Page 44 of Tempting Frankie
He shifts position, and I feel the head of his cock press against my lips. Eagerly, I open my mouth, sucking him clean. Alexander hisses at the sensitivity but doesn't pull away.
“Fuck, you're incredible,” he murmurs. “Look at you, covered and still begging for more.”
I hum in agreement, savoring every last drop. When he finally pulls away, I'm left panting and desperate for more.
“Please,” I whimper. “Can I see now?”
Alexander's fingers brush my cheek, leaving tingles in their wake. Slowly, he removes the blindfold. I blink rapidly, adjusting to the soft light. His face comes into focus. His eyes glowing with desire, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“There’s my beautiful lover,” he murmurs.
I drink in the sight of him—shoulders glistening with sweat as it blocks most of the harsh light, hard abs, and that cock hanging between his legs. My pussy clenches painfully, reminding me how thoroughly I've been used.
Alexander's hands move to the intricate rope work binding me. His fingers work deftly, loosening knots and unwinding the silky cords. As each limb is freed, he massages the marks left behind, soothing away any discomfort.
“Are we done already?” I whine, pouting up at him.
He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “For now. You need a break to recover. It’s my job to take care of you, in all ways.”
I want to argue, to beg for more. But as the last of the ropes fall away, I realize how sore and wrung out I feel. Every muscle aches in the most delicious way.
“You wore these so beautifully,” he praises. “My perfect little rope bunny.”
Alexander gathers me in his arms, lifting me effortlessly. I nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his masculine scent an releasing a contented sigh across his slick skin.
I preen under his words, warmth blooming in my chest.
My head is so floaty, and I don’t want a spanking, so I don’t dare to demand he put my ass down for being too heavy.
“Let's get you cleaned up,” he says, carrying me toward the en-suite.
He sets me down gently on the edge of the massive tub. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he turns on the taps, steamquickly filling the air. The scent of coconut wafts up as he adds bath oils to the water.
“In you go,” Alexander says, as he lowers me gently into the bath.
I sink into the hot water with a moan of pleasure. It laps at my skin, soothing away the aches and pains.
“Join me?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.
He smiles indulgently. “In a moment. Let me grab a few things first.”
I watch appreciatively as he moves out of the bathroom, admiring the play of muscles beneath his skin. He returns with a tray of fruit and two glasses of water minutes later.
Stepping into the tub, Alexander settles behind me, pulling me against his chest. I sigh contentedly, melting into his embrace.
“You know what to do, Francesca,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I hum thoughtfully. I do. He doesn’t even have to form the question. I just start spilling. “Sore. Satisfied. A little overwhelmed, if I'm honest.”
His arms tighten around me. “You were incredible. So responsive, so eager to please. You have no idea how sexy you are. Next time, I’ll record it so you can watch as I fuck you.”
I blush at the praise, squirming slightly. My body is hypersensitive, every brush of skin against skin sending sparks through me.
Alexander's hands begin to wander, stroking my arms, my belly, my thighs. He's careful to avoid my most sensitive areas, but the touch is still maddening.
“Alexander,” I whimper. “Please...”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling against my back.
