Chapter 0260


    “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,” | breathe, feeling my breath already starting toe fast.


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


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


    “Good girl,” Kent murmurs, stepping back from me again. Further away this time, so | 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 nextmand.


    “Take off your shoes,” he murmurs, and | do, slipping out of the soft masins so that | can feel the soft warm rug against my


    feet. | smile a little, thinking that it''s kind of sweet that Kent picked the softest ce 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 | can hear the rustle of fabric behind me as Kent removes a piece of his own clothing — his suit


    jacket, | guess, as there’s no jingle of metal for his belt.


    | 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.


    Amoment passes before | hear Kent say or do anything.


    “God damn it, Fay,” | 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, | 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 | almost step back. But | 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.”


    | do as he says, holding his gaze as | sink first to one knee and then the other.


    “Further,” hemands, nodding his


    chin towards my feet. “Ass against


    your heels. Spread your knees: ink


    further d WH, stilbstafing up at him,


    lata y handse to rest


    against my thighs. | stare up at him,


    surprised by how much | like the view


    of Kent, shirtless, towering above me.


    Surprised at how wet it makes me for


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    Kent takes a step closer to me so


    that his feete to rest almost


    between my k essetttat hy face is


    quire €ldSée tb his hip-level. “Undo the


    belt,” he demands, putting his hands


    on his waist. “It’s time for your


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


    “Faster,” he orders, frustrated, but | 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 n ggqcewith Roe


    thipgGOX Sp the button through the


    fabric of his cks and then slowly,


    suddenly terribly anxious, | start to


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