Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 260

“You asked me for this favor, Fay,” he murmurs, not touching me yet but sending a shiver through me regardless. “You asked me to teach you. Is that right?”

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my breath already starting to come fast.

“So, you’re going to listen,” he says sharply, “when I tell you what to do. Right, Fay?”

“Yes,” I say again, nodding a little.

But suddenly an arm is around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest as he growls in my ear. “Yes what, Fay?”

“Yes sir,” I whisper, my pulse ratcheting up now to match my breathing.

“Good girl,” Kent murmurs, stepping back from me again. Further away this time, so I don’t know where he’s standing. He tortures me for a moment, not saying anything, not giving me any hints, before he issues his next command.

“Take off your shoes,” he murmurs, and I do, slipping out of the soft moccasins so that I can feel the soft warm rug against my feet. I smile a little, thinking that it’s kind of sweet that Kent picked the softest place in the room for me to get on my knees –

But I don’t have time to dwell on it.

“Now the robe,” he demands, and I can hear the rustle of fabric behind me as Kent removes a piece of his own clothing – his suit jacket, I guess, as there’s no jingle of metal for his belt.

I untie the bet at my waist and reach up to push at the robe at my shoulders, letting it fall backwards off me to puddle against the floor.

“Further,” he commands, nodding his chin towards my feet. “Ass against your heels. Spread your knees.” I sink further down, still staring up at him, letting my hands come to rest against my thighs. I stare up at him, surprised by how much I like the view of Kent, shirtless, towering above me. Surprised at how wet it makes me for him.

Kent takes a step closer to me so that his feet come to rest almost between my knees, so that my face is quite close to his hip-level. “Undo the belt,” he demands, putting his hands on his waist. “It’s time for your lesson, Fay.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, still staring up at him, not breaking his gaze as I lift my hands and begin to undo his belt slowly.

“Faster,” he orders, frustrated, but I just smirk at him and take my time, making him narrow his eyes. Then, when that’s done, he nods down at me again. “Take them off,” he says.

And slowly, my hands shaking a little at the newness of the experience – honestly, I’m no good with new things – I slip the button through the fabric of his slacks and then slowly, suddenly terribly anxious, I start to unzip his pants.