Chapter 132

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 wants him.

I am absolutely, completely freaked out by all of this but...

I am also soaking wet.

I grimace as I realize it, embarrassed and a little ashamed and totally confused. What is wrong with me, that I’d let someone chain me to their wall as part of some kind of sex contract, and that I’d like it –

“Spread your feet,” Kent commands, his voice soft and ridiculously close to my ear. I jump a little, but I do as he says, moving my feet a few inches apart.

“Wider,” he commands, impatient. I comply, spreading my feet until they’re at shoulder width. “Good girl,” he purrs, and then puts a hand between my shoulder blades, obliging me to lean forward just a little bit, until the chains holding my wrists above my head go taut.

I’m panting, now, as I feel him move his hand back to my hips, pulling me backwards just a little until –

Until I feel my ass pressed against him, against the whole hard length of him, stiff and ready.

“See what you do to me, Fay?” Kent whispers, his voice rough. “Did you know that you make me this hard?”

Slowly, desperately, I shake my head.

He moves one hand lower then, around the curve of my ass and then shifting his hips so that there’s space for him to move his hand downward, between my thighs. My panting grows rougher as I realize that he’s heading, inexorably, towards...

“I’ll stop,” Kent murmurs, bending his body over my back, his fingers just inches from my panty line, “whenever you ask me to, Fay.”

My eyes fly suddenly open at this as I realize, through my haze of desire, that it is still a game. That he’s pushing me, trying to get me to balk.

But god damnit, if he thinks I’m going to be the one to...

“More,” I breathe, closing my eyes, feeling my body start to tremble in fear and anticipation and need. “More, Kent,” I demand.

____________________________________ Kent grits his teeth at her words. God damn it.

Because he doesn’t want her like this.

He wants her – fuck, but he wants her, he wants to bury his cock so deep in this girl that it makes her whole body shake, he wants to hear her groan with the feeling of him pounding himself inside of her.

But not. Like. This.

He wants Fay in clean sheets, downstairs, in his bed. He wants Fay laid out before him so he can lick every inch of her body, so he can take his time making sure she’s ready for him, that her pussy is so wet and aching for him that she cums the moment he presses himself inside her.

Not strapped to the wall of his chamber, this place he only takes people when...

But Kent dismisses the thought, looking down at the gorgeous girl bent over in front of him, unable to keep his eyes from roving over the curves of her ass, the way her hair spills over her shoulders.

This beautiful, innocent, sweet girl – bent over for him like this –

His cock twitches at the sight, the thought – the animal nature in him urging him to rip those panties off her body and sink himself deep into her right fucking now.

But this...this isn’t it.

“More,” she gasps again, beginning to look over her shoulder, perhaps wondering what was delaying him. His body reacts instantly when she begins to peek at him and he smacks her sharply on the ass, eliciting a little sharp yelp that makes his stomach clench with want.

God damn it, she is so fucking sexy – every fucking thing that she does makes him absolutely insane –

“You want this, Fay?” Kent growls, moving backwards and pulling his shirt over his head before moving to his belt. He’s pushing her now, he knows it.

He’s deliberately trying to scare her, trying to get her to ask him to stop.

Because he only brought here up here to push her to her limits, to get her to submit. To admit that she wouldn’t – couldn’t – meet his will at every turn and turn her nose up at it. Kent wants, more than anything in this moment –

More than he wants to fuck her which is...significant –

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