29. Chapter 29
Evan
Evan was dying to swallow the growing lump ascending in their throat, but they nodded in understanding.
Hiding had been a coping mechanism for as long as they could—they gasped when Frankie kissed them, eyes drifting closed at the contact.
Her scent clouded their senses, set the blood running through their veins ablaze.
Evan returned the kiss with abandon, and when they attempted to wrap their arms around Frankie’s shoulders, they were quickly reminded of their shackled limbs.
“Patience,” Frankie cooed, circling Evan’s throat with one hand. She grazed Evan’s jaw with her teeth, her hand squeezing lightly. Evan’s breathing grew labored as their Domme locked eyes with them. “Tell me again who you belong to.”
Fuck . Evan shuddered as another bout of arousal thrummed through their pleasure points.
Frankie’s husky voice, her body so close to theirs, was the only thing they could focus on.
Evan’s skin where Frankie had struck them was hot, but they found they wanted more, needed everything their Domme would offer.
“You. I belong to you, Daddy.”
“Mm-hmm, that’s right. And do you know what I do with good bois who belong to me?”
“W-what?”
Frankie stood, and Evan had to crane their head up to see what she would do next.
They didn’t need to wait long. Frankie climbed onto the bed with Evan, the feeling of her slacks rough over Evan’s already sensitized skin.
An involuntary yelp left Evan when Frankie’s soft hands landed on their back.
Seconds later her lips were warm and moist against Evan’s ear, the feel of her breath causing Evan’s toes to curl.
“I make them beg. I own your orgasm, little thief, and only when I’m good and ready will you come for me. Understood?”
Evan couldn’t stop the whimper that came out, though hell if they knew if it was out of complaint or excitement. A scorching ball of heat dipped low in their stomach when Frankie suddenly spanked their ass cheek. “Answer the question, little thief.”
“Un-understood, but …” Evan inhaled sharply, and ground their pelvis harder into the mattress. There was a tremble in their voice as they continued, “What if I accidentally come?”
A low, yet compelling chuckle filled the room.
Frankie’s fingernails scored Evan’s legs before slipping between them.
Evan sucked in a sharp breath as Frankie’s skillful fingers slid along their slit, teasing the growing wetness.
Her thumb found Evan’s tightly coiled bud, and when she gave it a gentle rub, pleasure zapped through their body like an electrical current. “Fuck.”
“And to think, we’ve only just gotten started.”
“Daddy, I don’t think … it’s possible I won’t be able to—oh, fuuuck.” Evan’s eyes rolled back when Frankie sank a finger deep inside.
“You were saying?” There was a sly smirk in Frankie’s voice. She pressed Evan’s ass down with one hand, and with the other, she began slowly pumping her finger in and out of Evan’s heat. “Goddamn, you feel amazing. So wet for me, aren’t you, little thief?”
Evan buried their face in the mattress and forced their body to relax.
Even from behind, Frankie knew just where to angle her fingers and thumb to hit every erogenous zone.
It wasn’t long before she added a second finger, and then a third, thrusting painfully slowly inside Evan.
A long moan escaped Evan, and their pulse sped up, the muscles in their bound arms and legs constricting and releasing as they got closer to a climax.
And then Frankie retracted her fingers, retreating from Evan’s body altogether. A whine left them at the loss of contact. They’d been so close!
“That’s my orgasm you’re building, remember?” Frankie’s lips caressed Evan’s ear, her hot breath against their skin exciting them even more. Her hands clasped Evan’s still caught in the restraints. “And I’m not ready for you to come just yet.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” The sting of Frankie’s words caused Evan’s cheeks to flush. But Frankie’s lips and tongue didn’t let up, sucking their earlobe into her mouth before trailing teasing kisses down their neck and across their exposed shoulders.
“You’re forgiven. After all, you’re still learning precisely what pleases me.
” Frankie’s hands tightened on Evan’s right before she bit down gently on Evan’s shoulder.
Evan’s breath caught, another groan forming in their throat when Frankie straddled their thighs.
She still wore her pants, absolutely nothing had changed, but when she began pumping her pelvis into Evan’s ass and exposed sex, she might as well have been fucking them with a strap.
That same slow, all-consuming fire began to spread through Evan once more, curling their toes and tightening low in their belly.
Their sex fluttered. Once again, the moment Evan was sure they’d come apart, Frankie brandished the flogger.
“What color are you, little thief?”
Evan’s arms broke out in goosebumps as the leather tips of the flogger danced along their skin. They squeezed their eyes shut, a faint tremor washing over them. “Green.”
“Yeah? You don’t need me to slow down or anything?”
Evan let out a huff at the humor in Frankie’s voice. Through clenched teeth, they managed, “I need more, please , Daddy. I need you.”
“I know you do, and you’re being so patient waiting for me. But I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Frankie.” A sob caught in Evan’s throat when Frankie’s weight lifted off them a third time. Fucking hell, what would it take to get an orgasm tonight?
“Shh, baby, you’re doing so well for your first time.
I’ll make this worth your while, I promise.
” Frankie trailed the flogger along Evan’s spine, passing over their ass to the meaty part of their slender legs.
Evan knew at once more pain would ensue, but as the flogger came down on their feverish skin, a surprised cry of pleasure escaped instead.
Arousal coated the sheets underneath them.
“Fuck, c-can I please come?”
“While I’m loving your manners, not just yet.” Frankie chuckled, and another sob left Evan when the flogger came down on their thigh once more.
Deep breaths, deep breaths.
But Frankie was everywhere, touching, whipping, kissing, and licking.
Evan sucked in another breath when her teeth nipped the flesh on the inner part of their thigh before sinking her fingers into their sex, only to pull out again.
Evan whimpered. “Fuck, you’re drenched for me, little thief. All this, mine.”
Evan’s head turned just as Frankie was sucking their arousal off her fingers.
She looked beautifully wild, leaning back on her haunches, the crotch of her dress pants damp and full of Evan’s scent.
Her blouse was agape enough that Evan could make out the scar on her chest, but it didn’t turn them off or snap them back to reality.
In fact, Evan couldn’t remember wanting anyone more than they did Frankie.
“Taste yourself on me,” she told Evan, grabbing their cheek in one hand.
Then her lips were on Evan’s, her tongue in their mouth, and they could indeed taste their arousal in their kiss.
Evan’s sex throbbed, begging for the release they knew Frankie could give them.
And then they felt the hard tip of something pressing against their entrance.
Evan broke the kiss and pulled away from Frankie with a sharp inhale.
“What color are you, my gorgeous boi?” Frankie asked, leaning into Evan for another deep kiss. While their mouths were occupied, Evan felt Frankie trail the dildo through their wetness, but not inside.
They tensed for a heartbeat. Evan wanted the release they knew Frankie could provide, but there was one thing they’d forgotten to mention. “Green, Daddy, but I-I’ve never actually used one before. A-a dildo. Or any toy.”
“Thank you for telling me. I’ll take it slow, then.
” Frankie bit down on Evan’s shoulder at the same time she inched the dildo inside.
Soft moans left them both. Evan clamped down on the toy, their choppy breaths sounding loud in the bedroom.
The dildo was tight and a bit painful, but each of Frankie’s slow thrusts was oh-so-fucking delicious.
A hot flush broke out on Evan’s chest and on their throat where Frankie’s fingers still rested.
Perspiration dampened their forehead. The swollen bud Frankie had been relentlessly teasing spasmed as she passed her thumb over it once more.
Secured to the restraints, Evan’s legs began to shake.
“Goddamn, I think you might be my new favorite addiction.”
“Please,” Evan begged, so overstimulated now they were beyond full sentences.
“Come for me, then. Come apart all over my hand as I fuck you.”
Evan did not need to be told twice. As soon as the dildo hit a certain pleasure spot at the exact moment Frankie pinched their bud, a cry erupted from Evan, and their entire body went rigid as waves and waves of pleasure washed over them.
“Fuck, you look so good coming for me.” Frankie’s low voice sounded somewhere close by.
Evan couldn’t gather enough energy to lift their head.
They felt Frankie carefully slip the toy out, and then she was climbing from the bed.
Exhaustion settled over Evan to the point where they dozed off for a minute.
They were only vaguely coherent when Frankie removed the restraints around their wrists and ankles.
Then she was smoothing her hand down Evan’s back, tugging their tank top down so that it wasn’t revealing.
“I’m going to rub a little ointment over the tender areas, okay? ”
Groggily, Evan licked their lips. “‘Kay.”
Frankie disappeared, and Evan dozed off again.
They startled awake a while later when a cool balm touched their hot skin.
“Shh, it’s just me, baby,” Frankie said softly.
Evan relaxed into the touch, appreciating how diligent and caring their Domme was.
A lazy smile formed. They had a Domme. Who would have thought a few months ago that being someone’s submissive was something they’d one day yearn for?
The gentle massage stopped, and a sweet kiss landed in Evan’s hair.
“I’m so proud of you, little thief. And beyond grateful.
Thank you for trusting me with your body. ”
Evan turned over, grimacing at how sore their freshly flogged skin was. Frankie sat beside them, staring down at Evan with a soft smile. She’d removed her pants and changed into a loose-fitting T-shirt, looking so casual and homey that emotion clogged in Evan’s throat. “You’re welcome.”
Frankie reached for Evan, the back of her finger stroking their cheek almost lovingly. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” Even as she asked, Frankie was lifting a glass of water off the nightstand for Evan to take. “Drink.”
Evan did, gulping down half the glass before handing it back. They wiped their mouth with the back of a hand and swallowed, peering up at Frankie shyly. “Don’t suppose you have another one of those shirts I can put on?”
Frankie’s smile widened, and she nodded, hopping off the bed in search of one. Evan watched her rummage around in her dresser before pulling out another long, baggy T-shirt. “This will be perfect,” she commented, returning to Evan’s side on the mattress.
“What do we do now?” Evan asked, dutifully lifting their arms as Frankie slid the shirt over their head.
It smelled like her, which was way more comforting than Evan would have thought.
Burrowing their face into the sleeve, Evan took an unabashed whiff, batting their eyelashes over their arm at Frankie.
“Whatever you want, so long as it’s relaxing and brings you comfort.
” Frankie tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Evan, as if she was trying not to bring attention to the fact that they were totally scenting her.
She placed a hand on Evan’s thigh. “We can cuddle or watch a movie and cuddle. I could run you a bath.”
Evan shook their head. “I can’t imagine getting out of bed right now. I’m … I feel exhausted.” A barely-awake idea formed, but Evan blushed at the thought. There was no way Frankie would—
“Tell me what you need. Aftercare is important after a scene, as important as the scene itself.”
“Will you read to me?” Evan grimaced. Their brain wasn’t braining at the moment, but it was something their mom used to do when they were little.
Reading had always been a barrier for Evan, a skill they lacked, and because of that, had never taken joy in.
But listening to Frankie’s sensual voice as she snuggled and read to them? Evan could think of nothing better.
Frankie gave Evan another one of her full-on open smiles that made her brown eyes sparkle with warmth and affection. Evan wasn’t certain, but they had a feeling she didn’t smile like that for just anyone.
“I would be honored to do that for you. What kind of genre are you into?”
“Will you choose?” It didn’t matter so long as Evan didn’t need to return to their bedroom right away. They liked it here, sharing precious space with Frankie.
As Frankie left in search of a book, Evan sank back into the mattress and let out a contented sigh.
They were tired, but happy, and also something else they refused to name.
All they knew was that Frankie was no longer the enemy.
No, now the only one Evan feared was their father.
Cecil would come, of that Evan was sure.
I need to protect Frankie.
But how?