Ch. 91..95: Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad Chapter 91-95

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.

 

Chapter 92

My whole body starts to shake now - just a little bit - and I'm a little bit at a loss as to why. I'm not scared, I know that. It must be anticipation - or the completely new experience of knowing that Kent Lippert is keeling behind me as I bend half naked over his desk --and that he's looking at -

At me -

I blush, then, totally undone by it - not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or - or excited - Kent Lippert, kneeling for me -

But then there's a soft touch at my thigh - the inside of it - as Kent brings his face close to me -

And I suddenly feel the stubble of his cheek against the crease of my a*s before he drags the length of his tongue up my center -

I groan, suddenly, my whole body shaking harder now at the sensation of it - of Kent's broad, firm tongue tasting me, slowly working his way up through me -

He doesn't do it again, instead letting his upward momentum carry him to his feet, settling behind me again in the place he was before. His hands are again on my hips as he presses himself against my a*s, his d**k thick against the wetness that he just tasted - I moan again, my head falling forward as I shudder hard against Kent, who again grinds himself against me. I feel the deepest parts of me begin to clench and flutter, aching for him more now than they have before -

I didn't know - didn't know I could want someone like this -

"Can you feel what you do to me, Fay?" Kent growls, thrusting his hips against me sharply, punishing. "Do you see how hard you make me? It is incredibly...frustrating. To lose control like this. Every single. fucking. time. you walk into the room."

Another moan escapes me and I'm hardly able to handle it now, loving - absolutely loving - the idea that I do this to him. Kent presses himself against me again, enjoying, I think, seeing me writhe -

And as he does so, my hand slips - moving just an inch forward-

And suddenly I feel a sharp pain snap through the right side of my a*s, accompanied by a thick thwapping sound -

I stand straight up, gasping loud, my eyes flying wide as I realize that Kent -

Kent just fucking spanked me -

I start to turn to look at him, appalled, but he does it again, a little harder this time.

"Eyes front, Fay," Kent snaps, though I can hear the undercurrent of pleasure in his voice. "Hands on the desk. Don't move them."

I freeze. Absolutely freeze for a few moments. And Kent lets me - he lets me process this, decide what to do next. And then I realize that it - it didn't actually hurt - not really. That Kent smacked my a*s precisely at its meatiest part, which absorbed the blow- And that while it stung, certainly, and shocked me to the depths of me -

God damn it, that it felt good. That I liked it - something about the snap of pain in combination with all the intensity of this moment, the pleasure -

I liked it a lot.

And so I face front again, placing my hands precisely back where they were, reassuming my position, glad that Kent can't see the smile spreading across my face.

"Good girl, Fay," Kent whispers, his voice thick now - with emotion, or need, or god, I don't know what, who cares -

Because Kent pulls away from me and the next thing I hear is the jangle of his belt being undone, the sound of the fabric of his pants moving and then falling hard against the floor. And I jump a little, my breath coming fast again, as Kent puts one hand back on my hip, bringing his body close. I close my eyes, imagining his other hand working himself, priming his cock, running over the thick head of it as he looks down at my a*s, thinks about plunging into me -

"Are you going to be good for me, Fay?" Kent asks now, still holding himself back, not giving me what I want until I agree to do it on his terms.

"Yes, sir," I breathe, while in my head the true answer reverberates: no fucking way.

"Good," he murmurs, and I inhale a sharp little breath as I feel him press that throbbing cock against the dark core of me. He pushes the thick tip into me, letting me feel the breadth of him, and I groan, my elbows shaking and then giving out beneath me at the sensation of him stretching me. Kent's there in an instant, his hand moving from my hip to my chest to support me as my body wavers, undone by the feel of him entering me -

But then I feel him groan, hear him give in to what he really wants - and suddenly he slides the entirety of himself into me in one long thrust.

The moan that rips from me then is sharp and feral as I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head to the side as I take all of him - all at once- Yesterday, he had been slow, for me -

But today - on his terms -

"Oh, god, fuck - Fay - "I hear Kent gasp as he begins to pulse in me, every hard thrust shaking my body and the desk against which I'm pressed. And like a good girl - like I've been commanded - I stand for him, my hands precisely where he told me to put them, taking that long d**k with my legs spread apart -

I feel Kent fuck me just the way he wants to - the way he's wanted to do it for weeks, maybe months - hard, and fast, and ferocious. And my body responds to it, to his wanting me, to his need. Every plunge of his c**k inside of me builds something in me until I'm gasping, my hips pressed backwards, meeting his every thrust so that I can take him deeper - I want him deeper - want him so fucking deep inside of me that I can taste him in my throat -

And then, just as I feel Kent start to lose true control of himself, a little smirk comes to my mouth.

And with perfect deliberation I move my right hand. Just an inch. Just a...smidge. To the right.

Kent freezes immediately, but he doesn't pull out of me.

Instead, after a moment's pause, Kent slowly sinks himself fully into me, pulling my hips harshly back onto him, forcing a shaky moan from me as I feel the entire length of him seated deep within me. He stops, then, letting me squirm against him, wanting that frantic pulse, wanting more of him but deliberately not moving my hand back to its place on the desk.

Kent may have stopped, but I can still feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and I can hear the ragged pace of his breath as he holds back from giving me what I want, demonstrating his complete control.

"You're going to regret that, Fay," Kent growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips.

"Make me, Kent," I gasp in reply, running my tongue over my lower lip and then biting it in anticipation of what I know is coming next.

I'm panting with eagerness, my eyes shut, as Kent releases one hands from my hip and, his c**k still buried deep inside of me, slowly raises that hand into the air.

 

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.

 

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?"

 

Chapter 95

Kent glares at me a little in the mirror and doesn't say a word, shaking his head and letting me know - again - that it's not any of my business. I curl my back a little in disappointment, wanting to know but... Well, if he won't tell me. Then there's nothing I can do. And with that expression on his face, I don't think Kent wants to be pushed.

"Well," I continue, "what am I supposed to...do all day? When you're gone?" I ask, sitting up and wrapping my arms around my knees.

"You can do whatever you want, Fay," Kent replies. He nods to the bedside table on the other side of the bed - his side, apparently. "There are remotes there. You can watch TV. Or there are tablets in the drawers, if you want to look at the internet. Or," he says, gesturing to the far wall by the windows, which has tall shelves covered in books. "You can read."

"Where's the TV?" I ask, curiously looking around the room and not seeing it. Kent casually points to a painting on the wall directly across from the bed and I blink, realizing that it's digital, not oil on canvas. "Oh...cool," I say, peering at it curiously. Kent nods, agreeing.

I sit for a moment longer while Kent grabs a brush off of a small table by the mirror and begins to comb his hair back.

"Um," I say again, a little chill passing over me. "Kent, do you have anything I can wear? It's...cold in here."

Finished with his hair, Kent puts his brush down and begins to cross the room back to me, pointing to a door on the wall closest to me. "That's the closet," he says, coming close and sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. "There are some women's clothes in there. Wear whatever you want."

"Really?" I ask, surprised. But then I realize, quite suddenly, that they're Fiona's clothes, leftovers from his last girlfriend. My stomach twists a little, jealous, at the thought.

"Really," Kent replies. He reaches forward and I stare at him as he brushes my cheek with his fingers, taking another moment to simply look at me. Then he stands, striding back down the corridor to his office.

"I'll have dinner sent!" Kent calls over his shoulder, but then I hear the creek of the office door, and then the click of its closure, and suddenly I'm alone.

Alone, in Kent Lippert's bedroom. Half naked. Awaiting dinner.

"I have to call Janeen," I murmur, shaking my head at myself. "She's not going to believe this."

I take a moment to simply stare around the room, taking it in without Kent around to distract me. It's less sparse, I realize, than I had originally thought - it's just so big that the little nooks that Kent has created look minimal in comparison to the size of the place. For instance, on the other side of the mirror, there's even a little fireplace with two wing-back chairs pulled up to it, perfect for reading on a cozy winter night.

I breathe peacefully as I look around at the little cavern that Kent has created for himself, more relaxed than I thought I'd be in his little refuge away from the world. It is at once....precisely what I would expect from him, and also so completely surprising. It's incredibly lux, organized, and neat - but also, who knew Kent had hobbies? There's even a little chess board set next to one of the wingback chairs. And who knew he had so many books?

I find myself drawn to them and slip out of the bed, wandering over to the bookshelves, but then I blush as I realize that - well, I'm still naked. I grab a throw blanket off the end of the bed, eager to cover up, but then I realize again that I'm alone. So, I awkwardly drop it on the floor and turn towards the closet, shivering a little. Kent keeps his room quite cold.

I move over to the closet and pull at both of the double doors at once, incredibly curious about what I'll find. As I open them, the recessed lighting in the closet turns on, suffusing the space with a pretty golden glow.

I shouldn't be surprised at the size of Kent's personal closet - Fiona showed me his other closet, after all, where he keeps his spare stuff - and that's two stories high. But still, I can't help but gape a little as I realize that Kent's personal, everyday closet is bigger than my bedroom. Then I scowl, realizing that he really was holding out on me all this time, giving me that little bedroom as if it was a gift when he has all this for himself.

Slowly, I walk around, looking at everything, running my hands over his pristine collection of fine wool suits and his perfectly shined shoes. I smirk a little, thinking that Kent is kind of a dandy...but...that I'd probably never be brave enough to say that to his face. "He just likes to look good," I murmur to myself, considering that he certainly accomplishes that goal with gusto. As I wander deeper into the closet I come on Kent's accessories - watches, chains, cufflinks, and I huff out a deep breath as I realize that I'm probably looking at hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of stuff.

Unable to wrap my head around it, I hurry on and find myself suddenly looking at things that are much...softer. There are colors in this section of the closet that aren't black, grey, brown, cream, or navy. Instead, there are baby blues and deep purples, soft pinks and rich yellow silk. My mouth falls open a little as I realize that these are the women's clothes Kent mentioned. And there are so many of them, and they're all so pretty.

I move forward, drawn by the variety and the vibrancy of the clothing, touching everything, sorting through it. And, as I pull out a soft pink velour sweatsuit that looks like it will feel like butter against my skin, I realize that...it's my size.

I blink at this, surprised. Because Fiona - she's bigger than me in the places that it counts, particularly the breasts and hips, and taller. So then why was this...

And then I'm suddenly rifling through everything - every piece of clothing in front of me, quickly shaking them out so I can read the sizes on the tags and then hastily dropping them to the ground at my feet. And as I pick up my twentieth item, I realize that everything here is my size, and that absolutely none of it matches Fiona's taste. That, instead, it's all precisely what I would wear. Or, precisely what Kent might like to see me wearing.

"Oh my god," I say, looking around at the pile of clothes around me. "This is all for me..."

And then I sink down into the pile, looking around at it. When the hell had Kent stocked his closet for me?

I stay there on the floor of Kent's closet for a long time, staring around at all of the stuff, thinking deeply about the significance of all of this. What did it mean that Kent made space for me in his room? What did it mean... that he left me here, with apparent free reign, to explore? I could, if I wanted, take all of those diamond watches and make a run for it. Run to the garage - take a car - go anywhere I wanted.

But suddenly, I realize...that there's nowhere else I want to be.

My mind flicks suddenly to Ivan, playing devil's advocate. Is that true, Fay? My mind asks me, unbidden. Is this really where you want to be?

But I wave my hand in the air, dismissing the thought, not letting myself go there. Because honestly, in this moment? It feels right.

And then I laugh at myself, realizing that it feels right to me to be sitting, in just a bra, on Kent's closet carpet. And so I pull myself up and start to put the clothes away as neatly as I can, keeping the pink sweatsuit out for myself.

As I start to pull it on, though, my eyes fall on a set of drawers in the corner. Thin, shallow drawers, the sort of drawer that isn't going to be holding much. Slowly, I wander over to them and - my fingers hesitant - slide the top one open.

I gasp, a little, at what I see. The drawer contains one, just one, complete set of lingerie. A lacy black bra and panty set with a slinky little garter belt and fine silk stockings. I blush as I consider it, thinking about what I'd look like with it on. Next to it is a polaroid of some shoes with a number on it. I glance to a set of boxes beside the drawer and my jaw drops open to realize that these are full outfits - complete with footwear.

How Kent would react if he saw me in one of these when he comes back? I move through the rest of the drawers quickly then - each set of lingerie different form the next, each a different mood, a different vibe. A veritable trove of sexual kinks stacked one on top of each other, each waiting to be experimented with.

I lean back a little and stare at the drawers, a finger tapping against my lip as I consider my options.