Page 11 of Tempting Frankie
A brat through and through and there’s nothing I love more than taming a brat.
I'd slap my cock against her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum.“Open that smart mouth of yours, pretty girl. I've got a better use for it.”
In my fantasy, she parts her plump lips, taking me deep into her hot, wet mouth. I pump my shaft roughly, imagining the tight suction of her.
My balls tighten as I get close. I picture Francesca's breasts bouncing as I fuck her face; the rope digging into her soft skin.
My hips buck as I fuck my hand, picturing Francesca's throat bulging as I use her. Drool drips down her chin as she gags and chokes on my length. Tears spring to her eyes, but she takes it.
“That's it,” I pant. “Take it all like a good girl.”
I'm getting close now, dick throbbing in my grip. I imagine pulling out of her mouth, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my shaft. I'd paint that pretty face with my cum this time, marking her as mine.
A guttural groan escapes me as I come hard. Hot spurts of cum coat my hand as I milk every last drop from my pulsing length as I picture ropes streaking across Francesca's flushed cheeks and parted lips.
I slump back in my chair, chest heaving. But even as I come down from my release, I know it's not enough. I need the real thing. And soon, I'll have her.
Tied up in my web, my ropes, just where she belongs.
Completely and explicitly mine.
I walk into the hotel suite, my anticipation building with each step. Tonight's the night I claim what's mine. Francesca doesn't know it yet, but her days of struggle are over.
I loosen my tie and pour myself a drink, settling into an armchair to wait. Any minute now, my stubborn little brat will walk through that door, expecting some pencil-dick banker. The thought of her face when she sees me instead makes my dick throb.
Right on cue, I hear the door open. Her husky voice calls out, “Hello? Mr. Johnson?”
I stay silent, letting the tension build. Her heels click on the hardwood as she enters the main room, a vision in a skin-tight red dress and heels that seem never-ending. When she spots me, she freezes.
“What the fuck?” she hisses, eyes flashing with fury. God, she's gorgeous when she's angry. “What are you doing here?”
I take a slow sip of my drink, savoring her outrage. “Waiting for you, sweetheart. Did you really think I'd let some other man have your time after I already decided it’s mine?”
She bristles, chest heaving enticingly in her dress. “You can't do this. This is my job, you asshole!”
“Not anymore,” I growl, rising to my feet. My cock strains against my zipper as I stalk toward her. “You're mine now, Francesca. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
She backs away, but I've got her cornered. I can smell her perfume, see the rapid pulse in her throat. “You're out of your mind,” she spits. “I'm leaving.”
I slam my hand against the wall, caging her in. “No, you're not. You signed a contract, remember? I own your time now.”
Her eyes widen as realization dawns. “You...you're the one who bought my exclusivity?”
I grin, baring my teeth. Paying Vivian extra to keep this little secret was worth every penny. “That's right, baby. For the next three months, your cunt, your mouth, your tight little ass—it all belongs to me.”
She shoves at my chest, but I don't budge. “You're disgusting,” she snarls. “I won't do it. Find someone else to be your plaything.”
I laugh, low and dangerous. “Oh, Francesca. You don't have a choice.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “And we both know how wet your pussy gets for me, and I’ll make you any kind of fucking sandwich you want afterward.”
She shivers, and I know I've got her. My hand slides up her thigh, pushing under her dress. Just as I thought—no panties.
“Such a naughty girl,” I murmur, fingers probing and teasing her slick folds. “Already dripping for me.”
She whimpers, hips rocking against my hand despite her protests. “F-fuck you,” she gasps.
I chuckle, rubbing slow circles around her clit.
“That's the idea. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, let alone any other man's.”
