42. Epilogue #3
“I’m waiting for the next step, Daddy. You’re in charge here. I’ll sit until you decide how you want to use me.”
Fuck me, was what Frankie was dying to say to them. For the first time ever, she wanted to be fucked by someone else’s fingers. “Take my bra off and kiss me.”
The edges of Evan’s mouth curled up, and they purred out a seductive, “Yes, Daddy.” Then her bra was off, tossed aside with the rest of her clothes, and Evan’s lips covered hers.
Frankie breathed into the kiss, aware of Evan’s hands on either side of her on the bed, close but not touching.
The usual addicting scent of their after-shower skin smelled off tonight, more robust somehow. Aggressive, even.
Frankie broke the kiss just before she gagged, guiding Evan’s face to her naked breasts instead. “I want your lips,” she panted out, “here. Tease and suckle my nipples like I know you’ve been dying to.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
A soft, involuntary gasp left Frankie when Evan’s nose made contact first. She held her breath as they nuzzled each breast before burying their face between them.
Hot air and short blonde bristles tickled the over-sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to pop up all over her arms. Speaking of arms, both Frankie’s and Evan’s kept firmly on the mattress.
Shouldn’t we be touching or something?
When Evan looked up at her, the thought quickly fled again. “Can I lift them up to kiss them?”
Lightheaded, Frankie nodded mutely. She tilted her face up to the ceiling, breathing in and out through her nose while locking in on the faint crack lines in the plaster.
Her breasts were pushed together higher on her chest, cupped by Evan’s careful hands, and then Frankie was gasping as the slick sensation of their tongue coated one nipple.
Evan stilled. “Want me to stop?”
“No,” Frankie heaved. “It … it feels good.” And it did.
Evan’s tongue making slow patterns in and out of her hoop piercing and around her nipple felt fucking amazing.
Even their hands, squeezing and kneading her breasts, felt nice.
She found herself studying them again, her pleasure emerging with each lick and flick.
When Evan sucked her nipple into their mouth, Frankie actually moaned aloud.
Desire raced along her nerve endings, shooting arousal straight to her core.
Her pussy pulsed and twitched for Evan’s attention.
“Baby. Ugh.” Frankie’s breath hitched as Evan began kissing other parts of her. The sides of her breasts, and then upwards, to her sternum and directly over the knife scar.
“I love everything about you,” Evan proclaimed between kisses.
Their mouth found her shoulder, and as their lips and tongue teased her, their hands left her breasts as well.
Frankie’s breathing increased as those hands moved up to her shoulders.
Evan kissed her again, and Frankie was temporarily distracted by their teasing tongue against hers that she didn’t immediately notice they’d pushed her backwards on the bed.
Mismatched eyes bore into her brown ones.
She saw Evan’s lips move. “What’s your color, Daddy? ”
“Green,” she ground out, blinking at the bright spots clouding her vision.
“Are you sure?”
No, no, she wasn’t. The only thing she was sure of at that moment was how suffocating Evan’s presence was on top of her.
Pain stabbed in her chest. The air seized in her lungs, and perspiration dotted her forehead.
Panic , she realized. She was beginning to panic.
“R-red,” she amended with a croak, but she had to yank the truth from her lips. Tears pricked her eyes.
Evan climbed off her immediately, and a sob left Frankie. She squeezed her eyes shut; her breaths ragged even to her own ears. “I’m sorry, I’m okay. Just … just give me a minute. Your weight on me was a surprise.”
The mattress shifted as Evan got off the bed. Their absence made the tears break free, and Frankie threw her arm over her eyes. She was better than this … this sobbing mess. No fear, not anymore. Hadn’t that been her mantra since Emily was alive?
No fear is a joke. Face it, you’re a broken mess. Broken …
The mattress dipped under Frankie again, and Evan’s warm hand landed on her stiff shoulder. “You aren’t broken. And if you were, I happen to love all the broken parts.”
Frankie sniffled. “I figured you’d left.”
“Never. Now, will you look at me? I wanna try something.”
“I wouldn’t blame you. You deserve a better Domme.” When her bloodshot gaze fell on Evan sitting next to her, Frankie’s lips parted in shock.
“I’m not interested in another Domme. I’m proud to call you Daddy Frankie.” Evan gave her a shy smile, holding their hand out for her to take. It was a moment before she could peel her attention away from the completely naked body. Everything, even the binder, was gone.
“W-what’re you doing?”
“Will you just lie with me? No sex, no touching parts, no pressure. Just Frankie and Evan, Daddy and her little thief, falling asleep naked beside each other. No expectations, just love.”
“I’ve …” Frankie swallowed and tried again. “I’ve never—”
“I know. Do you want to?”
Frankie gave a slow nod, her heart cracking open a little more.
The intimacy she’d begun to crave was being handed to her on a silver platter.
The question was, did she have the courage to take it?
“Yes,” she whispered. A wobbly smile appeared, and together they crawled up on the bed and pulled back the sheets.
She let Evan lie down first, getting comfortable, before taking her usual place beside them.
Her satin sheets felt strange against her bare skin.
“It’s been a long time since I slept naked,” she blurted, and cringed at how unlike her it sounded. She rolled onto her side to face Evan.
“And you don’t have to tonight. It was just an idea.
” They smiled, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“You’re in charge, don’t forget. I’ll do anything you want.
I just don’t want you to force it, force being with me because you think it’s what I want.
You told me from the beginning that you were a stone top, and I was okay with that.
Who cares what your aunt says? Unless it’s you who’s changed your mind, then why—”
“I did,” Frankie interrupted, tracing her fingers along the contours of Evan’s cheekbone. She shrugged, smiling a little. “I changed my mind. You changed me. Sometimes I crave your touch so much that I think I’ll go mad without it. It’s never happened with any other partner, but I want this, Evan.”
“Well, okay then.” Evan laughed softly, their shoulders sagging in what must have been relief. “Then we keep trying. And you keep going to therapy.”
Frankie was silent for a long time, her fingers languidly trailing up and down Evan’s arm. Goosebumps broke out in their wake. She scooted closer, her breath catching as their bodies pressed flushed together. Chest to breast, their tummies touching. “Is this okay?”
She watched Evan swallow. “Yes.”
Frankie studied them, looking for any sign of doubt. “What’s your color?”
A soft sigh left them. “All the way green, Daddy.”
“Good.” Grasping their hand gently in hers, Frankie placed it carefully on her hip. Her skin melted under the warmth of their touch. “I’m green too. And I want you to touch me.”
Under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Evan’s gaze sparkled.
They closed the small gap between them, lips meeting Frankie’s in a sweet kiss.
Being with Evan like this, it was easier to set aside her earlier fear.
Simpler to focus on the increasing pressure of her mouth on theirs, parting for the sensuous glide of Evan’s tongue along hers.
She breathed them in, shoulders relaxing when the typical woodsy scent of their body wash engulfed her and not the illusion from earlier.
Intertwining Evan’s fingers, her free hand slid theirs above them on the pillow so it was out of the way.
And then she was touching them too, skimming her hand up and down Evan’s thigh and over their tight ass.
She palmed the skin there, giving it a gentle squeeze and relishing Evan’s muffled moan.
They followed Frankie’s silent direction, their smaller hand inching bravely to her backside.
They gripped one of her cheeks, and Frankie broke the kiss, a soft gasp escaping.
Her back arched instinctually, her breasts pushing into Evan, and her nipple piercings jutting against their chest.
“Little thief,” she said, breathless. Frankie kissed them again before placing her hand on the back of Evan’s head and guiding them lower, toward her breasts.
Her body felt like it was alight with flames, heat scorching everywhere Evan touched her.
Her breasts were heavy with need, and the arousal trickling down her thighs was something Frankie thought impossible without being accompanied by pain.
“I love you.” She bit her lip, watching with hooded eyes as Evan tongued her nipples. Pleasure shot through her, making them tighten further with the attention. She’d known her breasts were sensitive, but nothing like— “Mmm, fuck baby. That’s it, suck them, bite them.”
It was safer positioned on their sides like this.
The only thing Evan was in control of was her pleasure, and even then, it was because Frankie allowed it.
She still had one hand locked in hers above the pillow, so she could succumb to the sensation without losing track of where her sub was putting what.
When their hand stopped squeezing her ass and began kneading her breast instead, Frankie moaned her appreciation.
Desire pooled low in her belly. Her clit throbbed for Evan’s tongue, and when one of her feet slid up the bed to prop her legs open, she grabbed Evan’s wrist.
Their lust-filled gaze met hers. “Color?”
Frankie took a deep breath, let it out, and slowly guided their hand toward her pussy. “Green, my good boi.”
Evan touched her with reverence, as if they were afraid she’d break, their careful fingers grazing her trimmed mound first, like they were gathering courage to go further.
Frankie dipped her face to theirs, finding their lips and kissing them long and sweet.
She nipped their bottom lip, her hand pressing their fingers closer to her soaked center. “Touch me, please.”
Evan’s eyes fluttered shut, their forehead resting against Frankie’s chin. “I-I’m afraid to hurt you.”
“You won’t; just … just don’t try to change our positions.”
Their eyes blinked open, acceptance settled in their gaze.
As their lips met once more, Evan deepened the kiss, their fingers swiping upwards through Frankie’s slick folds.
It was a startling, intrusive sensation at first, but then Evan’s fingers found her clit.
Frankie moaned, illicit pleasure skirting along her nerve endings.
“More,” she demanded, guiding Evan’s face back to her breasts.
As they swirled their tongue around the hoop piercings and suckled her nipples, Evan’s fingers drew lazy circles over Frankie’s clit.
Her need swelled with each stroke and wet glide of her thief’s tongue, but so did her apprehension.
The longer it took to build her climax, the more out of her head she became.
It was too quiet in the room, her thoughts too loud.
“Tell me again who you belong to,” she panted, grinding her pelvis against Evan’s fingers.
Evan’s swollen lips popped off her nipple. “You, Daddy. I belong to you, always.”
“That’s right, my good boi. Now fuck me with those talented fingers.”
Frankie sucked in a sharp breath when Evan finally penetrated her.
She stilled, half expecting her panic to resurface, but the delicious feel of their fingers pumping into her slick pussy was it.
God, Evan inside her was euphoric. Frankie grabbed their chin, scattering kisses along their jaw before dropping her forehead against Evan’s shoulder.
A ragged sigh left her. The precipice was close, she could feel it. “Faster. Fuck me harder .”
Evan adding another finger pulled a guttural whine from Frankie’s lips. Their thrusts quickened, pumping hard in and out of her pussy with their thumb scraping her clit each time.
“Yes, that’s it. I’m coming, baby … oooh … oooh, fuuuck.” Frankie threw her head back, crying out as an orgasm overcame her. Waves and waves of mindless pleasure rippled through her core, stealing her breath. She moaned, quaking with aftershocks as Evan wrung out every last bit of orgasm.
“That was fucking beautiful,” Evan said, scattering kisses along Frankie’s damp throat and chin, their fingers still locked inside her. “Thank you, Frankie.”
She nodded, her breath still deep and unsteady.
Frankie swallowed, her movements jerky as she pulled Evan into a lingering kiss.
Her lips left theirs to wander, stopping just at the pulse point along their throat.
It was comforting to know Evan’s pulse was as erratic as hers was right then.
She nuzzled them, whispering, “I’m yours too, you know that, right?
I belong to you, just like you belong to me. ”
She felt Evan gulp, felt their fingers ease out of her. “I-I know, but hearing it out loud makes it so much more special.”
“I love you, Evan.”
Evan’s palm cupped Frankie’s cheeks, guiding her face up to theirs.
Happy tears clung to their long eyelashes.
The sheer amount of love in that captivating, mismatched gaze was almost overwhelming to Frankie.
They pressed a salty, wet kiss to her lips.
“I love you, more than I ever thought possible. Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
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