Yes, she does, but she doesn't like it.

Again, Kendall moves without thinking, her body primed to obey his every request. The pain he visited upon her is not new, nor is this next humiliation. James has always lived to **** her, but her response to his degradations is different this time. The pain in her cheek lingers, as did her hurt pride, but a seed of pride is buried deep within this bed of hurt. As she falls to her knees, she feels this seed sprouting, tender but alluring, and as she stares at his feet, she also feels an even deeper arousal stirring inside of her.

James wears heavy boots crusted with mud. He offers her his right foot first, and she takes it onto her lap and undoes the laces. When they were dating, Kendall would rub his feet regularly and without expectation that he returned the favor. It was understood between them that he would never show her such kindness or affection, and while Kendall didn’t like it, she at some point came to accept it as the best she could get. That is how James worked. He broke her down, and it was only with the arrival of Jackson that she was ever rebuilt. To her shock and horror, however, James has returned to her life to break her again, and this time seems all the more capable of doing it permanently.

Removing James’ shoe, she is first struck by how pungent the aroma of his feet is. It conjures for her old memories of the home they shared and of the abuses that went on there. Her heart sinks as she stares down at James’ uncovered foot and then, to her growing shame, arousal creeps into these feelings as well. The scent is not unfamiliar to her, but her response is changed. The disgust it summons is chased by a dizzying arousal that sweeps over her and leaves her breathing deep. She hates him and the stink of his feet, but she also couldn’t get enough of it.

She removes his sock next, bunching it up and stuffing it into the boot before setting the boot onto the floor beside her. Holding his sweaty foot on her lap, she lifts it carefully in her hands, the skin slick against her fingers and palms. She doesn’t enjoy the sensation, but she can’t bring herself to refuse him. Somehow, in some way, James demands a level of obedience from her now that he had lacked only a few months before. Her gaze settles on him again, this time curiously, on his impossibly large bulge, and she wonders if anything else about him has changed.

Blushing, she looks away and begins rubbing his feet. It comes back to her quickly, nights spent rubbing his feet absently while he watched sports. He often sat in just his underwear, his tiny penis hardly noticeable, the stink of his feet ripe and unwelcome in her nostrils. She would think about Jackson then, and she would fantasize about the life they would live together.

Now, however, James’ stench pushes Jackson out of her mind. It fills her with James instead, and the old memories return to her in black and white. Colorless, they sap the color from her world. Jackson becomes the memory, and James her new reality. It frightens her, the power he possessed over her, and it sickens her to be reduced to this again. It is worse to be kneeling at his feet as she does it, like she is his ****, but no matter how bad it is, the worst part is the subtle joy she takes in serving and smelling him.

James notices and, watching her, grins like a baboon. “Enjoying yourself down there?”

Kendall, briefly lost in her memories, wakes enough to glare at him. His feet are heavy and rough in her hands, but the sweat has dried, leaving only the scent in its place. She feels foggy-headed and horny, but she still hates James, even if she is reluctantly enjoying his feet. With all the venom still in her, which is a lot after two years of ****, she spits a petty, “No.”

James laughs again. “Really? Cause you seemed like you were enjoying it, getting all lost in thought about it. Also, there’s that.” James pokes at her breasts, where her unrestrained nipples stand at attention, showing through her blouse. Kendall, accustomed to going without a bra while home alone, gasps and blushes before lifting James’ foot to hide behind.

“Shut up, you pig.”

James shrugs. “What you get for not wearing a bra. Anyway…” Lifting his foot, James jams it into Kendall’s face and watches her sniff him quickly before recoiling. At no point in this exchange does she ever stop rubbing his feet, the task which he had ordered her to do. “But this should keep you focused: kiss my feet.”

Kendall, staring him in the eyes, breathes him in one last time before pressing him to her lips. She kisses him reluctantly, driven by an animal desire to obey the man whom she sees as her alpha male. Lips pressed firmly to the underside of his foot, she understands her powerlessness in his presence and the arousal she feels before him. James frightens her, but he also compels her to obey on a primal level. He is a large man and physically powerful, and all women want to be wanted. She hates him, she reasons, but she also has to protect herself, and her arousal is just another way of protecting herself.

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