Page 33 of Bound By Lust

“And how did you do that?”

“I sent her off to a very far-off place. She will never come between us again. You have my word Little Baby.” He cups my face. I kiss his hand and lean into him, sighing, understanding why three days of not having this felt likea lifetime.

Frank really is it for me…I never want this to end.

35

the sinful seven

Jessica

“Wake up, Little Baby. We’re almost home,” I hear and feel kisses on the tip of my nose.

“I don’t want to get up. Carry me,” I snuggle in closer, and he chuckles.

“You got it, baby.” He removed his fingers from my pussy, eliciting a moan from me. I listen to this nasty mother fucker suckle on his fingers coated with my juices, licking them deliciously and casually before setting his phone into his pocket. He scoops me up and I yawn, ready to go home and get in my bed. I’m so tired from being mad at him and I need some pampering.Plus, I want to cum so bad.

I cannot believe this man is still holding onto this petty ass grudge, but I’m not tripping because I high key kinda like it though. I mean, who wouldn’t like their man to casually stufftheir hands down their pants and slowly finger them to sleep during the entire car ride while he scrolls mindlessly through his phone?

Frank just be existing in sin and I love it, but I’m a little worried about potentially getting even more addicted than I already am.

“We have arrived, Lord Metchie.” The driver opens the door to the car, and Frank secures me. I lay my head on his chest, eyes halfway open, thinking we’re about to step outside to our penthouse, but a jolt of electricity shoots through me when I see a massive mega mansion that I could have only ever gotten close to on the big screen.

“Wow!” I breathe out at the sprawling estate, its grandeur immediately eye fuckable. The exterior is clad in a warm, cream-colored brick that shimmers in the early sunlight. A sweeping lawn, manicured to perfection, extends outwards, punctuated by a grand staircase leading up to an imposing archway double door entrance.

Parked on the circular driveway, a collection of luxurious cars gleam like multicolored jewels, every color on the rainbow and then some. But the cars that catch my attention a fiery red Ferrari, its engine purring like a caged lion, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom, its presence exuding an air of timeless elegance that makes this place seem more like a car show than someone’s home.

“F-Frank! Wh-where the hell are we?!” I screech and he cocks his head to the side, confused.

“Home, Little Baby,” he smiles and my eyes widen.

“H-home? As in y-your family house or…” He frowns, confused as my question trails off.

“No, home as in yours and my love nest.” He snuggles my nose and my mouth drops open at his words.Love nest?! This ain’t no damn love nest, this is a whole estate!It’s big enough for more than fifteen families of four to fit in, and he’s telling me he owns this?

“I…”

“Welcome home, Lord Metchie.” I jump, facing forward, and I’m appalled to see more than twenty men on the left side of us and the same number of women on the right side of us, lined up in rows.

“Yeah,” he casually throws at them, uncaring, still peeking down at me with adoration and love, making me swallow and worry that I might have bit off more than I can chew with him, and that there is more than meets the eye with this man.

“F-Frank… what is all of this? I don’t… why aren’t we in the condo?” I pivot and he pauses, gazing to the left before glancing back down at me.

“It’s undergoing renovations right now,” he states and my mouth forms an O.

“Ahhh, it must be the roaches, huh. Yeah, them thangs multiply fast.” I shake my head, already knowing the cause.

“Yeah, it was the roaches.”

“Damn, that’s a crying shame,” I sigh, but I understand. When roaches infest, they can be hard to get rid of.

“Lord Metchie,” one of the butlers steps forward and Frank shoots such a dagger-like glare at him, I fear for the man’s safety, and apparently the man does too, because he steps back and bows, trembling. “M-my apologies, milord, but the other young masters have come and are waiting in the house to s-speak with you,” he states, and Frank growls deep within him, sending vibrations all over my body.

“Fuck.” He spits out and walks forward, holding me close. As we walk past the butlers, they all bow at a perfect right angle, hands at their sides, wearing immaculate black and white housekeeping attire. Neither the men nor the women have a wrinkle in their attire in sight, but what is clearly visible is their blatant fear.What are they so scared of? Frank can be intense, but he’s harmless…

As we make our way up the stairs to the entrance, my eyes devour the mansion’s masterful architecture. From the towering columns that support a grand portico, with ornate windows and balconies that add a touch of European flair, and multiple gleaming water fountains that reflect the azure sky.

“Welcome home, Lord Metchie,” two badass-looking burly doormen bow before opening the doors and Frank steps inside without a greeting. Suddenly, I’m stunned by the opulence that continues to shine through. Marble floors gleam underfoot, and massive diamond…real mother fucking diamondchandeliers cascade rainbow lights onto plush white carpets.

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