21. Louise #2
My hamstrings tremble as I struggle to stay upright on the ball of my right foot—my body swinging unsteadily like an improperly hung hammock between my leather cuffs and Frank’s unyielding mouth in a tipsy dance of rising pleasure.
“What’s the matter—can’t stay still, Sweetheart?” Frank takes only a moment to taunt me before closing his lips around my hard clit and sucking; a rolling heat spreading up through my trembling abdominal muscles.
I nearly topple my delicate balance—an orgasm rolling through me, my knee buckling back and popping forward uncontrollably, making a low, a-rhythmic thumping noise against the door as I spasm in Frank’s grip.
When I surface from the intensity of sensation and look down at Frank, his beard still shining with my slick—his steely blues are alight with a dangerous mischief—his left hand slipping up my right leg, toward the hinge of my right knee.
“Remember that time you told me I would never make you cum?” he laughs cruelly—lifting my right leg off the ground—my control over my body nearly slipping entirely through my fingers as Frank guides my knee over his sculpted trapezius muscles.
he entirety of my weight is now braced on his shoulders, my wrists still belted high over my head, keeping me helplessly dangling from the door, his hands cupping my ass—bringing my slick cunt back to his eager mouth.
I wish I could remain stoic—that I could deny him this delicious humiliation—but my body is a traitor.
Instead, I cry out when he pushes his tongue inside me—carefully balancing so that he can work a finger or two inside me when his long tongue withdraws to lavish more attention on my clit, just barely back from the brink of over stimulation.
“Should have put money on that after all,” he sneers, his lips ghosting against the sensitive bead of flesh as he strokes me slow and deep inside.
Frank is no amateur—he knows what he’s doing.
I wail and moan as he moves his fingers with increasing speed in time with the rapid circling and flicking of his tongue and I start to feel that deep quaking feeling—an almost frantic elision around his index and middle fingers that almost always precedes a squirt.
Midway down his back, my legs cross at the ankles for stability, unconsciously digging into his lats as I force his face further into my slick heat.
High keening noises escaping me through ragged breaths as Frank pulls me back down into the pit of frenzy—my pussy exploding like a glistening fountain as he continues to lap fervently at my overstimulated clitoris .
“Please, Frank!” I gasp—my muscles begging to be stretched to their limit by his knot. Though he did fuck me the night before—he reserved his knot for Quentin, leaving me to lock Q for my own satisfaction along with Seb’s gamma knot.
Somewhere in the back of my mind—through the haze of pheromones and dopamine I can’t help but think this has been intentional. Upon further inspection of my feelings on the matter? I don’t really care why—in this moment—all I care about is taking his knot, taking it now.
“Please what?” he grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at me.
“I need your knot,” I whimper desperately.
“I told you, you’d beg, Sweetheart—so you’d better beg,” he challenges, his eyes locked on mine as he returns to the work of sucking and tonguing my clit; adding his ring finger to the index and middle fingers curled inside of me.
“Please Frank,” my voice is high, thready—barely recognizable to myself as his relentless attention threatens to make me shake apart in another mighty climax.
“You only get what you want if you ask,” he taunts me—his fingers strumming that inside place that sends me gushing across Frank’s chest as he draws his fingers from inside me and sucks my glittering honey from them.
“I need you, I need your knot—I need you deep and hard,” I wail uncontrollably, adding with agonized clarity, “I’m begging for you to fill me up, Daddy .”
Though the cheeky moniker had been a dig—a reference to that very night in the interrogation room, it seems to be the final straw that breaks in the face of Frank’s otherwise unyielding resolve.
He practically tosses my legs off of his shoulders and all but jumps to his feet—leaving me to swing loose until my toes gain purchase on the ground once more.
Frank kicks out of the sweatpants and wipes his mouth and beard on the balled up mass of gray cotton before pitching it away—his imposing length, swollen scarlet knot huge and pulsing at its base standing straight up as he closes in on me again—his hands already moving to help my legs up and around his hips to help reduce the tension of my suspension.
There’s only half a breath of him using his fingers to side his rock hard cockhead up my slick pussy lips—gathering my dewy honey before he plunges inside me up to the knot.
“Yes, there—” I hiccup as he just grazes my cervix, his hands crawling around my lower back to grip the pale curve of my ass, his forehead pressed against mine as he pistons his hips up and into me with increasing verve.
“That’s a good girl,” Frank growls, reaching between our bodies to stroke my tremulous clit with his thumb as he slams into me—his knot straining at my slick petals, striving for entrance as he steadily bottoms out each deep stroke inside me.
“But I am going to need one more of those forced O’s before I let you cum on this knot,” He instructs dutifully, his deep purling hip thrusts in time with the speedy circular rubbing of my clit sending me careening into another spraying ejaculation—my eyes rolling back into my head as Frank pulls out and drops to his knees—lapping eagerly at my honeyed fountain as I scream my pleasure; my body swinging wildly as I hang from my leather cuffs—Frank’s hands doing their best to keep a grip on the backs of my thighs as my legs seize uncontrollably.
I’m worried I’m on the precipice of blacking out from the exhaustion and the frantic need for a knot when suddenly Frank is back on his feet, his cock pushing inside me with that smooth, tight-gripped-glide—like our bodies just know how best to fit together.
“Eyes on me,” he huffs, his breath ragged—his face still sparkling with little droplets of my own glistening cum.
I do my best to focus on him through the fog of lust, my own words lost to me for now—only needy mewling and moaning within my current mastery.
“Now I’m going to really need you to cum for me, Agent Penny,” he growls out, hands moving from the backs of my knees toward the rounds of my calves as he sheaths himself inside me up to the knot ever so slowly—my suspended weight shifting as he steadies us against the door.
My head bobs in a chain of uneven nods to show I understand, and then his hands grip my ankles and cautiously I lift my own ankles up toward my wrists—testing the limits of my flexibility.
He seems pleased when he’s pinned me open in this straddle position—my cries increasing with volume and verve as his knot nudges more insistently at the gate of my tightness.
The room seems almost to spin as my lower back thumps against the wooden door as Frank maintains his unforgiving pace—I can feel my eyes rolling back, forcing closed—but Frank’s bark brings me back to the moment,
“Eyes up, Sweetheart—I want to see the second you completely lose control.”
I force myself to look at him—lifting my chin, his face only a breath away from mine.
“Attagirl,” he growls—the wooden door shaking loudly on its hinges as he fucks me mercilessly.
The strain of the girth of his knot against me eases for a fraction of a second—and my body just knows he’s about to finally drive his way inside.
“Francis!” I gasp in anticipation—angling my mouth upward to catch his in a passionate kiss—our tongues twining together as he propels himself with a final thrust, his knot drawn inside me with a sudden powerful wet sucking noise as we moan into each other’s mouths, my legs convulsing in his hands as Frank pours his hot seed inside me for the first time.