“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
Kent’s open palm slaps hard against my ass, 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 o
“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. Fucking. Explode. The worl
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 before. “Where are we going?” I a
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 co
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 hi
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,”
Deciding that none of the first seven drawers are right for me – and honestly, feeling a little like picky little Goldilocks at this point saying “too hot” or “too cold,” I move to the eighth drawer. My hands slow when I pull it open and see the silkiest little nightgown in gunmetal grey. I gasp a
My dad greets him with such genuine joy and excitement that it makes my heart swell with joy. They talk for a few minutes about Dominic’s day before dad gives him a little nudge back towards the gate where Kent and I are waiting. Dominic gives dad a kiss before running ahead again. My dad waves to
“Papa!” Dominic shouts, startling me out of my reverie as he drops my hand and darts down the road. I look up, a huge smile breaking out on my face again as I see Kent on the sidewalk just ahead. His back is to us as he speaks companionably with the butcher, a heavy bag of his purchases already hung
As I walk down the street towards the little Italian kindergarten, the whispers start around me, as they always do. I listen to all of them, a big German Shepherd padding quietly at my heels. “Is that her?” “Yes, that’s the one – I heard she was her husband’s mistress before he married her – tha
Both Kent and I laugh, but Don Bianci – across the baptismal font from us – snaps his eyes up, perhaps not liking the joke as much as we do. But I just ignore it, because dad’s right, frankly – and it’s too happy a day to care. After the final blessing everyone applauds Dominic – he likes that, bl
“Well, it didn’t seem to affect your first very badly,” Ivan says with a shrug, peering around Kent to where Daniel is laughing with an arm around Jerome’s shoulders. “So…maybe keep it up.” I smirk, squeezing Ivan’s hand once more before standing and moving to Kent’s side, tucking myself against h
“Hey, gorgeous,” Ivan says, his mouth turned up in a smirk as I cross the churchyard, beaming at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, laughing and reaching for him when I come close enough. Ivan wraps me in a hug, dropping a kiss to my cheek as I hold Dominic a bit to the side so he doesn’t get squis
He laughs, smiling at me genuinely. “Do I make you nervous?” he asks, blunt. I laugh, unable to help it. “Has no one bothered to tell you, in all these years, that you’re a little terrifying, Don Bianci?” He grins and shakes his head at me. “Well, considering what you accomplished, young lady, I
Two months later, we’re all gathered together again. And it is only with frustration that I see Gio and Janeen standing so close together that their arms nearly brush, even though they’re still not together. I roll my eyes, dismissing the problem for a moment as I move my eyes down to Dominic and
It's an incredible night. Kent didn’t lie, not at all, about the food either. I’m shocked by the mountains of dishes that continue to follow each other, one after another, long into the night. After a few hours of it I just mournfully watch the waiters go by because I couldn’t eat another bite if I