Page 62 of Detained

Right now, it’s not my brain that’s in control. The clock ticks. I don’t belong to him, or anyone.

Resting my hand on the handle, my ears ring. It’s all becoming too intense.

I'm on the verge of opening it when a scream bursts out of me, my hips forcefully pulled backward and I’m swiftly turned around to confront a furious Frankie. My backpresses up against the wall.

“Wrong choice, angel.”

My whole body comes to life as he lifts my hips and my legs wrap around his waist. His cock rubs against my center,

“One simple fucking instruction, Zara.”

“I—”

He puts his index finger on my lip to stop me from speaking.

“That’s fine with me. I’ll just have to prove to you who that pussy belongs to for the rest of the night.”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the knot that has formed in my throat.

“Nothing to say now?” He raises a brow.

I’m torn between wanting to slap him and let him fuck me.

His beard tickles along the side of my neck and I tip my head to the side to give him better access as he starts to place rough kisses there.

“See, so responsive when you want to be,” he mutters against my sensitive skin.

His arms tighten around my middle and I hold on to his neck. His lips slam over mine and it takes my breath away. I can’t stop myself from deepening the kiss, moaning in his mouth as he carries us towards the stairs.

I bounce as he tosses me down on the bed.

“Clothes off.” His tone is gruff.

Without breaking eye contact, he loosens his tie and unbuttons the top of his shirt.

He takes a step towards the bed, and I immediately get to work on my own clothes. I shrug off my hoodie and shimmy out of my leggings, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

He licks his lips, and that sparks something inside me to come to life.

There is no escaping him and right now, whatever he has to offer me, I want. In the middle of the bed, I lower myself onto my knees, my tongue darting out to moisten my lips, my eyes fixate on his cock straining against his pants.

With every second he doesn’t touch me, the fire inside me builds further.

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FRANKIE

Song- Who Do You Want, Ex Habit

Who Do You Want by Ex Habit (exhabitmusic.com)

I resist the urge to touch her. That isn’t what she needs right now.

She wants discipline. She needs it as much as I do. For us, this is how we get what we need from each other.

With every step away towards her, she takes a breath, watching me like a hawk. Even now, she defiantly lifts her chin up to me.

My cock throbs painfully at the sight of her on her knees for me.

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