Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 94

I open my eyes when I realize, quite suddenly, that Kent is not walking me towards the office door that I came through. Instead, he heads to the back of the office towards where he keeps a shelf full of leather-bound books that I've never really thought much about "Where are we going?" I ask, a little shocked and more than a little curious.

before.

"The door," Kent replies, and I hear something in his voice that's a little smug.

I frown up at him, confused, wanting to be in on the secret.

"That one," he says, bringing me close to the bookshelf and nodding towards it, not looking at me. "The green one. With the gilt title."

Hesitant, I reach out a hand and touch the book he indicated, pulling it towards me. The book tilts in my hand, but instead of sliding off the shelf it pivots forward and clicks. Then, I gasp as the whole bookshelf swiftly spins away, revealing...a corridor. "Oh my god," I whisper, looking up at Kent, shocked. "You - you have secret passages?"

Kent smirks down at me and begins to walk through, kicking the shelf a little behind him in a way that makes it swing shut as we pass. "I have lots of secrets. Some of them architectural. Some of them...otherwise."

I narrow my eyes at Kent, suddenly wanting to know all of them, and he laughs at me before focusing his eyes on our destination. I turn too, desperate to know where we're going -

But the corridor is a short one, and suddenly - quite suddenly - we're in a gigantic bedroom, dimly lit by the light that peeks around drawn white shades. My jaw drops open as I realize that I'm - I'm in Kent's bedroom - and that we got here from a secret entrance from his office -

Kent swiftly carries me over to the bed as I take in the room. It's a huge space that's - predictably - sparsely but tastefully furnished and impeccably organized. The entire thing is decorated in shades of grey with cool wood accents, and it's dark and moody - just like Kent.

He walks me over to his bed and slowly lowers me down onto it, letting me rest against the pillows that are propped against the plush headboard.

"How are you feeling?" Kent asks, pulling down the blankets and sheets a little so that my bare bottom is caressed by the softest sheets I think I've ever felt. I blush as I realize, suddenly, that I'm basically naked except for my bra - how did I forget that? "Um," I say, trying to take a mental assessment of myself as Kent pulls the blankets up over my knees and tucks them in around my waist. I lose my train of thought as I look up at him, though, surprised that he's being so gentle with me - coddling me, really. "Well?" Kent asks, sitting next to me on the bed and leaning forward to study my face, lifting his gigantic hand to gently brush my cheek. "Are you all right?"

"Was that - um, was that..." I hesitate, biting my lip, again embarrassed. But I force myself to ask, needing to know. "Was that normal? Like - is that how it feels every time -"

Kent laughs a little, pulling his hand back from my face and resting it on my knee. "I think you could consider that an extreme reaction, Fay," he says gently, kind. "You came really hard. It won't always be like that. There are other kinds of o*****s that are...simpler. That will still make you feel great, but won't make you lose control of your body like that."

"Oh," I say, suddenly curious. I honestly didn't know - I had thought all orgasms were built equal. I mean, all of the ones I've ever given myself had been pretty much the same - but...well, it's true, none of them came even close to what Kent did to me today. I stare off into space, wondering about it - thinking of all the possibilities -

Kent brings me back to myself, though, with a little laugh. "So," he says, and I blush a little in apology for drifting off. "Do I finally get an answer?"

"To what?" I ask, tilting my head.

"My question. Are you all right?"

"Oh!" I say, and then I laugh, leaning back against the pillows and covering my face with my hands. "I'm fine, Kent," I say, meaning it. My body feels mostly back to normal now - well, better than normal in some ways, amazing, really - but I've certainly got my strength back. "I'm sorry - I don't know what happened to me."

Kent laughs along with me and suddenly I feel his weight shift on the bed. I slide my hands down my face a little to watch him come to my other side, leaning back against the pillows with me. He slides an arm around my shoulders and pulls me tight against his chest. "Did you like it?" he asks, serious.

I blush, but then I look up into his face, my expression sincere. "Does it make me...strange? Like, a freak? That I liked it a lot? When you spanked me, and then wrapped your hand around my throat?"

I hear a purr build in Kent's chest as he slips a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his. "No, Fay," he assures me. "It doesn't make you a freak if you liked it. It just makes you very, very sexy."

And then he kisses me, soft but urgent. And I let him. I let him pull me tight against him as he moves his mouth on mine, opening my lips, letting his tongue slide against them. I feel another little shudder pass through me as I lean into him, wanting him again, even though my poor body probably can't take it -

Suddenly, we both feel a vibration, and Kent leans away from me, cursing softly. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch him closely, my arms still wrapped around his neck, as he cancels the call on his phone but then flips through some messages he apparently missed when his pants were in a pile on the floor.

"Shit," Kent murmurs.

"What," I ask, drawing back from him. "Is everything okay?"

"No," he replies, sighing and looking at me. "I have to go, Fay."

"Oh," I say, pulling back further from him and leaning against my elbows. "Is everything okay?"

Kent gives me a look and shakes his head, and I'm able to intuit that his implied "no" has two meanings: first, that something is indeed wrong, and that it's none of my business. I hesitate, turning my body to climb out of the bed so that I can offer to help, but Kent interrupts my movement.

"No," he orders, putting a commanding hand on my hip to stop me. "I want you right here, Fay."

"What?" I ask, turning back to him, surprised. "You want me to...wait here? For you?"

"Yes," he says, his expression hungry now. "I have some business to take care of, but the entire time I'm gone, I want to think of you here, in this bed. Waiting for me."

"Oh," I say, leaning back against the pillows and looking at him in surprise. But, despite that surprise, my traitorous little body betrays me, and I get a little bit wet at the thought of him wanting me the entire time he's gone. "Um, okay..."

Kent nods, and then climbs out of the bed, striding over to a mirror against the wall to check his appearance. He begins to straighten his clothes, re-tucking his shirt into his pants.

"Um, Kent?" I ask. He glances at me in the mirror and nods, bruskly inviting me to ask my question. "What's wrong? Is it...is it the war with the families?"