Page 66 of Tempting Frankie
I break the kiss, panting. “Say it again,” I demand, my hands roaming her body possessively.
Francesca grins, a glint in her eye. “I love you, Daddy.”
Epilogue
ALEXANDER
Igrowl low in my throat, primal need coursing through me. “You've been a very naughty girl, running from Daddy.”
She leaps up suddenly, darting past me toward the stairs. “Catch me if you can, old man,” she taunts.
Fuck, I love when she plays hard to get. I give chase, my longer strides eating up the distance between us as we race up the sweeping staircase. Her breathy giggles echo through the house, spurring me on.
At the top of the stairs, I lunge forward and snag her around the waist. She squeals as I throw her over my shoulder, her ass perfectly positioned for a sharp smack. The sound of my hand connecting with her cheek is deeply satisfying.
“Put me down, you caveman!” she laughs, squirming in my grip.
I stalk purposefully to our bedroom, kicking the door open. “Time to teach you a lesson about running from Daddy,” I growl, tossing her onto the massive four-poster bed.
She bounces on the mattress, hair wild and chest heaving. I climb on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. “You'vebeen such a bad girl,” I murmur, nipping at her neck. “What should I do with you?”
“Nothing you haven't done before,” she taunts.
I growl, reaching for the coiled rope on the nightstand. Her eyes widen as I unwind the silky black cord.
“Please,” she whimpers, but I can see the hunger in her gaze.
I work quickly, my fingers deftly weaving intricate knots and patterns across her soft skin. The rope hugs her curves, accentuating every dip and swell. When I'm done, she's a living work of art—bound tight in an elaborate shibari harness that leaves her utterly helpless.
“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” I growl, drinking in the sight of her.
Unable to resist, I grab the neckline of her shirt and yank. The fabric tears with a satisfying rip, exposing her heaving breasts. I do the same to her leggings, shredding the seam until I have full access to her dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all trussed up and ready for your punishment,” I murmur, trailing a finger along her inner thigh. She shivers, tugging uselessly at her bonds. “I'm going to make you beg for mercy, pretty girl. And then I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”
“You and your dramatic declarations,” Francesca scoffs, but the way her pupils dilate betrays her affected nonchalance. “I'd like to see you try, old man.”
I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You ready for Daddy to teach you a lesson?”
Smirking, I slowly unbutton my shirt, revealing my chest. I take my time, making sure she gets an eyeful of every muscle and every drop of sweat that slides down my abs. Her breath catches as I discard the fabric on the floor. My eyes never leave hers as I reach for my belt buckle, unbuckling it with exaggeratedslowness. Francesca arches her back against the restraints, her nipples hardening through her torn top.
“Oh no, baby,” I croon, “You're not getting this cock yet.” I pull my pants down just enough to free my hard-on from my boxer briefs. My thick length bounces against my thigh, the head glistening with pre-cum. Francesca whimpers in anticipation, her hips twisting against the bedding in frustration.
Straddling her, I hover above her face and stroke myself slowly, ensuring she catches every glistening motion of my hand on my shaft. “You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck your pretty little mouth?” I ask, leaning in close enough for her to feel my knuckles graze her.
“Yes,” she whines between gritted teeth, “Please...”
Chuckling darkly, I pull away from her reach. “I don't think so.” Swiping a handful of my pre-cum from the tip of my dick, I massage it over her swollen lips before bringing it to my own mouth and sucking it off my fingers in front of her envious gaze. “Mmmm...” I moan, “Tastes like victory.”
Francesca's pleading gaze turns from lust to fury as she realizes she's being teased. “Asshole!” she spits out between clenched teeth.
I laugh at her outburst, bracing one arm against the wall as I continue stroking mere inches from her face. “Such language,” I tsk. “I thought you had better manners than that, pretty girl.”
My hand moves faster, twisting on the upstroke as my swollen tip leaks steadily. Francesca's eyes are locked on the motion, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Fucking tease,” she snarls, yanking at her restraints. “Let me touch you, dammit!”
“Now, now,” I pant, my abs clenching as pleasure coils tighter in my core. “Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.”
