Page 28 of Bound By Lust

“As you wish, Milady.” She spins on her heels, and I go to follow her, but Frank holds me back.

“Jessica! A shower? Really?! Now?!” he spits at me, and I clam up… I… I need water .

“Y-yes, wh-what… what d-do you uh, e-expect me to do, h-huh? S-sit around i-in my s-stank?,” I grunt and try to snatch my arm away but he doesn’t budge.

Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me!

Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me! Frank said he love me!

Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me!

Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me! Frank said he loves me!

I think I’m going to pass the fuck out!

“First of all, that’s not ha the fuck I’m talking about and you damn well know it. And second, you do not stink!”

“The hell I don’t!” I wrinkle my nose, trying to get away…I need to fucking think!

“You smell like flowers and me! I don’t want you to shower yet,” he pleads and honestly I’m almost tempted to listen because I know this is about more than just showering, even though he’s dead ass right now, but I vibrate on a different frequency as a warning blares heavily in me. I don’t know what it is or why…I need to think…

“Frank, I just n—” When I shift on my foot and my coochie literally splatters cum down my leg, his eyes light up, flickering red against the sun before he goes to his knees and licks up my thigh, humming. I limp my ass over to the shower with Frank staring at me in disbelief. “Baby! Don’t do this to me! I was saving that for later!” he pouts with tears in his eyes, and I scoff.

“I—”Wait a damn second!I sputter as him cum drizzles down my leg.

“Milady, is everything okay?” she asks and I look over to her, wanting to ask what’s up with the madam stuff, but I don’t want to do it in front of Frank. This just all seems so strange to me, but then again, as a girl who grew up jumping on mattresses pretending they were trampolines when she was little, of course this shit would feel strange. However, when it comes to Frank, he looks like he bathes in money.

“Uhm… can you prepare the other shower?”

“Of course! This is Milord and Lady’s jet. I can do whatever you ask,” she eagerly states and my heart ratereallyskyrockets.

Wait… this is Frank’s plane?

I gaze over to him as he’s still on his knees, staring at the sky as if his life is over, all because I want to shower. But I’m shook as hell right now.

No one would have guessed based on looks alone. This mother fucker is enormous! Like the Soul Plane movie plane big! It looks nothing like the quaint, yet small and comfortable jets I see celebrities getting off when they want to flaunt their wealth.

Everything spells wealthy, from the peanut butter interior to the LFM embroidered in the head rest, to the damn stairs that lead somewhere else. It’s all too damn much to assume someone legit has wealth like this and is walking about normal and shit, just crossdressing. This man has entirely too much time and money on his hands…

I knew it was private, but Frank actually owns this shit? I thought his ass just chartered a flight on this thing! I didn’t think heownedit! This is…just how rich is he?! No… WHO the hell is he?

Nah let me not even fake the funk like even care about that… I just…

“Ugh!” My head throbs with a piercing pain and I grab my temple, and Frank jolts.

“Jessica! Baby are you okay?!” he tries to get close, but the pain comes again, this time in my chest. I hold my hand up before he can get to me, feeling dizzy, throat tight with fear… an irrational fear from a real ass rational bitch!S-something isn’t right!

“I… I’m okay. Frank,” I call out to him and he finally looks back at me eagerly and I have to admit he’s adorable as hell. It’s like I can practically see the cat ears and tail wagging.

“Are you sure? You don’t look so good,” he frowns and I grab my head.

“No, no I’m fine… I promise… I’m g-going to j-just take my shower and uhm… since we’re going t-to land soon,” I tell him and he looks at me pointedly before he stands.

“Fine… if I must…” He walks my way, but I shut the door in his face and hear a muffled noise before a knock comes and the knob jiggles. “Baby, you accidentally shut the door and locked it…”

“That was no accident, Frank, there are other showers on board. Go shower there,” I call out, heart racing and I hear him chuckle.

“Haha, you’re so funny Jessica. Why would I shower away from mywifewho Ilove? Come on, open the door,” he voices and I glance down at the knob that is still twisting. I suspect that if I open this door, this man will eat me alive…tempting, but no.I need to get my thoughts together and showering in solitude is the only way to do that.

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