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.

A moment passes before I hear Kent say or do anything.

“God damn it, Fay,” I hear him mutter as he takes in how my back and my ass looks in this lingerie, his voice already almost a groan.

And slowly, knowing that he doesn’t want me to do it because he didn’t order me to yet, I turn to face him, so that he can see all of me bared before him, my skin hidden only by this ridiculous little whisp of fabric.

Kent’s eyes are so hungry I almost step back. But I will myself to hold my ground, letting him look at me in the firelight, letting him eat me up with his eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it, too, fall to the floor.

“Down,” he orders, swallowing hard, his own breath faster now. “On your knees. Do it.”

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0259 I do as he says, holding his gaze as I sink first to one knee and then the other.

“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.