Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0172

I had come down here, thinking that I was going to be in control but-

My eyes fly wide as I realize that right now? This is on Kent's terms. Not mine.

And then, as Kent leans his body forward and I feel the fabric of his shirt against the sensitive skin of my back, as I feel him move one of his hands across the plane of my stomach and up across my torso to clasp my breast using that grip to pull me even harder against him so that I can feel the hard muscles of his stomach and chest against my back-

grean, a shiver running through me, closing my eyes and submitting to it. Because this, I realize..this is exactly what I want. I just didn't know how bad I wanted it.

"I'm going to teach you how to behave. Fay" Kent murmurs, releasing the grip on my hip to free his hand and using it to move the hair back from my shoulder, revealing the tender skin of my neck. Even without his hand un my hip holding my ass against him, keep it pressed there, moving my hips harder backwards against him. "De you want me to do that?"

"Yes," I breathe, my eyes closed and my mouth falling open with the word. I feel his cock pulse then at my admission, wanting me. Bad

"Yes. when Kent demande, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Yes, Daddy, flashes through my mind, forcing a tiny giggle from my mouth at the thought of it - but I know he won't like that -

Kent shakes me a little, just one little angry pulse, fancing me back to the moment, making me take this seriously. "Yes, sir," breathe, my little moment of defiant thought spurring me forward. Because I know - Treally do know- that Kent doesn't want me obliging and obedient, always saying yes. He wants me precisely as I am. And I'm

"Good girl," Kent murmurs, interrupting my thoughts, and then to my shock I feel the long length of his tongue tracing the line of my shoulder and up my neck. I moan a little, my head falling back towards him. I turn my face towards his - wanting his mouth-

Out Kent pulls away from me before I can kiss hirm, standing up straight and moving both hands quickly back to my hips, keeping my ass pulled against the throbbing mass of his dick, grinding against me as he issues his next orders. "Face forward," he commands. "Hands on the desk."

Ipause for a moment and then decide to play his game, even though what I want to do is twist around and pull him against me-feel his mouth against mine-

But I deny myself this and, instead, slowly lean forward, placing my hands on the desk, looking forward straight across the room. Just as I've been told. I like a good girl

I hear a harsh little sound from Kent as I use the leverage of the desk to push my ass harder against him. Than, I walt for my next command, which comes a moment later.

"Spread your legs for me, Fay," Kent whispers. Slowly, I comply, moving first one fast and then the other, using the movement to torture him as best as I know how, rotating my ass against his cock and letting him feel every inch of me.

Then, when I've finished moving my legs now parted for him, I feel Kent gruan as he pulls himself reluctantly away from me. And then, my eyes fixed on the wall across from me, I hear him go to one knee behind me, moving his hands down as he goes, taking the panties with him until they hang loose around my ankles.