Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 91

Kent stares at me, frozen, for a moment. A little shiver passes through me as I see him looking at me, see his lips part minutely, see the shock run through him like a wave.

And then, before I can blink, he's in motion, crossing the room in four long strides and slamming the door shut behind me. I jump a little at the snapping sound of it, anxious to see Kent move with such determination. He's a big man - a very big one - and when he moves gracefully like that - with deft movements and perfect control, when other men his size would plow through like a rhinoceros - Well, it's unnerving, sometimes.

But very, very sexy.

"Fay," he growls, grabbing me suddenly by the waist and pulling me against him. "What the hell are you doing, walking around the house like that?" "What?" I say innocently, feeling that sweet defiance sweep through me like the drug it is. "Was I not supposed to?"

"No," he snaps, giving me a little shake that makes me laugh, because even as he scolds he can't keep his hands off me, the one on my waist roving lower so that his fingers brush against the pearl details of my panties, his other hand sinking deep into my hair, taking a controlling handful at the back of my neck. "God damn it, Fay - anyone could have seen you -" he snaps.

"So what," I reply, staring up into his deep green eyes. "They wouldn't have touched me - they wouldn't have dared -"

He growls again, spinning me so that my back is to him now, and then taking a moment to turn the lock on the door so no one can get in. That done, Kent puts one hand roughly on my waist and another on my shoulder, moving me briskly forward towards his desk. "Oh, come on, Kent," I say, laughing and turning my head to look at him again. "You don't like your present? I thought you would - you picked it out just for me -"

"No, Fay," Kent replies, his voice even and in control now that he's over his shock. As we come to stand behind his desk, Kent still behind me, he takes the hand from my shoulder and raises it to my cheek, firmly pressing his fingers against my face until I'm fully turned away from him, facing into the room. I can feel him standing close behind me, though. I can feel the warmth of him.

"This has nothing to do with how you look," he continues, and my skin shivers as I realize that I can't see him at all. I have no idea what's going to happen next. And then I flinch, a little, in surprise and excitement when both of Kent's hands settle on my waist and he begins to slide them upward, his palms and his fingers running lightly across my ribs. My breath catches at his next words. "Because you look amazing in that set," he murmurs, his voice close to my ear now. "Just how I imagined you'd look in it. And trust me, Fay," he continues, "I have spent a long time thinking about how you'd look dressed just. like. that."

His hands brush delicately against the underside of my breasts, making my breath deepen, and then he moves his hands downward, his touch feather-light as his palms slide past my waist and move down towards my hips.

"But," he whispers as his hands settle right on top of the sides of my panties, "you've gotten too bold, Fay." His voice deepens as his grip tightens against me. I feel my pulse speed up as I realize that he's...he's angry with me. "You think you can do whatever you want in this house," he continues. "But there are rules. And consequences, when those rules are broken."

My breath comes faster now and I realize that I'm beginning to pant as he pulls my hips sharply backwards, dragging my a*s against the hard mass of him. I gasp as I feel his c**k hard and ready, as I squirm against him and suddenly realize that he's not going to let me go -

I had come down here, thinking that I was going to be in control but -

My eyes fly wide as I realize that right now? This is on Kent's terms. Not mine.

And then, as Kent leans his body forward and I feel the fabric of his shirt against the sensitive skin of my back, as I feel him move one of his hands across the plane of my stomach and up across my torso to clasp my breast, using that grip to pull me even harder against him so that I can feel the hard muscles of his stomach and chest against my back -

I groan, a shiver running through me, closing my eyes and submitting to it. Because this, I realize...this is exactly what I want. I just didn't know how bad I wanted it.

"I'm going to teach you how to behave, Fay," Kent murmurs, releasing the grip on my hip to free his hand and using it to move the hair back from my shoulder, revealing the tender skin of my neck. Even without his hand on my hip holding my ass against him, I keep it pressed there, moving my hips harder backwards against him. "Do you want me to do that?"

"Yes," I breathe, my eyes closed and my mouth falling open with the word. I feel his cock pulse then at my admission, wanting me. Bad.

"Yes...what," Kent demands, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Yes, Daddy, flashes through my mind, forcing a tiny giggle from my mouth at the thought of it - but I know he won't like that -

Kent shakes me a little, just one little angry pulse, forcing me back to the moment, making me take this seriously.

"Yes, sir," I breathe, my little moment of defiant thought spurring me forward. Because I know - I really do know - that Kent doesn't want me obliging and obedient, always saying yes. He wants me precisely as I am. And I'm -

"Good girl," Kent murmurs, interrupting my thoughts, and then to my shock I feel the long length of his tongue tracing the line of my shoulder and up my neck. I moan a little, my head falling back towards him. I turn my face towards his - wanting his mouth - But Kent pulls away from me before I can kiss him, standing up straight and moving both hands quickly back to my hips, keeping my ass pulled against the throbbing mass of his dick, grinding against me as he issues his next orders. "Face forward," he commands. "Hands on the desk."

I pause for a moment and then decide to play his game, even though what I want to do is twist around and pull him against me - feel his mouth against mine -

But I deny myself this and, instead, slowly lean forward, placing my hands on the desk, looking forward straight across the room. Just as I've been told. Like a good girl.

I hear a harsh little sound from Kent as I use the leverage of the desk to push my a*s harder against him. Then, I wait for my next command, which comes a moment later.

"Spread your legs for me, Fay," Kent whispers. Slowly, I comply, moving first one foot and then the other, using the movement to t*****e him as best as I know how, rotating my a*s against his c**k and letting him feel every inch of me.

Then, when I've finished moving, my legs now parted for him, I feel Kent groan as he pulls himself reluctantly away from me. And then, my eyes fixed on the wall across from me, I hear him go to one knee behind me, moving his hands down as he goes, taking the panties with him until they hang loose around my ankles.