I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. I just standing before him, trying not to let my knees shake. The threat of that only increases when he takes two steps towards me, placing one hand on my waist, his other tilting my chin up towards him. “Are you sure about this, Fay?” Kent whis
The next morning, I reach over and grab my cell phone off of the nightstand the moment I wake up, dying to see if Ivan texted me back. It’s not my burner phone, or my old cell phone which Kent took, but instead my Kent-approved cellphone, which I’m sure he monitors. But whatever – let him look. This
“Oh my god,” I murmur, looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric that’s supposed to cover my ass. Then I glance back down at the box and realize… Oh my god, this isn’t even the lingerie. I look back and forth between the black satin corset and lace panties that are st
Ivan laughs a little and shakes his head, coming forward to take me by the arm. “I’m sorry, Fay,” he says, and I look up to see real apology on his face. “I shouldn’t have said that – you look beautiful.” I’m still blushing, though. I never should have worn this dress. “Come on,” Ivan says, wrap
“No, it’s okay,” I respond breezily, giving him a little smile. “It’s just…Daniel is having a little…trouble. Being faithful.” I mean, it wasn’t a lie. And Janeen said to stick to the truth as much as I can. “Oh,” Ivan says, his eyebrows going up in genuine surprise. Then he puts his plate of ta
Ivan drops me off almost precisely at midnight. In the car, he leans over to give me one last kiss goodnight, but I put a hand out to stop him. “Please,” I say, my eyes sad. He pulls back, surprised, but then his eyes flick up to the house, maybe thinking about Daniel – my apparent fiancé – wait
I get lucky – no one’s around as I run up the stairs, my stupid heels clacking loudly as I go. I hurry into my room, pressing the door closed before I dash to the wardrobe and shove Ivan’s jacket into the back corner. I mean, it’s by no means a secret there but…whatever. It’s all I can do right now.
The room is…well, it’s incredibly chic, as far as sex dungeons go. My mouth falls open as I slowly scan the room, taking in everything and trying to figure out the function of…well, all of it. I blush horribly as I step into the room, feeling every bit the naïve virgin that I am. I know, immedia