Page 32 of Bound By Lust

“Yes baby?” moan lazily, enjoy his touch.

“I want you to describe whoever put their hands on you as well as how, when, and where.” He pulls me to him and glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Why?”

“For research purposes, of course.” He smirks, kissing my lips.What the hell kind of research he need to do with the people who I could give two shits about?But I shrug because it’s not mybusiness if they get told the fuck off by the mother fucker they was capping so hard for.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” He holds up a hand, calls someone, and places them on speaker.

“I’m listening.” A silky smooth, almost tired sounding but sexy voice comes through.

“Go on, Little Baby, and tell Daddy in detail who had the fucking audacity to touch what’s mine,” he sneers sinisterly and I shudder, this the type of energy that’ll make my coochie throb.

As I go into detail about how, when, and where they bumped into me and what they said to me, the intensely pissed off look on his face is just does it for me.

With his elbow propped up on the door and head resting on his fisted hand, he stares at me unwaveringly, and I swear I sense just by his stare alone, he’ll devour me.

“Got it. I’ll make sure this is handled,” the voice on the phone affirms.

Frank hangs up and continues to stare at me, and I feel awkward. For him, it might not seem like such a long time, but for me, it’s been ages since I was with him like this.

“What’s on your mind, Little Baby?”

“You,” I voice quickly, and he raises a brow, smirking, reaching out, running his hand over my lips.

“What about me?”

“Several things.”

“Tell me one.”

“Uhm… like I’m wondering what you’re going to do to the people once you find them,” I ask honestly, and he looks me up and down curiously.

“Hurt them.”

“Oh…”

“Why? Are you sad or going to try and stop me?” He grabs my ass and I shake my head, leaning into him, sucking his lip into my mouth, gently suckling on it.

“Nope, what you do to them ain’t none of my business. As long as you’re not fucking, kissing, or encouraging them, I’ll stay in my lane,” I tell him, and his eyes flash.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Hot enough to let me cum again?”

“Haha, you’re really trying to make up for the ones you missed before Japan, huh?”

“Yup besides,you’rethe one that missedmygame.Youshould have been the one on punishment, not me!”

“But Little Baby,you’rethe one who claimed Daddy was with another woman when I was lying on my sickbed! I thinkthatdeserves a bit of punishment, no?” he rebuts, and I go still, pausing with no comeback. Damn him, he really is taking this serious even though he’s the mother fucker that ate my ass the entire rest of the plane ride, and played with my pussy like he was Mozart and my clit was the piano keys!

I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“I did, but that was your fault for hiring such a shitty housekeeper,” I let him know and he smirks.

“Yeah, but I repented for that already. You haven’t.” He kisses my shoulder, humming.

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