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
Shrugging, I skip back down the steps and decide impulsively that if I’m denied knowledge of the storage centers above, I might as well explore those below. Without stopping to let myself think much about it – lest I chicken out – I hurry down the stairs and push through the kitchen door. I walk co
“Fay,” Kent says, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a minute to rein in his temper. That little muscle of frustration flickers in his cheek, making my little smile grow. “You’re not to come down to the basement. I was clear about this.” I give him a fake little
“I’ll follow your rules, Kent,” I say quietly, keeping my face blank. “But in exchange, I will be treated with respect in this house.” He opens his mouth to reply but I interrupt him, holding up a finger. “And,” I say, continuing my small list of demands. “I’m not going to be held here like a litt