33. Chapter 33 #2
“I love it when you beg,” Frankie crooned, placing her hand on their bare chest above the binder.
She pushed them back against the cross, holding them there—as if there was any chance they could escape.
Then she raked her nails over Evan’s skin, down the binder to their abdomen.
When she reached the sopping heat, she smacked the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” Evan hissed, pleasure and pain flooding their sex.
“So wet for me. So needy.” The low buzz of the vibrator started in Frankie’s other hand, and Evan, half out of it with desire, sobbed when she turned the toy onto herself.
Frankie moaned softly, her chestnut brown eyes almost black.
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.
Evan rattled the chains attached to their wrist cuffs, wanting to cry from the injustice of it all.
They wanted to bite and tease that plump lip, wanted the wand pressing against their swollen nub.
They craved it, needed it like lungs needed air to breathe.
“I need you.”
“Yeah? How bad, little thief?” One corner of Frankie’s mouth curved up, and before Evan could answer, she removed the wand and placed it against their sex.
“Oh!” Evan cried, their pelvis bucking in shock. The wand’s low pulse had even their toes curling. Heat and arousal spread through them like wildfire. Their breaths became ragged, and just when they were about to climax, Frankie pulled back the toy.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice hoarse as well now.
She spread her legs slightly, met Evan’s feverish gaze, and turned the wand on herself again.
The sound of the toy increased, like Frankie had dialed up the intensity.
Arching her back, she thrust her pelvis toward Evan at the same time she tugged on the chain attached to the nipple clamps.
“Oh fuck, yes. So good.” Frankie stepped closer, breathing heavily as well, and began stroking her body against Evan’s. The nipple clamps tickled their oversensitive skin, but it was the wand’s throbbing vibration sandwiched between them that pulled a long, guttural moan from Evan.
“I’m going to get myself off grinding against you while my tongue fucks yours. But you still can’t come until I say so,” Frankie said huskily, gaze roaming their face. “What do you say to that?”
Evan licked their lips, faintly aware of not only the response she expected, but one that they wanted to give. “I’m grateful, Daddy. Thank you.”
“Mmm, very good.” Her fingers slid to the back of Evan’s head, her nails gently digging into their scalp as she pulled their face closer.
When their mouths connected, Frankie’s throaty moan damn near sent Evan over the edge.
She held them still, kissing them exactly as she promised, angling their heads so that her lips could seduce theirs.
It wasn’t a gentle seduction either, not this time.
Frankie’s mouth was hot and hungry against theirs, her tongue slipping in to stroke Evan’s as she ground her pelvis and the wand against them.
Evan felt her body stiffen, and without breaking their kiss, Frankie’s hand disappeared from their scalp.
Seconds later, it was sliding between their torsos to quickly remove the nipple clamps.
And then she was groaning into their kiss, massaging the wand faster over her clit as she rode out her orgasm.
“Such a good sub,” Frankie gushed, her swollen lips trembling against Evan’s.
“Y-you …” Evan closed their eyes, fuzziness coming over them.
They breathed deeply before trying again.
“You’re gorgeous like this. Thank you.” The why wasn’t clear to Evan, but it felt like Daddy had just given them the greatest gift.
The answer was within reach, but Evan couldn’t focus on anything other than the desperate ache between their legs.
They were dripping with arousal. Their limbs shook with need and fatigue, muscles taut from clenching every time they neared an orgasm.
Frankie pressed a kiss to Evan’s sweaty forehead. “You’re welcome.”
Another whine left Evan when Frankie pulled away, the wand disappearing as well. A sob broke free. “Come back, p-please.”
“I could, but doesn’t my good boi want their reward?” Frankie’s soft laughter floated over to Evan from near the bed. They weren’t sure since their eyes were still closed. It felt like just inhaling wrong could cause them to combust.
Evan flinched when Frankie’s soft hands landed on their thighs. Their eyes shot open to find her down on her knees between the opening of the cross, her face a hair’s breadth away from Evan’s sex. She glanced up and smiled. “Come for me, baby.”
The first climax came the instant Frankie’s tongue touched Evan’s unbearably engorged nub.
Their head fell back as they screamed their release, waves and waves of ecstasy washing over them.
They were still coming down off the first when Frankie pulled a second orgasm from them.
She gripped Evan’s ass in her hands, nails biting into skin, and used her tongue to stroke them like she was licking her favorite chocolate chunk ice cream.
Deep licks where she flattened her tongue through the folds, and then occasionally a nip of her teeth against the still-swollen nub.
She stopped long enough to say, “Again.”
Evan gasped, breath hitched halfway up their throat and stomach tightening. “I-I can’t.”
Frankie gave them a knowing look, three of her fingers sinking into them only for Evan to clench around them. She smirked, her hand beginning to thrust. Evan moaned at just how good she felt. “You can, little thief, and you will.”
She was right, of course.