Chapter 92
Kent pounds his fist once on his desk, the sound echoing
throughout the room as he grits his teeth and closing his eyes.
But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop the memories –
The sight of her kneeling for him on the ground, panting, waiting –
The sweet yelp that she made, her whole body tensing as he just flicked her ass with the whip-
God, he’d been instantly hard when he heard that noise – had felt,
finally, like he could control her again –
But then.
Fucking then. When she had said no.
He had just lost it. Lost complete control – gone to his knees in
front of her and she had laughed at him.
–
Kent pictures her face in that moment – her beautiful face, with her red curls spilling around her cheeks, as she had smirked at him
and not begged, but demanded that he hit her again.
God damnit. He had almost truly lost it then–almost….
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Instead, he’d gotten out of the room.
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But now, in the privacy of his office, pissed at himself for losing
control, horrified that it was at her hands – this girl – this nothing-
He lets him think about what he would have done – what he
almost did – if he’d stayed just two more seconds down there.
Grabbed her by that red hair, pulled her to him, crushed her face to his own, panted into her mouth as he ripped the shirt from her body, grasped her small, firm breast in his palm, pulled her on top
of him-
Made her moan, made her beg-
Fuck, Kent thinks, grinding his teeth against his desire, but he can’t help it. Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the top button of his pants, thrusting his hand inside.
“Fay?”
Her head swivels towards the door as it pushes open slightly, a dark head peeking from behind it.
“Hi, Daniel,” she says with a little smile. She’s sitting cross–legged
on the ground now, her hands still locked to the floor with the chain and padlock.
Daniel frowns at her, stepping inside. “You seem…shockingly okay,” he says.
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She gives him a little shrug. She’s been down here alone for about ten minutes now. Actually, she’d been getting kind of bored. “No real harm done,” she says.
Daniel comes over to her, kneeling on the ground in front of her
and producing a key from his pocket. She wonders, passively,
where he got it, but then shrugs, realizing that it doesn’t matter.
“It’s just,” Daniel says as he works. “I’ve seen people after my Dad…teaches them a lesson. And you’re just sitting here, kind of… peaceful? When he is flying around upstairs all pissed off?”
Daniel pauses for a moment and studies her. “What did you do to
him?”
Fay shrugs, giving nothing away. Daniel just sighs and finishes
unlocking the cuffs, setting her free. Fay stands, rubbing her
wrists – which really are sore- and looking around.
“What did he do to you?” Daniel asks, slipping his hands into his pockets and standing as well.
Fay shrugs again, glancing at the whip on the floor.
Daniel’s eyes widen as he sees the direction of her gaze. “Wait, did he whip you?”
She meets his eyes and gives him a little smile. “Not hard,” she says, truthfully. She barely feels it now. “I think he was just trying
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to scare me a little.”
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Daniel looks at her, aghast, but Fay’s smile just widens. “Do you want to go upstairs?” she asks.
Daniel just nods slowly and gestures towards the door. Fay accepts the invitation, walking out of the room and down the hallway ahead of him.
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“Actually,” she says over her to get
something to eat and bring it up to my room? I could use a snack.”
Daniel says nothing, just stares at her as he follows her up the stairs.
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