CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“You’re incredible,” Frankie purrs.
I’d be grinning like a fool if she were talking to me.
Unfortunately, that’s not how the evening is playing out.
This smitten woman is whispering sweet nothings to her new arsenal.
It’s been much of the same for going on two hours.
At first, it was fun to watch her drool over them. But now? I’m beginning to get jealous.
We’re spending the rest of the night in the penthouse suite. That expense gifted me another shell-shocked expression. At least until Frankie remembered the treasures in her grasp.
All four knife sets are spread out on the table in front of her. I would’ve bought more, but she snapped herself from the stupor before I could spend a hundred grand. It’s not a secret that I love blowing money on her. Frankie needs to get better about accepting it.
The chair creaks as I straighten, roaming my gaze over the best view in the resort. “Do you have a favorite yet?”
A sharp noise scolds me. “That’s not a fair question.”
“Pick one.”
With a peek over her shoulder, green eyes find mine staring straight at her. “Why?”
“We’re gonna christen it.”
The beginning of a smile curves her lips. “And how might we do that?”
“Choose one and find out.”
Frankie’s hand hovers over the entire collection. “I don’t even want to touch them.”
Meanwhile, my fingers get busy popping open the pearl snaps on my flannel shirt.
The fabric hangs open as I stand and walk to where she sits.
I swoop the red curtain of hair aside to drop a trail of kisses along her neck.
The sweet scent of temptation fills my lungs when I inhale.
She tilts her head to give me better access, which I reward with a gentle bite. A long, slow lick eases the sting.
Frankie sighs and sags in the seat. I grin against her skin, pleased that my touch does the trick.
Her knives are temporarily forgotten. That allows me to grab whichever one I want.
After attaching the leather protective guard, I lift a double-edged fixed dagger from the holder.
Its thick, bulbous handle is probably meant to ensure a steady grip while repeatedly stabbing into someone.
My plans have a more pleasurable outcome.
“Careful, stud.” Frankie breathes. “It’s sharp.”
“Take off your clothes or I’ll do it for you,” I command.
“Want to try that again?” She motions to the twenty-nine blades within her reach.
I flip the knife in my hand, catching it by the covered tip. “Only need one to get the job done.”
She rises from the chair with a lethal grace I should take as a warning.
Her gaze carves a path along the exposed muscles of my abdomen.
I flex under her appraisal, arching my hips forward to reveal how hard she gets me.
A recognizable hunger snarls from her hooded stare, jacking mine into a frenzy.
“You’re lucky you’re hot,” she says while unzipping her black corset.
Arousal surges through me when her perky tits bounce into view. “Or you’d chop my balls off?”
“Something like that.” Her pointy nails dip beneath the waistband of her skin-tight pants, dragging the stretchy material down her toned legs.
My gulp is audible as she stands buck naked. “No panties?”
Frankie’s laugh is husky. “They disintegrated after all your surprises today. Saved me the trouble of removing them. Thanks for that.”
I beckon to her with the dagger. “C’mere, menace.”
She lifts a foot onto the chair, putting her bare pussy on display. “No.”
That sass sets me in motion. I put the sheathed knife between my teeth while bending low. In the next breath, she’s hoisted over my shoulder as I turn for the bed. She bucks in my grasp and screeches like a rabid raccoon. My palm smacks her ass, which drops a match on her fiery attitude.
“Savage,” she hisses. Her body wriggles against me with the force of a hurricane. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“Nah,” I chuckle. “You’d miss me too much.”
“Give me that knife and find out.”
“I’d rather fuck some obedience into you.”
When I drop her onto the mattress, she immediately flings upright. Tattoos and unbridled fury blanket her vibrating form. Her glare demands retribution. She’s the spitting image of an unruly mare I need to tame.
I smirk around the knife still in my bite while shrugging out of my shirt. Quick, jerky motions undo my belt and shuck my jeans, leaving me in a tented pair of boxers. My thumb hooks the elastic band as I free the blade from the sleeve. It slices into the top of the fabric like melted butter.
A breathy moan spills from Frankie’s parted lips. “Careful with that dick, big boy. It’s too nice to maim.”
“Maybe you should rip the rest.”
She eyes the dagger in my hand, but her ass scoots forward.
Her fingers tug at the cut I started, splitting the cotton straight down until it falls to the floor.
A soft moan flutters from her as my hard cock bobs in the open.
I caress the flat of the steel along her jaw.
Our roles are reversed for a change. One wrong move and it’s a disaster.
Before Frankie can reach for me, I kneel on the carpet and yank her to the edge of the bed.
She yelps while collapsing onto her back, squirming in a weak attempt at escape.
With minimal effort, her knees are draped over my shoulders and her pussy is a breath away from my tongue.
I inhale her addictive scent, my mouth watering for a taste.
But first, I sheathe the blade and drift the protected tip along her arousal.
Moisture soaks the leather guard instantly.
I swipe through her slick center again. “Does this turn you on, menace?”
Her hips shift restlessly. “Mhmm.”
“Ever been fucked by a knife?”
“No,” she wheezes.
“About to be,” I warn.
And then I turn the dagger in my grip, sinking the bulbous end into her snug cunt. There’s resistance, and I start with shallow thrusts. Frankie whimpers as her pussy struggles to accept the handle. That won’t do.
“C’mon, menace. You can take it.”
She thrashes against invisible bonds. “Too much.”
“Relax,” I coax.
Frankie does, or tries to. I lean in and lap at her clit.
A gush of her tangy flavor bathes my tongue when I seal my lips around her sensitive nerves.
My first pull is long and deep. The craving kicks in, demanding more.
Gulps flood my throat with her taste. I’m struck by another shot of desperation.
My tongue works her faster as I push the handle in and out.
She takes the whole length easily now. Soft cries praise me.
Those noises grow louder as I increase the pace again.
Lust wraps a fist around my dick, stroking harder with each drop of her that drenches me.
Precum drips from my tip. I stave off the desire to chase relief.
Just as trembles begin to quake Frankie’s limbs, she shoves away from me.
A grip that’s stronger than I’d give her credit for pulls me off the floor.
In a swift maneuver, I’m flat on my back and she’s straddling my lap.
She hovers over me on her knees, canting her hips forward.
It gives me a clear view of where the knife is still sunk to the hilt.
While staring at me, she draws the handle out of her pussy and rests it above my dick. She’s not empty for long.
“Your turn to be fucked, stud.”
A yearning like I’ve never felt chokes me as she gets into position.
Frankie feeds herself my cock, lowering slowly until we’re locked together at the core.
The dagger is wedged between us as she begins to rock.
Pleasure is quick to clutch me in an unforgiving hold.
My teeth clack and crunch into dust. Dammit, I’m not going to last.
Especially not with this woman on top of me. She rides my dick while grinding against the knife like a rodeo star. It’s a damn fine sight to behold. I’ll cherish the sheer bliss contorting her features until my last breath.
“Almost,” she murmurs. “Close. So, so close.”
I grab the leather sheath and take control of the knife. In response, Frankie’s pace turns frantic. She bounces on my cock while I strum her clit. A clamp from her inner muscles shoves me to the edge. I can’t go over without her.
My free hand lifts to cup her breast. She cries out, thrusting her chest into my grasp.
A steady throb begins to pulse through me.
I pinch her peaked nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
That’s what does it. Her climax hits with a full-body jolt.
Tingles fondle what remains of my stamina.
Relief swoops in, drowning me in a rush of warmth. It’s nearly blinding.
“Just like that,” Frankie mumbles while floating through her orgasm.
I watch through bleary eyes, victim to my own release. Heat spreads between us until I’m numb to it. All I sense is her squeezing my dick through the haze. My palms manage to find her hips and anchor me to the moment.
We arrive on the other side in a burst of labored breaths.
Frankie lies on top of me, pressing her rapid heartbeat to mine.
I trace the delicate column of her spine with two fingers and bask in the glow.
Her hips lift slightly and she peels the blade from my skin.
Its handle is soaked, glistening in the low lighting.
“Good call on the knife play,” she rasps. “That was… fun.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” I chuckle, jostling our joined position. “Figured you were gonna carve your initials into my flesh.”
Frankie props herself up on a wobbly elbow. “This is our first date, stud. Give a girl time to fully commit.”
“We’re not in a hurry.” I roll her under me and gently pull out. “But you’re not going anywhere. Get used to being mine.”
She blinks at me as I sit on the edge of the mattress. “Where are you going?”
“This”—my palm rests between her thighs—“is our mess. I’m going to clean you up. Don’t move.”
“Ummm…” Her legs cross, trapping my hand. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Don’t freak out, but I want to take care of you.” My lips meets hers in a chaste kiss. “Please let me, menace.”
Frankie’s smile is almost shy. “If you insist.”