Page 38 of Tempting Frankie
I can smell the whiskey on his breath as he sneers at me. “What's the matter, Dad? Afraid people will find outyou're robbing the cradle? You were literally fingerfucking my girlfriend right here at the table. Real fucking classy, Dad.”
My grip tightens, and I have to resist the urge to slam him against the nearest wall. “Ex-girlfriend and grow the fuck up, Cameron. You're acting like a jealous teenager. Francesca is a grown woman who can make her own choices. And right now, she's choosing me.”
I release him with a shove, straightening my jacket. “Listen to me very carefully, son. You're a Steele. Start fucking acting like one. If you want to discuss this like adults, you know where to find me. But if you ever speak to Francesca like that again, I'll cut you off so fast your head will spin. Are we clear?”
Cameron's jaw clenches, but he nods stiffly. I turn to leave, but his voice stops me.
“She was mine first. Does she make you feel young again, Dad? Is that what this is about?”
I pause, considering my words carefully. “No, son. She makes me feel alive. Maybe if you weren't so busy being a selfish prick, you'd understand what that's like. She’s not an option. She’s not a maybe. She’s the only fucking thing I want, and I'm done pretending otherwise.”
Without another word, I stride out of the restaurant, leaving him to stew in his own bitterness. My mind is laser-focused on getting to Francesca and checking on her. Taking care of her because I know seeing my son, especially like that, has put her into a tailspin.
I slide into the back of the car, finding her curled up in the corner, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “Take us home,” I tell the driver before turning my attention to Francesca.
“Come here, little one,” I murmur, pulling her into my arms. She buries her face in my chest, and I stroke her hair, feeling the tension slowly leave her body.
“I'm sorry,” she whispers. “I shouldn't have lost my temper like that.”
I tilt her chin up, meeting her eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. Cameron was out of line, and you handled yourself beautifully.”
The drive home is tense, but as soon as we cross the gates, I can feel more air filling my lungs.
I guide Francesca into our bedroom. She's trembling, still shaken from the confrontation. I need to ground her, to remind her who she belongs to.
“Strip,” I command, my voice low and firm. Francesca's eyes meet mine, still glassy with unshed tears before she nods, slowly peeling off her dress.
I watch hungrily as she reveals her body, my cock hardening at the sight. Her full breasts spill free from her bra, nipples already pebbled.
“On your knees,” I growl, loosening my tie. She sinks to the plush carpet, looking up at me with those big eyes. Fuck, she's gorgeous like this. Submissive and waiting for my next command. Her chests heave with each shaky breath.
I circle her slowly, drinking in the sight of her curves. “You were such a good girl tonight,” I murmur, running my fingers through her hair. “So strong, standing up to him. But now it's time to let go. Let me take care of you. You don’t need to fight so hard anymore, baby. I’m the fight. I’m the war.”
I cup her face in my hands, thumb tracing her full lips. “Open,” I growl, and she obeys, taking my thumb into her hot mouth.
A shudder runs through her body. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers around the digit, and my cock twitches in response.
I praise her, my other hand moving to grip her hair. “You're going to forget all about that bullshit at dinner. The only thing that matters right now is pleasing me. Understood?”
She nods, eyes wide and desperate. I unzip my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. “Show me how sorry you are for leaving my lap without permission earlier,” I demand, guiding her head forward.
Francesca's tongue darts out, licking the head like a lollipop before taking me into her mouth. I groan, tightening my grip on her hair as she works me with skill.
She’s gotten so much better at taking me deep on the first swallow since a month ago.
“Fuck, that's good,” I pant, thrusting deeper. “Such a pretty girl for Daddy, aren't you?”
She moans around my length; the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through me. I fuck her face harder, relishing the wet sounds and her muffled whimpers.
When I'm close to the edge, I pull out, leaving her gasping.
I yank Francesca up by her hair, savoring her gasp of surprise. “On the bed. Now,” I growl, giving her ass a sharp smack as she scrambles to obey.
My cock throbs, still slick with her saliva, as I retrieve the shibari rope from the dresser. Francesca's eyes widen, her chest heaving with anticipation.
“Arms out,” I command, uncoiling the silky rope. She complies instantly, and I begin weaving a web around her body.
The rope slides across her skin, hugging every curve. I work methodically; my fingers nimble as I create a delicate latticework. The deep red rope contrasts beautifully with her skin as I make sure each knot is secure but not too tight.
