Chapter 37 Sweet Surrender #2
If it wasn’t before, it’s now become clear he chose this toy specifically to mess with—
“Oh, fuck!”
He cranks up the vibration with the click of his remote, drizzling more wax, this time on my thighs.
The combined sensations send me into a frenzy, my head spinning as the toy mercilessly rocks my clit.
I can feel tingles shooting all the way down to my toes but I’m still not quite there yet; I’m not sure how much more I need before my body finally gives me what I want.
Frankie strokes my hair, crouching down beside me.
“You’re doing so well, Firecracker. You’re such a filthy, desperate slut, aren’t you?”
“Always, sir.”
“And it’s all for me.”
I want to be good, because I want whatever is coming next.
His eyes gleam with wickedness as he cups my cheek, gliding his thumb across my lips.
“Come for me.”
I give in completely, rocking my hips back and forth as I try to work the vibrator into the perfect position. I’m so close, my body screaming toward the finish line, closer and closer until—
“Oh, fuck, Frankie!”
And then, just as I reach my peak, the buzzing stops. My eyes snap open as the toy is cruelly yanked out of me, only to see a devilish flash in his eye.
“You thought it would be that easy?”
“Fuck!”
I thrash against the mattress, feeling the wax crack on my skin while my entire body is awash with a frustrated buzzing energy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Frankie only chuckles, freeing his cock and beginning to stroke it right in front of my face. I’m still teetering on the edge, shivering and covered in sweat. If my hands weren’t tied, I’d probably yank him down on top of me and do the work myself.
But as angry as I am right now, the sight of the little silver barbell sticking out of the tip of his cock still makes my mouth water. Of course, he notices immediately, clicking his tongue.
“You want something?” He glides his thumb across the piercing. “You’re going to have to earn it.”
Fuck, this is so humiliating.
I open my mouth and he moves a little closer, letting me lap at the tiny bead of precum that leaks out.
“Such a greedy little whore. God, I wonder how wet that pussy is now.”
I swirl my tongue around the head one more time before flashing him a coy little smile.
“Why don’t you fuck me and find out, daddy?”
The word seems to ignite something in him, because next thing I know he’s leaning down and grabbing a fistful of hair before jamming his cock into my mouth.
“Not yet,” he grunts. “First, I want you to work a little.”
I sputter, saliva dripping down my chin as he starts to pump his hips while keeping firm hold of my hair. It’s rough, it’s brutal, it’s degrading, and I’ve never been more turned on in my fucking life.
“Eyes on me,” he groans.
I obey, meeting a dangerous and imposing gaze. He’s pure power, using me like a toy as he slides further down my throat.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking perfect.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “My beautiful little wife.”
I swear, it feels like his voice is caressing me, like I’m flying despite my restraints.
But then Frankie pulls out, taking a step back just to watch me gasp and struggle to get air back into my lungs. Before I can fully recover, he’s climbing on top of me, one hand wrapping around my neck.
“I thought I could wait, but I can’t,” he grunts. “I need you right fucking now.”
And I feel everything.
His pulsing cock.
His warm skin.
His hand squeezed even more tightly around my throat, cutting off the perfect amount of blood flow.
I open my mouth to speak, but my voice gets stolen away as Frankie captures my lips in a rough kiss. He starts to pound into me, vicious and unrelenting.
“I want the neighbors to hear the way I fuck my wife. So scream for me, Firecracker… and don’t you dare hold back.”
I’m surging with warmth as he fucks me harder, but all I see are eyes that remind me of an endless blue sky filled with possibilities.
“Frankie, I’m coming!”
Was that what an out of body experience feels like?
Well if it was, I’m right back down to earth now, my body rocked by massive swells and surges, wave after wave of pleasure crashing straight into me. I’ve never been fucked like this before, not even by him.
My eyes roll back and I dig my nails into my palms.
I don’t care if there’s mascara streaming down my face.
I don’t care that the last time I shaved my legs was two days ago.
And I know he doesn’t either.
Frankie releases my throat, tearing the mask off of his face and tossing it aside. Redness has bloomed on his cheeks, and some of his usually bouncy curls are pressed to his head with sweat.
“I’m going to come inside you.”
“Yes!” I whine. “Fuck, daddy, fill me up!”
I let him devour me, the headboard slamming against the wall like a drumbeat, hypnotic, and all-consuming.
More.
More.
More.
Frankie comes hard, his whole body going rigid as he slams into me one final time; dull teeth dig into my shoulder, almost threatening to break the skin before he finally relaxes.
I feel weak, like I’m melting into the mattress, every muscle like jelly as the adrenaline starts to leave my body.
I want to cling to him, the way the rocks cling to the shore even when a tide threatens to drag them away, but the ropes hold me back.
Keeping me from something I probably shouldn’t do.
This whole no feelings thing isn’t working out the way that I’d hoped it would.
I thought that if I’d declared it in some way, that if I kept saying it over and over, we could draw a clear boundary.
But I should have known better.
When he finally pulls away, all I see is euphoria painted on his face.
And here, now, for just a fraction of a second, I can admit to myself what I never could way back then.
I have fucking feelings for this boy.