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

Chapter 90 

My chest rises quickly now, and I sink closer to the ground, my 

knees splayed apart, forming a W–shape, my rump resting on the 

floor. “I’m sorry,” I breathe. “I won’t do it again.” 

“Too late for that,” he says, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s 

time for you to take your punishment. And if you want me to trust 

you, then you’ll have to take it without complaint and show me 

just how obedient you can be.” 

Slowly, I nod. Internally, the surprise of being dragged to the 

center of the room wears off. The anger and defiance I felt earlier 

at the table start to resurface, waiting on the tip of my tongue to 

be thrown in his face. 

Go ahead, Kent, I want to say. Hurt me. Let’s see what it does. 

But for some reason, I don’t. Instead, I gaze up at him, my eyes. wide, my mouth slightly open. 

Slowly, I nod. “I’ll be good for you, Kent,” I hear myself whisper. 

And suddenly, I realize it. I realize that I want this. That, goddamn it, some part of me likes this, likes being chained to Kent’s fucking basement floor and telling him I’ll be obedient for him. 

My breath quickens, my brows knit together as I think, what the 

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But Kent laughs lightly and my attention shifts back to him. “Good girl,” he murmurs, looking down at me. “I like it when you do as I 

say.” 

He reaches out a hand, curling his index finger under my chin, 

slowly dragging his thumb across my lower lip. “Get back on your 

knees, Fay,” Kent whispers to me. 

I blink at him and, for some reason, I don’t comply. It’s not that I 

don’t understand him; I just… don’t. 

Kent laughs lightly, and I remain perfectly still as he returns his thumb to the dimple at the center of my full bottom lip. Then, 

leisurely, he slides his thumb into my mouth. 

I feel it slip down the soft wetness of my tongue, caressing it. I close my mouth slightly, just enough for my teeth to press lightly against his flesh. 

“I said,” Kent’s voice is rough as he suddenly tightening his grip on my chin, causing me to gasp, “to get on your knees, Fay.” 

Quickly, I obey, pulling myself back up to my knees with difficulty. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, loosening his grip on me and taking his thumb out of my mouth. 

I leave my mouth hanging open as Kent stands up, walking slowly 

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around me until he again disappears from my sight. For a few moments, I keep my eyes closed, straining my ears to hear beyond the sound of my own panting breath, trying to decipher what he’s doing. 

He’s at the back of the room now, opening something on a hinge, moving things around. Damn it, I want to see. I have to know. Shivers run all over my skin in anticipation and fear. 

I hear his steps approaching me again, and I press my eyes 

closed. 

“Lean forward, Fay,” he commands. Without protest, I do as he says, moving my shoulders forward so that my chest is angled towards the ground. “Further, Fay,” he says impatiently. “Put your arms on the ground.” 

I whimper lightly, but the sound fails to express the complexity of my emotions as I press my forearms to the ground in front of me, lifting my hips and ass into the air. 

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