36. Chapter 36
Frankie
Something wasn’t right. Frankie had gone over that month’s bookkeeping twice now, and the numbers just weren’t adding up.
She pushed back from her desk with a heavy sigh, reaching up to massage her temples.
The wall clock read close to midnight, not exactly a good time to do math calculations, and besides, numbers weren’t her strong suit on the best of days.
She had planned to come in early that morning to do it, but was pleasantly distracted by her sub.
As it turned out, if Evan sat on their hands while nestled between her thighs on the sectional, she could access them easily and they could behave by not touching her.
It was a position Frankie wanted to repeat, as it was perfect for movie dates or any time she didn’t want to restrain Evan properly.
Mm-hmm, I wonder if they’d like it if I wore a strap-on.
A reverse cowgirl position could be hot.
“Sloane should have gone over this by now,” she rubbed her eyes and watched as the numbers on her laptop screen blurred before her.
Frankie could have sworn Sloane had gone over it.
As busy as her brain often was with her ADHD, she was never late with month-end responsibilities.
Speaking of, it was time to mail out the envelope for Auntie B.
Frankie smiled as she considered her aunt.
Since their overdue chat the day Frankie had run out on Evan, a morning didn’t go by that they weren’t checking in with each other.
It felt good to be back in the older woman’s good graces.
Although Maddox may not have needed the monthly stipend as much anymore, Frankie was certain Auntie B could use it for Eamon.
She pulled her phone out, shooting off a text to Sloane to come to the office before heading home.
If it were just a dollar here and there, Frankie would chalk it up to her math skills, but it wasn’t.
The ledgers showed a discrepancy of over a thousand.
And that was just the drink order! The miscellaneous expenses seemed inaccurate as well.
A knock on the door had Frankie pulling her gaze from the screen again. “Come in,” she called, expecting to see Sloane’s dark hair pop in with its dyed pink tips. She broke into a smile when she saw who was on the other side. “Evan. Finished already?”
“Yep, slow night. Everyone’s taking off.” Evan closed the office door.
“Sloane?”
“Left already. Andy’s locking up for her tonight.”
“Oh?” That was news to Frankie. They were supposed to run any shift changes by her beforehand. There had been ample opportunity when Frankie returned from her class. Her throat felt tight. She didn’t like being the last to know things. “Lock the door.”
“Hmm, ‘kay, Daddy.” Evan’s knowing grin was anything but submissive.
Salaciously hopeful, if Frankie had to describe it, and the knowledge lessened the worry in her chest. If her little thief wanted to play after hours in her office, who was she to deny them?
Asserting her dominance might be the ideal way to take the edge off prior to tearing a strip off her bar manager.
Before she forgot, she quickly texted Sloane again.
Frankie: I have something to go over in the morning so don’t be late.
“You look good tonight, baby. Have I mentioned how appealing I find you in those jeans?”
“Not verbally, but you squeezed my ass walking by me in the kitchen earlier. Dakota saw.”
Shit . Frankie had forgotten she’d done that. Impulsive move, something she’d harped on to McCoy about in the past. She’d have to be more careful. Dating her employee was already breaking so many rules.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing worth repeating, Daddy.”
Frankie considered pressing the issue, but it was late and she didn’t want to waste time she could spend pleasuring her sub.
“And before you ask, I liked it. A lot. I’ve been wet most of the day thinking about how your fingers felt inside me this morning.”
“Fuck, really? I love knowing that. You didn’t slip to the washroom and get yourself off?”
Evan shook their head. “No way.”
Interesting . Frankie got to her feet. “And why is that?”
“I … um, felt like I needed permission. You said before that you own my orgasms, so it seemed wrong.”
Frankie laughed softly, coming around the desk to kiss Evan.
“You are too precious, my good boi. What I meant was during a scene, I own your orgasms. Or if we’re playing and orgasm withdrawal is the focus, then I may make you wait for days.
It would be agreed upon beforehand, and then I’d spend that time teasing you and enjoying the fact that you can’t come until I say so.
But since we hadn’t talked about it, you’re free to fuck yourself when the need arises.
On your break, of course, or at home. Not during a dinner rush or something. ”
Evan frowned slightly, and she kissed them again. Longer this time, teasing her tongue along the seam of their mouth. She sighed as they opened for her, and she wrapped her arms around their waist and kissed them deeply.
“What’s wrong?” she asked after, a little breathlessly.
“I wanna make you happy. How would getting myself off achieve that?”
“The power I have over you,” Frankie explained as she teased the button on Evan’s jeans. “Knowing I’m the reason you had to steal away and fuck yourself, or knowing that you’re soaked right now, achieves that. Trust me.”
“I am soaked.” Evan rocked their pelvis, causing the seam of their jeans to push against Frankie’s hand. A small groan left them.
“I love knowing that. You’ve been so patient, waiting for Daddy to fill you up.
Would you like that? I could fuck you right here, in my office.
Against my desk with a strap-on.” God, just mentioning it had Frankie turned on.
The bag of toys left over from her meeting with Sawyer came to mind.
She grinned coyly. Her baby knew just how to take her mind off the bullshit of running a business.
“Please, Daddy. I’d fucking love that.”
“So polite, too,” Frankie purred. She leaned against the desk and watched them for a moment.
When Evan tried to subtly squeeze their legs together, no doubt to release some of the building pressure, she said, “Head over to my filing cabinet. You’ll find a bag with a harness and two dildos. Choose one and bring them to me.”
As Evan scurried across the small space to do as instructed, Frankie set her laptop out of the way. When they returned holding the larger dildo of the two, with its ribbed girth, Frankie hummed. “Good choice, little thief. I can already imagine how it’ll feel to slide inside you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Her sub looked up at her with hopeful, mismatched eyes behind their slightly crooked glasses.
It took everything in Frankie not to pull Evan against her and ravish their mouth some more.
She took the toys and quickly attached the O-ring on the harness to the dildo before handing them back.
“I want you to put it on me. Remove my slacks but leave the heels and g-string. Can you do that?” Satisfaction curled low in her belly as Evan licked their lips and nodded. “Excellent. And you know I reward good bois.”
Desire pooled between Frankie’s thighs as she watched Evan reach for the belt buckle. There was a slight tremble to the fingers pulling the belt free, but she didn’t comment on it. Evan’s eagerness to please her was a powerful tool in their dynamic.
“I rather like you on your knees before me,” Frankie husked as Evan carefully lowered the garment to the floor. Her fingers tensed against the desk at how close their face was to her underwear, but she took a deep, controlled breath.
I’m safe with Evan, just like they’re safe with me.
“Look at me. Who do you belong to?”
Evan glanced up at her from the floor, their eyes softening. They know , she realized. Somehow, they knew what she needed and why. “I belong to you, Daddy. I’m yours to use however you wish.”
“That’s right,” Frankie said, lifting her legs one at a time as Evan helped her into the harness.
The urge to speed things along took over, and she bent to yank the material up over her thighs.
“You did a great job, but now it’s my turn.
” She planted a rough kiss on Evan before swapping their positions and pushing them face-first over her desk.
Spanking their ass through their jeans, she said, “Safe word? Tell me it.”
“Mustard,” Evan groaned out.
“Good, remember to use it if you want to stop.” The dildo wedged between them as Frankie reached around to unfasten Evan’s jeans.
She shoved them down their legs, gripped their hip with one hand, and used the other to line the dildo up to Evan’s front hole.
With one thrust, she pushed inside, groaning at how Evan’s sex tightened around the toy.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So slick and needy for me.”
“I’ve wanted you all day,” Evan panted, their elbows acting as support as they rested on top of her desk.
“You were so thoughtful to wait for Daddy,” Frankie said between thrusts.
She spanked Evan’s thigh, enjoying another sting to her palm.
“I enjoy rewarding good behavior.” Then Frankie skimmed her fingers under Evan’s long sleeve, scoring her nails up and down their back with one hand, from their binder to their bare ass, as the other held Evan in place against the desk.
“Ugh … fuck. You know exactly where to …” Evan gasped out a shaky moan and pushed their ass up more.
Frankie quickened her thrusts, pushing in deeper, groaning her own pleasure as the base of the dildo hit against her clit.
She moved her hand to Evan’s front, slid it between their thighs, and used her thumb and forefinger to tease the swollen bud waiting desperately for her touch.
“I want you to come for me when you’re ready, little thief. No holding back tonight.”