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
But here I am, dressed in a corset and panties, in Kent’s secret sex room, with him asking me if I’m ready to begin? My mouth goes dry, hanging open slightly, and I have absolutely no answer. Because honestly…I don’t know what I want – But then. I see Kent’s mouth curve up, ever so slightly,
I’m shocked and confused by the emotions that run through my body in this moment. Because one part of me – a huge part – wants me to cry out, to beg him to stop – to tell him that I’m scared, and this is too new, and too fast – But the other part – maybe the larger part? God damn it, but it want
Kent wants to break her. He wants to tame her to his will like the wild filly she is. And to do that, he has to get her to beg him to stop. He has to push her to her limit and get her to admit that she had one. Because this girl? She had far too much power over him, and he needs to take it back.
I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door – But as I turn onto the second-floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level. “Whoa! –“ the person sa
And considering my two “dates” this evening, I definitely know which one I preferred. I climb groaning into bed, pulling my covers up over me, still shaken from my experiences but starting to feel better. Just before I drift off to sleep, I grab my phone – Not the Kent phone, the burner. The