33. Chapter 33
Evan
Frankie was waiting in the armchair when Evan entered their bedroom ten minutes later, one long leg crossed over the other.
She’d set up several toys on what appeared to be a protective cloth at the edge of Evan’s bed.
The restraint frame they’d accidentally cuffed themself to weeks ago sat off to the side, along with the St. Andrew’s Cross.
“Stop.” Frankie held her hand up. When Evan did, she continued, “Are you alright to continue using the traffic light system, or would a safe word work instead?”
Evan considered the question. “A safe word.”
“We can do that. Do you have one in mind?”
“Mustard.” Evan hated everything about the condiment, so it seemed the ideal word to halt a scene.
“Very well. So to be clear, you will obey, like a good boi, everything I do or say. Unless you use the safe word. Then everything stops at once. Agreed?”
“Yes.” Frankie was in full Domme mode now, and Evan was there for it. Fucking hell, she was sexy. Frankie had the ability to turn them on like no one had before.
“Excellent. Now remove the bathrobe, get on your hands and knees, and crawl to me.”
Evan’s palms were sweaty as they hurriedly unfastened the robe ties. Their knees quaked as they pulled open the fabric, letting the robe slip off their shoulders. Standing mostly nude before Daddy Frankie, Evan was at once grateful they’d increased the temperature in the room earlier.
“So tempting.” Frankie’s brown gaze darkened, watching intently as Evan sank slowly to their knees.
It was an odd experience for them, baring themself to a lover while crawling across the floor.
But crawl they did, eyes trained on their femme in a decidedly non-demure way, but witnessing the outward pleasure on her face was worth the risk of being reprimanded later.
“You take orders so well,” she crooned when Evan reached her side.
There was a flogging whip in one hand, different from the one last night, and Evan held their breath as she trailed the thin, leather ribbons slowly up their torso.
It tickled their bare skin, setting fire to the blood coursing beneath.
How am I so turned on already?
“Now to begin your funishment.” Frankie leaned forward in the chair, dipped her head down so that her plump lips grazed Evan’s ear, and whispered, “I want you on my cross, my good boi.”
Evan’s heart skipped a beat, and they leaned into her, trying to chase the contact, but she was already standing up and stepping aside. “Since you’re already on your knees for me, I’d like you to crawl your way to the St. Andrew’s Cross. And as you do, I’ll warm up my whip on your delectable ass.”
Evan’s bravery wavered for a millisecond, and Frankie noticed. “Trouble? Just say the magic word if you don’t want to continue.”
“N-no, Daddy. Please, I want this.” Hell, did they ever.
Evan wanted to explore so much with Frankie, including any shared desires she’d lain awake at night thinking about when Evan wasn’t warming her bed.
More than anything, they wanted to chase the majestic cloud-like feeling that came over them the night before.
“Crawl then, little thief. Head down. Let me see what that ass can do.”
Evan’s face flushed, the intense awareness of being on display as they crawled had heat pooling low in their belly and between their thighs. Receiving their Domme’s attention was powerful. And arousing .
“Very good,” Frankie purred, and Evan gasped as the whip came down across their ass.
Oh, fuck. Pain and pleasure rippled through them, and Evan had to stop in their tracks to squeeze their legs together.
Frankie didn’t wait for them to recover, and when the whip connected with their flesh again, something between a moan and a cry left their lips.
“Remember, you don’t come until I say you do,” Frankie said, voice so husky it sent shivers racing down Evan’s spine. The leather ribbons of the whip brushed their cheek gently. “You can stand now.”
Evan lifted their gaze to hers, waiting for her nod of confirmation before slowly rising.
Their ass stung, and their knees burned a little from crawling on the wooden floor, but the discomfort fled the instant Frankie drew them into a hard kiss.
Her tongue stroked the seam of Evan’s lips, demanding entry.
When they parted, she kissed Evan with abandon.
By the way she fucked their mouth, there was no doubt in Evan’s mind who was in charge.
They were lightheaded when Frankie pulled away, her fingertips dancing along the column of their throat. Both were breathing hard.
“That was a reward for taking my directions so well,” she murmured, her hooded gaze still focused on Evan’s lips, like she wanted to claim them all over again.
Evan bowed their head slightly. “I’m grateful. Thank you, Daddy.”
“But your funishment isn’t over, yet.” She clasped her fingers around Evan’s wrists, their eyes locking as Frankie gently backed them up against the waiting St. Andrew’s Cross. “Tell me your safe word.”
“M-mustard.”
Frankie’s lips twitched. “Very good. Remember it if things become too much. I’ll stop at once.”
“I understand.” Eager anticipation flitted through Evan as Frankie secured their wrists and ankles to the frame.
Their heart was in their throat with her standing so close, her loose curls grazing Evan’s bare collarbone as she checked the shackles.
Then she was retreating, and the loss was enough to make Evan whimper.
They expected her to whip them some more or spank them, but instead Frankie reached for the buttons on her blazer.
Their gazes caught and held, and completely entranced, Evan watched their femme slowly undress.
The blazer disappeared first, and then she unbuttoned her dress slacks and freed her blouse.
Evan was certain she was done, and their eyes widened as Frankie began undoing the buttons on that as well.
Inch by tantalizing inch, the swell of her full breasts came into view, cupped in a black lace bra.
She stood close enough that Evan could see the outline of her nipple piercings. Their mouth watered for a taste.
“Fuck.”
“You may watch, you may enjoy the view, but you won’t touch, and you won’t orgasm until I say so. Is that clear?”
Evan bobbed their head yes, but the only words to leave their mouth were a hushed, “Fuck me.”
Frankie’s blouse was off now, and they stared with rapt attention as she slid the slacks slowly off her curvy hips and down her long, lush thighs to pool around her bare feet. Then she did the same with her black thong, until the bra was the only thing remaining.
“Was that a ‘yes, Daddy’?” she asked, sashaying her way over. Evan beheld her like they were taking in the sunrise for the first time; shocked that such beauty could exist, and humbled they were there to witness the moment.
“Yes, Daddy,” Evan croaked out, their pulse kicking up when she stopped so close her bra tickled their cheek.
She smirked, reaching behind to unfasten it.
The bra fell away slowly, too slowly for Evan’s liking.
And then her bare breasts were so close Evan could stick their tongue out and taste them, twirl their tongue around the barbells through each nipple.
Being in this proximity was a delicious torture, exciting and frustrating Evan at the same time.
Another moan slipped out when Frankie’s palm found the aching pleasure point between their legs, and it only increased as she dipped her fingers into their wetness.
Out of nowhere, the image of Frankie protecting them earlier popped into Evan’s head, using those same exact fingers now stroking them to knock a man unconscious …
Their breath quickened, muscles growing more rigid with each stroke. Evan’s eyes fell to Frankie’s breasts, to the little bounce they gave as she worked them into a frenzy.
“I-I-I’m …”
“No, you’re not,” Frankie warned. Her fingers retreated at once, and Evan gasped as she smacked their inner thigh. “Who owns your orgasm, little thief?”
“Umm …” Evan’s eyelashes fluttered. “You do, Daddy.”
“Mm-hmm, that’s right.” Frankie smirked.
When she turned away, a petulant whine left Evan, or at least until they realized the rear view of her was almost as good as the front.
Even without their glasses on, they could see how her luscious backside jiggled as she went over to Evan’s bed.
Her skin was so deliciously creamy, the muscles underneath flexing as she moved.
There was a small tattoo on one hip that Evan hadn’t seen before.
“What’re you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson on patience,” Frankie purred, picking up a short chain from the selection spread out on Evan’s bed. She turned their way, the scorching heat in her eyes shooting straight to Evan’s core. Fuck, what’ll happen if I come too soon?
“Sometimes, I like a little pain as well.” Opening the clip on one end of the chain, she guided it carefully over one nipple before doing the same on the other breast. Well, hell.
Instead of putting the nipple clamps on her sub like she’d probably done so many times in the past, Frankie put them on herself. God, why is that so hot?
Next, she picked up a wand-shaped vibrator and closed the distance between them in three long strides. “Look at you, at my mercy and cuffed to my cross like a good boi.” A slight tremble began in Evan’s legs, and they thrust their hips out as she neared.
“Please, Daddy.” They didn’t know if they were pleading for their femme to fuck them or herself. Either, both, the only thing that mattered was how insane with need Evan felt. They were about to come apart from the anticipation alone, fuck anything else.