Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 93

Kent's open palm slaps hard against my a*s, making me pitch forward as I gasp and then deeply moan, shuddering as the pain resonates through my body, sharp and sweet. My elbows start to buckle again, unable to take my weight, as Kent does it again - One more sharp thwack, one more sweeping sting of pleasure - I feel my entire body tighten, feel those inner muscles clamp around Kent's c**k like a vice.

Kent growls and shudders at the feel of me clasped tight around him and he falters a little as he raises his hand again for another smack. I can almost picture him, his eyes closed, undone by the feel of me squeezing him tight. I feel his hips pulse a little, despite his determination to stay seated within me until I move my hand back-

"Do it," I gasp, my words hardly more than a whisper, wanting more. "Do it, Kent," and then I slide my hand further to the right.

The slaps come thick and fast for a moment - three sharp smacks on my a*s, each one a stinging blow that makes me rock forward, leaning down low over the desk as I gasp, my eyes pressed tightly shut, my mouth open and my head tilted back at the insane feel of it, my whole body shaking at the dual sensation of sharp pain and sweet, deep pleasure.

But Kent doesn't let me lean forward to lay flat on the desk. Instead, he slips his palm - red, itself stinging underneath my arm to lay flat against my chest, pulling me back upwards until I'm standing with my arms straight again. Just how he likes me. "Hands back in position, Fay," Kent growls. "Or you wont like what I do next."

I comply, breathing hard - mostly because I need a break, not because I actually want to obey him. Whatever he's threatening me with...honestly, I think I'd probably like it. Kent's still in control - whatever I push him to, in this little game of ours, I know it would be designed to deepen pleasure for one of us, not break me.

"Good, Fay," Kent says, watching my hand slip back into its spot. Then, he shifts his hips, drawing almost completely out of my tight pussy, letting me feel every inch of his dick as he slowly withdraws. I shudder against the endless length of him. "You've disobeyed me twice now," he continues. "Now you're going to do as I say. Or I'll make you pay for it."

And then he slams into me again, making me cry out, demonstrating precisely how he'll make me pay. He slides out slowly again, as if in preparation.

"Yes," I pant, nodding a little with my eyes closed and my face tiled up towards the ceiling. "Yes, Kent. I'll do whatever you say."

"Good girl," Kent breathes, pressing the hand on my chest harder, obliging me to stand almost completely straight, just tilted forward, slightly, at the waist. Then, he does...something. I can't quite tell what - I'm distracted, and my eyes are closed - But he shifts his hips, somehow, so that his cock presses into me at -

At some kind of different angle -

His body is pressed close to mine now, so that I can feel the warmth of his body behind me, his breath against my neck, my ear.

And then, slowly, he slides the hand on my chest upwards until his fingers wrap around my throat. No tight. Not restrictive, not at all punishing.

But letting me know that, if he wanted to... he could...

I groan at the feel of his hand on my throat, at the knowledge that I'm at Kent's complete mercy. Just how he wants me. I pant at the thought of it, loving it, wanting to be precisely here, like this, obedient for him.

"I want you to cum for me now, Fay," Kent demands, beginning to pulse his cock slowly into me again.

I gasp at the new sensation that this elicits in me, my head pitching forward but stopped by the hold of his hand against my neck - I choke, just a little bit, against his hand, and I -

I fucking love it -

My whole body starts to shudder at the way his dick presses against some new point in me that makes my stomach clench, makes something deep and rich and hot build low within me.

"Did you hear me, Fay?" Kent demands, shaking me a little, still thrusting into me, faster now. "I told you to cum."

"I" I stutter, shaking my head a little, "I don't know how -"

"Yes, you do," Kent counters, his thrusts sharp and commanding now, and I shake my head, but he just moves faster, every thrust a little deeper, more insistent.

And I feel it, then - feel the sensation growing within me, warm and liquid and thick, as Kent pounds himself into me, his own breath coming fast now. And as that feeling comes to its tipping point, as it builds until I almost can't contain it anymore, I can feel Kent's breath hot on my neck as he loses control of himself.

"Do it, Fay," he commands, panting, pounding into me at a frantic pace, his words hot against the curve of my ear, "fucking cum for me. Right. Now."

And as he says it, as he says those final two words, his fingers tighten - just a little bit - around my neck -

And I. F*****g. Explode.

The world goes black for a moment as I cry out towards the ceiling, my whole body clenching and then going loose as waves of sensation sweep through me, release pounding through me from my core outwards, to my stomach, and my chest, my arms - my legs - my toes - I'm gasping, and crying -

And there are actual tears on my cheeks -

Some part of me feels Kent give three more hard thrusts as my orgasm rocks through me, and I can feel him cum as well, the hot, wet feel of him against my inner walls like a balm against his punishing rhythm. And he shudders too, and groans, and suddenly his weight collapses against me a little and I fall forward, hard, onto the desk -

I catch myself against the wood, the heels of my palms stopping our forward motion for a second as we both rock forward, out of control, but then my hands and arms slide forward and I almost collapse onto the desk itself, still gasping, still - still cumming, if I'm being honest, the rolling sensation of it still ricocheting off every part of me - duller now, but still carrying through -

But Kent catches me, the hand that was around my throat again against my chest, his other hand sliding from my hip to my stomach, holding me steady.

"Whoa, whoa, Fay," I hear him say, his voice rough, his body still itself twitching with the aftershock of it all. "Are you all right?"

I try to form words but...god damnit, I just don't have any - some part of me wonders if I should maybe be embarrassed about that but...f**k it, who cares -

Kent, gentle but firm, pulls me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, holding me steadily there while I find my breath, which shudders oddly through me -

And then, as I start to come back to myself - I realize that I'm weeping - quite softly, but distinctly, little baby sobs shaking my shoulders -

"It's all right, Fay," Kent says to me gently, holding me tight, his cheek rough against the skin of my neck and ear. "It's all right, sweetheart."

I lean back against him, needing his steady presence for a minute or two, but as I come back to myself, to blink open my eyes and take deep breaths, I'm suddenly horribly embarrassed -

God, who cums so hard the first time that they cry -

"Um," I say - and a new wave of mortification runs through me - is that all I can say? Um? "I'm okay - I think I –“

And then I get my feet steadily under myself, standing up straight, pushing away from Kent just a little - not to move away from him, but so that I can get control. I lean against desk for a second, my body still shaking, tremors running through me. I'm catching my breath, blinking softly as I try to remember my own god damn name -

Behind me, I feel Kent dip down and then hear the sound of fabric moving, of his zipper and his belt, and I realize that he's getting dressed. I turn then, thinking maybe I should do the same, looking for my panties on the floor -

But suddenly, as I turn, my damn knees give out on me, functioning as Jello instead of the bones that they are -

"Oo!" I gasp, unable to stop myself as I head straight for the floor, but suddenly Kent is there, catching me, a steady arm under my shoulder and another beneath my knees.

"Whoa, girl," Kent says, laughing a little as he makes sure his grip is steady on me, that I'm all right. And then he stands up with me in his arms. "Guess you're not as steady yet as we thought."

"Don't you 'whoa girl' me," I mutter, disgruntled, embarrassed and not quite meeting his eyes. "I'm not a horse."

"Come on, pony," Kent murmurs, dipping his head to mine and saying the words against my hair, "let's get you someplace comfortable, where you can recuperate." Then he laughs lightly, turning away from the desk, me still clasped tight in his arms. I lean my head against Kent's chest, closing my eyes, still feeling those tremors pass through me.