34. Chapter 34
Frankie
There was nothing like forcing an orgasm from a sub. Or several. It was a close second to her absolute favorite during a scene—edging her sub until they were sobbing, they were so desperate to come.
And tonight, her little thief would accomplish both. She’d wound them up until they begged for release, and now, she’d get to witness them come apart over and over until they were a spent mess in her arms.
“You’re doing so well,” Frankie crooned, her thumb rubbing slow circles around Evan’s bundle of nerves. She was on her feet again and pressed against them, her tongue tracing a lazy path over the rapid pulse along their throat. “But I think you can take another. What do you say?”
Evan gave her a jerky nod, their mismatched eyes dropping down to the toy nestled between them. “With that?”
“Yes.” Frankie stroked the length of the dildo attached to her harness. It wasn’t too long or too thick, so she had no worries about hurting Evan. “If you don’t want it, all you have to do is use your safe word.”
“W-will you feel it too?”
“Mm-hmm. I’ll feel it enough.”
“Good.” A ghost of a smile appeared. Evan craned their face forward, pursing their lips.
Frankie kissed them, gently this time, continuing to massage their clit with her thumb.
With her fingers, she teased their front hole, building their arousal still.
Even after six orgasms, Evan was wet and needy for her.
She broke the kiss slowly, lining the dildo up to Evan’s entrance and carefully pushing inside.
Evan sucked in a breath. “Mmm, fuck.”
“Yes.” Groaning, Frankie pumped her hips, enjoying how the base of the toy knocked against her clit with each thrust. She gripped Evan’s ass, fucking them slowly.
It was such a turn on, watching the dildo slide almost all the way out of her little thief before she thrust it back in.
Panting, she leaned forward and nipped Evan’s shoulder.
“Look, baby. Just look at how fucking good you take my cock.”
“So good.” Evan’s head lolled to the side, exposing their neck. Frankie scratched the skin along their throat, relishing the flush in their cheeks.
“Like you were made for me.”
“I-I love you,” Evan rasped, biting their lip as another moan slipped out. Perspiration trickled down their hairline. By the glazed expression as they stared at her in wonder, Frankie guessed they were deep into subspace, blissed out beyond reason, and vulnerable.
“I love you too.”
Fuck, she was going to come. Quickening her thrusts, her fingers found Evan’s nub, working the pleasure point into a frenzy once more and panting out, “Come with me, baby. Now.” When Evan climaxed, she quickly joined them, her pussy clenching as they rode the orgasm out together.
Frankie’s clit was still twitching when she reluctantly pulled out of Evan.
“That was amazing,” Evan whispered, accepting her kiss. They were nearing the pass-out stage, and Frankie wanted them in bed when that happened.
Frankie cupped their cheek, whispering back, “It was. You were amazing. My perfect sub.”
She got to work removing the harness and uncuffing Evan from the cross.
For the first time ever, she wondered what it would be like to be with Evan without the need to restrain them.
To have them touch her, to wring pleasure from her body the way she did them.
To have them hold her afterwards, fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Yeah, and suffer a panic attack or worse every time. Fuck off with that.
“Baby, I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trusting me,” Frankie said, unhooking the last wrist cuff.
Evan fell into her arms. She scooped them up easily and carried them to the bed, glad she’d thought to remove the protective cloth and unused toys earlier.
Pressing a kiss to their lips, she slipped them under the covers.
“Can I get you anything?” But Evan was sound asleep.
Frankie retrieved a wet washcloth and container of salve from the bathroom before heading back to Evan.
She pulled the covers off again and gently used the cloth to freshen them up.
Then she applied the salve over the marks she’d left on their backside and inner thigh.
It had already started bruising in areas.
Evan would no doubt be sore for a couple days, but the salve would be a significant help to the healing process.
When Frankie finished, she was about to climb in beside Evan when she froze, glancing down at herself.
She muttered a curse. Still naked . Frankie had never been naked after a scene before.
She sighed. Well, at least she was alone to sit in her self-doubt.
Evan didn’t deserve anything less than the best from her and showing even a modicum of vulnerability when they were in subspace would just amp up all the emotions.
Evan’s earlier declaration of love came back to her, and she reached out to trace her finger along the sword tattoo next to their ear, smiling softly.
There was a chance Evan had been too out of it to remember the confession when they woke, and that was okay.
Frankie, on the other hand? She would remember those three words forever.
Evan was still sleeping when Frankie left the apartment hours later.
She’d considered waking them with her face buried between their thighs, but surprise morning sex without verbal consent beforehand wasn’t something they’d talked about yet.
And besides, a sub drop could last a day or two, which meant Evan’s emotions might already be at an all-time high.
I’ll make a point to check on them later.
Evan had the day off, the lucky duck. Unlike Frankie, who had more than her share of work waiting.
Starting with getting the latest batches of brew going and ending with mounds of paperwork after closing.
Once she was in the basement, Frankie switched on the fluorescent lights and watched the brewery slowly come to life.
As shadows lifted off the large steel tanks, a small smile appeared.
Frankie didn’t have many hobbies. Her self- defense classes stemmed out of necessity and responsibility.
She couldn’t draw like Evan and didn’t enjoy the outdoors like Sloane and McCoy.
But the process of making beer? Now that she could do.
In fact, it was one of the few things that truly shut her brain off.
No more flickering images of the past, or of worries she had at present.
Just gentle repetition and the comforting smell of yeast and malted barley.
It was closing in on 9 a.m. when Ted and Jon clocked in.
After a few minutes of catching up, Frankie turned the job over to them and headed upstairs to the pub.
Donnie was already prepping food in the kitchen when she walked by, so she called out a greeting.
It was then she remembered that the new hire was supposed to start today, and she sighed.
Time would need to be set aside for that as well. Because she had so much of it to spare.
Sloane and McCoy were chatting at the bar when Frankie slid behind the counter to make a coffee. She whistled when she spotted Sloane’s black eye. “Morning. Quite a shiner you’ve got. Didn’t Lian offer to take your shift?”
“No offense to Lian, but there’s a reason I don’t let her bartend. I’m fine.” Sloane scowled before disappearing into the stock room.
“Moody brat.”
“‘Fine’ my ass.”
Frankie and McCoy spoke at the same time, glanced at one another, and snorted. “Seriously, I tried to get her to stay home. I slept at the apartment last night just in case. Crazy what happened, right? I’m pissed I wasn’t here last night.”
“I know you are.” If she knew anything about McCoy, it was how vigilant she was in caring for her sister. She had one of the biggest hearts around.
McCoy let out a little huff and closed her eyes briefly. When she reopened them, her meadow green gaze glistened. “Thank you, Frankie. I’m glad you were there.”
“Of course.” Frankie took in McCoy’s work overalls and topknot hairstyle tied back with the sides freshly shaven.
There had been a time when she’d run her fingers over McCoy’s undercut and not think twice about it.
She cleared her throat, picked up her mug of coffee, and took a sip before saying, “You’re never around this early. It’s good to see you.”
“Right back at you, beautiful.” McCoy was visibly upset, but she winked at Frankie.
It was so like her to put on a facade at will.
Still, Frankie never thought a day would come when McCoy would put one up around her.
And then McCoy smiled, making both dimples pop.
Frankie tensed, waiting for the low swoop of her tummy that always happened when those dimples came out, but it never did. Huh.
Thank you, Evan!
“She’s here because she’s overprotective and likes to annoy me,” Sloane said with an eye roll, sidestepping Frankie as she carried a case of cider to the fridge.
“You did get attacked at random,” Frankie pointed out, thinking back on the man later carried away in handcuffs. She’d never seen him before last night, and when asked by both her and the police, Sloane had sworn the same thing.
“And with your car stolen, you needed—”
“Wait, your car was stolen?” Frankie cut in, jaw dropping in disbelief. Why was she only just hearing this? “When? Did you tell that to the police?”
Sloane shot her twin a glare before sighing. “Not yet. I’d parked a few blocks over, and it was gone by the time I finished work.”
“You need to inform the police. It could be related.”
“I’m sure it’s a coincidence.”
“Still.”
Sloane heaved another sigh. She finished loading up the cider and stood to face them.
For the first time, Frankie noticed the strain in Sloane’s posture and a hollowness in her cheeks that hadn’t been there before.
She softened toward the other woman, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Sloane’s arm. “Please, look after yourself.”
“I am. God, now I know why you two didn’t work. You both like to smother people,” Sloane snapped and stalked off to the storage room again.
“Why is she so fucking stubborn?” McCoy bit out.
“She’s scared. Give her time.” On the one hand, Frankie wished she couldn’t relate to Sloane’s fear.
On the other hand, she wished she had magic words to soothe it all away.
An assault changed a person, no matter the circumstance.
It had taken her and Emily months before they’d confided in Auntie B.
Frankie’s phone vibrated in her pants pocket. She pulled it out, an unabashed smile taking over as she saw a message waiting from Evan.
Evan: I’m just waking up. Wish you didn’t have to work.
Evan: Thank you for last night.
“Wow, I didn’t think your face could do that,” McCoy mused, slipping off the barstool. She picked up her keys, twirling the carabiner around on her finger.
“Do what?” Frankie said distractedly. She quickly typed out a reply.
Frankie: I know, baby. How are you feeling? You can come keep me company if you’re lonely.
“Look so happy. In love. Evan really does it for you, huh?”
“Yeah, they really do.” Frankie bit her lip, trying to bring the smile and her happiness down a notch. By McCoy’s ensuing snort, she hadn’t succeeded.
“Do you let them touch you? I’m sorry, I’m out of line.”
She was out of line, but that didn’t mean Frankie wouldn’t answer. McCoy had been hers for too long not to reply honestly. “No. I don’t.”
McCoy grimaced. “That’s too—”
“But I want to.” Frankie nodded sharply, like she was trying to convince herself of her words.
Evan touching her was a complicated situation.
She did and didn’t want them touching her.
She’d never believed she could love someone so intensely before, or that another person could complete her so perfectly.
She wanted Evan to experience the same level of trust that they’d given her each time with their submission.
“You … want to?”
“Yes. I’m taking the steps toward it happening.”
“That’s great, Frankie. Truly. Evan’s lucky.”
Frankie gave McCoy a small smile. “So is Sawyer.”
“No way, I’m the lucky one. I swear, every day I’m learning something new about her. Last week she pulled out a str—” McCoy slapped a hand over her mouth and flushed a deep red.
Frankie arched an eyebrow, mischievously playing along. “You were saying?”