Chapter 7
Frankie
“Wait, so she’s Daddy, too?”
Sitting straight up on the couch, her legs folded under her, Aria looked around the room with wide, excited eyes. On the other couch, Cordelia was leaned back, sipping a mimosa from the buffet the staff had brought up a few minutes before with Ivy tucked up against her side as usual. “I am, yes.”
“Fascinating. And Ivy is your sub?”
“Ivy is mine. As is our boy, Jacob.”
Aria’s eyes somehow got even rounder. “You have two submissives? Fucking badass.”
Cordelia’s smile shifted to a satisfied smirk. “I like to think so.”
Grinning at the pair of them, Frankie waved her own mimosa. “So you’ll help me sneak her into the club tonight?”
“Hmmm.” Head tilted to the side, Cordelia gave Aria a long, hard look. “She hasn’t been vetted.”
“Oh come on, Delia. She’s Braden’s daughter. You can’t get a better recommendation than that.”
“True. But Braden will also murder us all if we let her step foot in that club.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of Aria’s mouth as she raised a brow in Cordelia’s direction. “Really? You’re going to let a man control my sexual exploration?”
“Oh, you’re clever.” Chuckling softly, Cordelia raised her glass in a toast. “And you have a point. But I’m not sure an event like that is the best time to bring a kink virgin into the fray.”
“Actually,” Ivy interjected, her tone thoughtful, “it might be the best time. A small group, people we all know well. Nobody there to take advantage of her.”
Aria bounced excitedly in her seat, her mimosa sloshing dangerously close to the sides of her glass in the process. “See? It’s perfect!”
“Slow down, Baby Elliott.” Steel infused Cordelia’s tone, and though she pouted about it, Aria immediately quieted. Not that Frankie could blame her. Cordelia had never laid a hand on her and she was still lowkey terrified of her. And she was pretty sure most of the men were, too.
“There are rules. Lots of them. And I’ll have plenty of rules of my own if I let you come with us. The number one rule being you are only there to observe, not to play. Understood?”
“But…” One look from Cordelia had Aria stopping in her tracks with a sigh. “Okay, okay, fine. No playing, just watching.”
Frankie opened her mouth to tease Aria about caving so quickly, but she was distracted by the door opening and Silver striding inside, looking so completely unSilverlike, Frankie had to do a double-take.
Dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and what looked to be one of Ice’s button-down shirts without a lick of makeup on, she didn’t seem anything like the goddess of the night persona she usually portrayed.
Even when they were just hanging out at her house, she at least had some makeup on.
“What?” Stopping a few feet from the couch, Silver frowned. “Why are you all staring at me?”
So Frankie had been the only one caught off guard, thank god.
“You just look… Not like you,” Cordelia said, her head tilting to the side as she looked Silver up and down. “I don’t think we’ve ever seen you without makeup.”
“Please.” Silver rolled her eyes. “You’ve definitely seen me without makeup. You’re over at my house all the time.”
“Yeah, and you always have makeup on when we come over.” Amused now that the shock had faded, Frankie grinned. “I never really thought about it before but Delia’s right. This is totally new.”
“You’re all ridiculous.” With another roll of her eyes, Silver flounced over to the couch and dropped down next to Aria. She glanced over, then did her own double-take. “Who’s this?”
“Oh my god.” Aria’s voice dropped to a reverent whisper. “You’re Silver. I knew you’d be here and like, I’ve seen you in the group chat but like… Oh my god you’re Silver.”
“You know, Aria, if you’d come to like, any of the planning events we had over the past few months you wouldn’t be drooling right now,” Frankie teased, lifting her mimosa for another sip.
“Shut up, Frankie. I just need a minute.”
“Where’s Ruby?” From her spot on the couch, Cordelia chuckled. “You two will be great friends. She had pretty much the same reaction the first time she met Silver, too.”
As if on cue, Frankie’s phone buzzed, and she looked down to see a message from Ruby on the screen. “Her ears must have been burning because she just texted me.”
Swiping open the message, Frankie frowned.
Ruby
Running late. Can you swap me with someone for hair and makeup?
It was an easy swap, but what the hell was going on?
Frankie
Everything okay? Are you sick or something?
Ruby
Nothing like that. I’ll tell you when I get there. Just cover for me so Lottie doesn’t freak out, please????
Frankie
I got you. I’ll just tell everyone you got in trouble and Beckett had to beat your ass.
Ruby
Trust me, if that doesn’t happen at some point today, I’ll be shocked. So it’s not really a lie. Thanks, I really appreciate you covering for me.
Frankie
No problem. But I expect all the deets when you get here.
Ruby
Deal.
“Ruby’s going to be late. Apparently, she pushed one too many of Beckett’s buttons this morning.”
Laughter rippled through the group, with the exception of Aria who frowned. “What does that mean? Is that a kinky thing?”
“Oh, shit.” Silver lifted a hand to her mouth, her eyes going round with horror. “She doesn’t know, does she? Braden is going to murder all of us.”
“Relax, she knows. Well, she knows about the club and why the club is called Club BDE.” Frankie paused and turned to Cordelia. “Did you know that’s actually Braden and his brother’s initials?”
“I did, but only because I’ve worked there for so long.” Cordelia’s lips curved upward. “I may or may not have been the one who started the rumor that it stands for something else.”
Throwing her head back, Frankie let out a laugh. “Sometimes I think you may be the biggest brat of us all.”
Just as her laughter was fading, she was hit with a sudden wave of pleasure so intense it made her audibly gasp.
Every head in the room swung to stare at her, and embarrassment swirled with pleasure, both heating her cheeks as she met her friends’ gazes.
“Sorry. Ah, I just… remembered I have something to do. Be right back.”
Pushing up from the couch, she hurried to one of the attached bedrooms and into the bathroom. Hands on the vanity, she closed her eyes and drew in a few bracing breaths as the pleasure continued to wrack her body.
The vibrations didn’t ease, but once she had her reactions under control, she swiped open her phone to tap out a message.
Frankie
You’re killing me here.
Daddy
Just making sure my babygirl is taking care of herself. How many mimosas have you had?
Frankie
One. But I’ll go drink the whole damn bottle if you don’t stop teasing me.
Instead of turning off, the toy in her pussy buzzed even faster and she let out a low moan that was half arousal, half I’m-going-to-kill-him frustration.
Daddy
Should I turn the toy off, little siren? Or make you come right there in front of your friends?
Frankie
Joke’s on you, I’m in the bathroom.
Daddy
Keep those hands off my pussy, little girl, or I will make sure you walk down the aisle with my marks all over your ass.
It was tempting to taunt him, just to see what he would do. But she’d been Holden’s babygirl long enough to know that he didn’t make threats he wasn’t willing to follow through on.
Frankie
Yes, Daddy.
Daddy
Good girl. Finish up whatever you’re doing and I’ll… be in touch.
The buzzing of the toy faded, leaving her even more frustrated than she had been when it had been on. She was tempted, oh so tempted to get herself off. But Daddy would know. Somehow, Daddy always knew when she was naughty, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.
Resigned to spending a few more hours on edge, she washed her hands, plastered a smile on her face, and made her way back out to the living room.
She stepped out of the bedroom at the same time the main door opened and Lottie returned, her cheeks as red as Frankie’s felt but looking far more relaxed than she had all morning. In the interest of her friend’s privacy, Frankie made a beeline for her, blocking her from Aria’s curious gaze.
“You okay, Lottie-baby?”
“Yeah.” The color in Lottie’s cheeks darkened. “I’ve got bruises on my ass, and a plug in my ass, but I actually feel a lot better than I did. And it turns out I was making a big deal out of nothing because Braden was just doing what I’d asked him to do where Aria is involved.”
“That’s something, at least.” Frankie grinned. “And it turns out you aren’t the only one. Ruby’s going to be late, apparently she got into some mischief. At this point I’m going to be shocked if we don’t all end up walking down the aisle with red asses.”
Tears formed in Lottie’s eyes as she dissolved into giggles. “Oh my god. That is not what I had in mind when I said I wanted matching bridesmaids.”
“Yeah, well, with this group you had to know it was a possibility.”
“Fair enough.” Dragging in a deep breath, Lottie wiped at her streaming eyes. “Thank god we haven’t done makeup yet. I need a fucking mimosa.”
“Coming up. And we should get some protein in you, too. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
But instead of moving away, Lottie slipped her arms around Frankie’s waist and dropped her head to Frankie’s shoulder. “Thank you for being here and handling all of this. I don’t know how I would get through today without you.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”