7. Frankie
Chapter 7
Frankie
I t’s been a few weeks since I first came here, and I’ve visited this room almost everyday!
I don’t know what I’m waiting for, but not one of these guys has what I’m looking for.
Today it feels like I’ve been sitting here for hours, when in reality I know it can’t be more than five minutes, before he enters.
I’ve been sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the bottom of my white shirt, looking at the black patterned wallpaper that covers all of the walls. The raised platform across from the bed I am perched on has a beautiful claw bathtub with silver furniture, and I’ve wanted to sample it since I first entered the room a few days back, but each time I’ve been in here the men have come in, spanked me over my jeans and left! I mean, what the fuck is that all about.
That has pissed me off, and let me tell you, I have given Tony a piece of my mind. Who the hell goes into a punishment room to be spanked and not get any kind of action? I couldn’t believe it last night when a guy wanted me to spank him. It took all my self-control not to kick the shit out of the fucker. They have rooms for that … I checked!
I always take my shoes off when I come in here, and the coolness from the dark hardwood flooring to the soft black rugs feels amazing.
Tonight, when the door opened and I watched as he entered, my heart skipped a beat. I knew instantly that he wasn’t like the others, he commanded the room. I was excited, maybe even a little nervous, but one thing was certain as I looked him up and down, Kitty is thirsty for milk. I giggle and it doesn’t sound like me, almost too girly, which sounds odd, but I’m gonna roll with it because if it means I’m gonna get laid then who the fuck cares.
“Well, well, well,” he says as he enters, his voice smooth as silk. “Seems like someone’s been a bad girl.” His brow raises on his perfectly formed face. How can someone actually look that good.
His suit looks quality, all black and matching his shirt beneath, which is open at the top. I can see tattoos on his neck, which go beneath his shirt, and I glance down to see that both his hands have them too. He catches me assessing him and smirks.
His hand brushes back pieces of his long, dark hair that have fallen out of his ponytail, and I want to look away but can’t. His blue eyes are as deep as the ocean on a clear day, sparkling like the sun is glistening down on to it.
He clears his throat as he pulls me from my thoughts. “So, tell me, what have you done to be in this room?” He stalks toward me like a cat.
I swallow loudly, sure he can hear it. “Erm, I … well, I just … I don’t know.” Words fail me, and I sound like an idiot.
He looks at me, his brow furrows as he gets closer and lifts my chin with his forefinger. “Yes, il mio tesoro , you do.”
OMG! I think I’ve just come! I don’t know what he said and, right now, I don’t care. It sounded sexy as fuck.
“I like to be punished, it frees me, with the work I do … you know it gives me a release.” I free my head from his hand and look down. For the first time, in a long while, I feel embarrassed to admit why I get enjoyment out of fucking and pain after “working”.
I have never really told anyone before, not really, and it’s not like I’m going to see this guy again, so it’s not like it actually matters, right? I don’t know why I feel this way.
“Don’t be ashamed of what you like. There’s no judgment here. Embrace who you are, il mio tesoro .” He smiles.
I look at him and smile as he turns and walks away. He takes his jacket off and hangs it on the back of the steel occasion chair.
Facing me, he starts to unbutton his sleeves, rolling them to his elbow, and heads toward the black horse in the middle of the room. I mean, I say horse because it looks like those gymnastics horses I’ve seen in the gym, only this has straps coming off all four corners.
It’s definitely nerves I feel floating around inside me now as I listen to his black shiny shoes tap across the floor and stop as he turns, resting his tall frame against the apparatus.
Crossing his arms, he looks at me. “I haven’t read your paperwork, but I am assuming from your band alone you are open to anything I want, no questions asked?”
I peer down to the band I have been unconsciously playing with and inhale. “Yes.” I start biting the inside of my lip to prevent me from saying anything I believe is funny, as this isn’t the right time for my smart mouth.
“I also want to assure you that me being here also confirms the same, and I go through the same checks as you,” he assures me.
“Okay.” I nod and exhale.
“With all that being said, let’s begin.” He unfolds his arms and places both hands in his pockets.
“Stand and undress … slowly,” he commands.
It’s like my body takes over and I follow his commands without hesitation. Standing, I lift my T-shirt over my head, and my jeans glide down without undoing the zipper.
Gently, I knock both straps of my bra from my shoulders and use one arm to hold it in place as I snake the other around my back to pop open the clasp, letting my bra fall free, not yet revealing anything to him.
I watch him stare at me, his eyes not leaving my body, and I feel … sexy. I haven’t felt like this before. Normally I just fuck and it’s over, no time is ever taken with it. Admittedly, I have to touch myself because the guys I am with are a little eager and forget that I need to kinda be on the same page, and it doesn’t help if I’m as dry as the Sahara. They never seem to give a shit.
Today is not one of those days. I can already feel the heat in my cheeks. I will have to take my panties off at some point, and he will see my excitement.
I drop my arm to reveal my breasts, my dusky pink nipples are pebbled wanting to be sucked. My small breasts will definitely get lost in his large hands.
As I put my fingers in the waistband of my panties, he pushes off the horse.
“Stop, come to me.” He steps to the side so the horse is in full view.
I chew wildly on my bottom lip, conscious if I continue I will break the skin.
Reaching him, I have to look up. He has to be over six feet… over six feet of a pure fucking sex god, I think to myself.
“You’re breathtaking, il mio tesoro .” His hand rises and cups my cheek, his thumb skimming across my bottom lip.
“Climb up, legs either side.” He offers his hand for me to take as I step up and get on, positioned as he told me, thankful that I am still covered and not fully open to him from behind.
He walks around me and stops at my head, brushing my hair over one shoulder. “You ready?” He winks.
Silently he walks around, strapping my wrists and ankles to the bench.
“So fucking beautiful. The view from here is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” I feel his breath before I feel the bristles from his short beard as he leans forward without me hearing him. I flinch at the shock, and I feel him chuckle against my ass cheek.
He inhales deeply. “Mmmm, you smell divine. I bet you taste just as fucking good.”