Chapter 8 #2
“But angel,” I said slowly, “bad girls don’t get to come. Not until they learn from their mistakes. Not until they make it up to me.”
She might have almost come apart with the last sharp slap I delivered to her heated skin.
That was what the moan, the squirm, the way she clutched at my leg beneath her told me.
And then I couldn’t take it anymore.
If I couldn’t make her come yet, which I wouldn’t on principle, it was about time my aching dick got some relief, at least. It was time for her lessons.
“Can you stand?” I asked her once she’d caught her breath. She seemed resigned somehow.
I could feel it in the way she’d gone more limp across my lap.
Like she accepted that she wouldn’t come until I felt she’d earned it, and there was no need to keep fighting.
Surrender.
Exactly what I wanted.
“Yes,” she said, and I let the lack of title slide as she brought herself to her feet in front of me. Her face was red, her eyes lit with a fire that told me she was still burning up with lust, even though I could see the streaks of tears on her cheeks.
And god, her body was a fucking siren song, all flushed and ready. I wanted so badly to touch her, but instead I stuck to my plan.
“You took the spanking well, angel, but there’s more to be done for you to make amends. Get on your knees.”
A slight quirk to her brows told me she knew what I was planning—and that she looked forward to it, too.
As she followed the orders and crouched before me, I leaned back a little, propping my hands underneath me on the mattress to keep them from wandering toward her.
I nodded down toward my aching erection, the clear bulge at the front of my pants.
“This will be your first official lesson in pleasing me with your mouth. Pay attention, do your best, and if you impress me…your sweet little pussy will get exactly what it wants.”
It was almost cute how she scrambled to undo my belt. The urgency, her need for her own orgasm and, I suspected, her excitement to learn exactly how to drive me wild with her mouth.
When she succeeded in tugging down my zipper and freeing my cock, it practically sprung from the fabric, hard and pulsing and gleaming at the tip with precum.
The way I wanted this woman couldn’t be healthy.
And god help me, she licked her lips at the sight of it.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” I asked her, and met her gaze as she replied.
“Yes, Daddy. You’re so…pretty.”
Christ. Fuck. You’re the pretty one, my stupid lust-dazed thoughts said, and I didn’t let the words escape. I’d had years of training to prevent such a thing.
“Then take me in your mouth nice and slow, and let me show you how best to suck me off.”
It was more erotic than I even realized, watching her do as I asked.
Sure, she’d tried last night, but we were alone now, and there was something different about seeing her orgasm-starved and on her knees, sliding her clumsy lips over my cock’s head with something to prove.
My girth stretched her full lips thinner, and it filled me with a feeling like power, even as the pleasure of her warm, hot mouth made me feel weak. I guided her with cool, dispassionate commands.
Harder. Slow down. Breathe, angel. Let me in.
I was just at the edge, a few more guided sucks further down her throat away from bursting, when the glorious moment was interrupted.
I opened my eyes before the words were spoken, breaking the moment irreparably.
“What a pretty sight at the end of a long day,” Jonathan’s ironic, low voice said from the threshold to my bedroom.
Just behind him, in the dark of the hallway, I saw Devin’s wry smirk, the glint of his canine teeth.
I didn’t tell Frankie to stop.
Though she hesitated for a second, she seemed to understand that she wasn’t to stop blowing me until she was told.
She’d already improved a lot, even just from the confidence she’d gained, and it took a fair bit of internal fortitude to keep myself from groaning, letting my head fall back and my hand tangle in her hair and my hips buck up into the heaven of her mouth.
A quick learner. Made for this.
I kept my cool, met my mafia don’s heir’s dark eyes.
“Frankie did something bad,” I explained, my tone even. “She’s been learning her lesson.”
“Damn, I can see how she took her punishment,” Devin spoke as the two men stepped into my room.
I hadn’t invited them, but I knew Frankie wasn’t mine alone to enjoy, and we’d crossed a new line toward further loyalty by sharing her last night.
Devin’s eyes, evidently, found Frankie’s ass, which by now must have been on its way to bruising.
“Good girl, Frankie. You look fucking delicious, all marked up like that.”
The hum of appreciation that ran through Frankie gave a pleasant, fist-clenching vibration to my cock, too.
By now, she had me almost to the hilt, and she’d even picked up on her own that a gentle massage to my balls would make me want to come down her pretty throat.
It took a lot of self-control, a lot of stupid pride, for me to finally pull her off me, taking a fistful of her hair and yanking her back until my cock popped free from her lips, noise and all.
Something strange and uncontrollable in me had me smoothing her hair back from her face.
I cupped her cheek more gently than I was used to. These hands were better at violence.
“She’s ready for more lessons,” I half-panted to my colleagues, breaking Frankie’s gaze. “Which of you wants to take her mouth next?”
“I’d rather take her pussy,” Jonathan said bluntly, and I shook my head. He raised his eyebrow at me.
“Mouth first. Then, if she pleases us all the way she should, she gets our cocks.”
“Jesus, Alex, have you even let the girl come yet?” Devin asked, coming up behind Frankie to stroke her hair back from her face. When I shook my head, he swore. “Poor thing. What did she do that was so bad?”
“Tell them,” I ordered. This time, I met Frankie’s honey-warm gaze, and the fire in it…it could have knocked a lesser man over. But I wasn’t a lesser man, and I stared her down harder.
“Alex caught me in his room,” she started carefully. Then, knowing how this worked, she elaborated. “In his bed. And...I was touching myself.”
I could tell both of the other men felt as devastated by that thought as I’d been by the reality of it.
“Oh, naughty girl,” Devin practically purred. “You just wanted more of last night, didn’t you? Your poor pussy’s been neglected all this time, and now she knows what she’s made for?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered automatically.
My turn, for now, was over. It was Devin’s time to teach her exactly how to please him with her mouth.
He was rougher when he pulled her back by her hair, but the kiss he gave her in return looked soft and deep enough to melt her susceptible little heart.
She was starry-eyed when he pulled back then unzipped his jeans and freed a half-hard erection she’d have to coax to full fighting form herself.
She started to reach for it, and Devin laughed.
“Damn. She’s eager for somebody to come. If it can’t be her…”
The greedy little thing took his cock into her mouth the second he nodded in her direction, indicating it was time for her to get to work.
He laughed as he smoothed back her hair, tried to temper her overeager pace with the steadiness of his hand.
He locked eyes with me and with Jonathan in turn, and his gaze said, “She’s ours.”
Or maybe that’s what I wanted to see in it. I never imagined myself as the type of man to share a woman with his friends, or to claim any woman as mine, even just partially, in collaboration with others.
But the longer I watched Devin guide Frankie, teaching her his own tricks for pleasing him with her sweet, recently corrupted mouth, the more tenderness I felt for the girl.
Something warm and foreign that did nothing to temper my need to be inside her.
To watch her finally come and come and come again.
“Goddamn, angel, that’s so nice,” Devin groaned, letting his eyes close as Frankie picked up her pace. Watching the bob of her head, the growing confidence in her movements, was its own kind of pleasure. “I’m close. You might—you might need to stop.”
Frankie didn’t, though. Instead, she let out a whine, like she wanted nothing more than to keep going.
Devin let out another laugh, strained by his control’s wavering. “You want me to come in your pretty mouth, baby?”
“She does,” Jonathan said, letting his own wry, dark laugh break through the moment. “Little minx is getting a lot more comfortable. She’s a natural at all of this.”
“A crime she was a virgin this long,” I said without meaning to, and I avoided the look I felt Jonathan try to shoot me by watching Frankie’s dark hair swaying as she kept working Devin closer to his peak.
When he let out a gruff, strangled sound at the back of his throat, I knew she’d accomplished her goal.
His big hand, veins popping, gripped the back of her hair, shoving her closer down onto his cock as his hips twitched with the excruciating joy of it.
“Fuck,” he said. “Take it, angel. Suck down every drop, and you’ll have earned your first orgasm of the night.”
And she did. Like an absolute pro, completely unafraid, she swallowed down every drop of Devin’s cum, then he was buttoning himself back into his pants, grinning with immense satisfaction.
Without a second’s hesitation, our angel turned toward Jonathan, knowing already that she’d be pleasing him next.
“Ready for more, are you?” Jonathan asked with a cocked brow, and Frankie was panting, her full breasts rising and falling in an enticing wave.
Of course, like the brave, perfect seductress she wasn’t aware she was becoming, she nodded, licking those swollen lips again.
But Devin was right that she’d earned the right to come, and I wanted to eat her pussy more than I wanted my next breath.
So before she could get back into position, I was standing from the bed and scooping her up into my arms, pulling her back with me onto the mattress.