Kent comes to my side, grabbing my right arm and pulling it forward as he moves to the other side of the table. He still holds my arm firmly in his grip as he goes, making be bend over the table to move with him – Which, I suddenly realize, is precisely what Kent wanted. When I’m bent at the waist
“What,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine, “did she tell you to do with it?” I lower my voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to lean closer. “She told me to give it to Alden.” I see Kent’s lips curl back from his teeth at that. But before he can ask another question, I continue. “But ob
Kent moves around the table, and to my surprise, he takes a key out of his pocket and slides it under the metal table. A mechanism snaps, and I feel a sudden give to my handcuffs as they are released from the table. Before I can pull away, Kent grabs the chain between the cuffs, taking control of m
A sound cracks through the air and I flinch, realizing – Shit, was that a whip? I gasp and whimper when I hear it again – snap, snap – “I didn’t want to do this, Fay,” Kent says, his voice low and – my stomach twists at the realization – pleased. “But you made me. If you’d only been obedient, I c
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
A few minutes later, Fay and Daniel are curled up on her bed, sharing a bottle of white wine and a box of donuts that Daniel swiped from the kitchen. The rest of the room is still a complete wreck – furniture overturned, clothes and books thrown everywhere – but the bed they were able to set to righ
She nods, understanding. “I’m sure that you’re right.” He stares off into space for a minute, brooding, but Fay bites her lip, unable to help herself from asking her next question. She’s in a strange mood today, feeling a little impulsive and powerful, having come out of that basement unscathed. So
The next day, I go down to the kitchen in my riding clothes and wait. And wait. I have my breakfast with Daniel, waving him off as he goes to class, and then have about five more tiny cups of espresso as I wait so me more. I’m practically buzzing when Kent finally deigns to come into the room, whi