Page 10 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

maid café

Jessica

I shift on my feet, somehow feeling nervous even though I know it’s ridiculous… but still.

“D… do you think he’ll like it?” I ask, heart racing, and they all look me up and down and scoff.

“No, girl, he’s going to love it. Now go down and show your man all our hard work!

He paid in advance, so we do the nines,” Elena the one with the moons on her arm, states and I nod on shaky legs as I walk down the stairs, expecting Frank to be chilling or something, but behind me, I hear a gasp and I jump, scared, and accidentally let go of the rail, falling.

“Ahhh!” I brace for the impact, but he somehow gets from the other side of the jet to me in no time to catch me.

When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me as if I’m quite literally the most precious thing on earth to him.

Goosebump filter across my skin and my heart speeds up as he holds me there, still gazing.

“Holy fuck, Little Baby… you really take my breath away,” he murmurs softly and a braid falls loose. He tucks it behind my ear and I nearly swoon. Oh my God! Not the ear tuck thing!

“Y-y-you like it?” I ask, coy as he finally stands me up and pulls me even closer into his arms, whispering in his deep ass sexy voice.

“I fucking love it, Little Baby,” he groans, desperately looking at me as he hands run all over my body. “You look way too fucking good,” he grits out and I glance upstairs to see the team peeking and I grin, holding up two thumbs and they make relieved expressions before smiling and falling back.

“I’m so glad baby… the team you hired took really good care of me… m-maybe you should give then a bonus?” I ask shy and he doesn’t say anything as he just continues to stare at me. “Frank… baby?” I wave my hand in his face and he jumps and wipes the drool from his lips.

“H-huh? O-oh… yes bonuses… absolutely,” he nods and I giggle.

“Good! They deserve it,” I smile, taking him in in awe my damn self…

Frank is dressed in all-black, tailored, suite that molds to his body perfectly. For jewelry, he keeps it light with just a gold watch and plain gold stud earrings with a single red gem in the middle that gleams as if it’s fire itself.

“You look just as good yourself, baby,” I lean in, kissing him on the tip of the nose and he snorts, taking my hand, twirling me around seductively.

“Don’t lie to me, Little Baby… damn…” he shakes his head and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautiful in my life.

“Milord, we are descending. Would you like to take your seats? I prepared refreshments,” the stewardess asks Frank, who places his hand on my lower back, caressing my skin as he guides me to our seats and places me on his lap.

I sit there happily, ready to get back home and see what this man is up to and where he going to take me.

When the captain finally announces we have landed, Frank stands, taking my hand and escorting me to the door that’s waiting open with the entire staff lined up. Whoa… this is so damn cool.

“Watch your step, Little Baby.” Frank holds my hand tight, helping me off the plane in the dead of the night, but I’m just happy to be off the plane.

While I did my best to ignore that scare, I can’t lie and say it didn’t shake me up to feel that kind of turbulence.

“Why did it take so long for us to get here?” I yawn, rubbing my eyes, tired from all the fucking this man done put me though, but also feeling higher than a mother fucker because he has been sucking on my pussy nonstop but he still hasn’t let me cum once and I want it bad !

“Because baby, I wanted to make up for the three days we lost and I want to celebrate my little MVP.” He kisses the back of my hand and I chuckle, feeling a lump in my throat, nervous with excitement brewing in me, knowing he’s about to fuck me something serious especially since I’m on an off week for football.

“Oh? And how are you going to do that?” I simper and he raises a brow.

“By spending time with my wife here,” he answers and I tilt my head up. My mouth drops open and a dramatic scream escapes my mouth when I see the “Welcome to Tokyo” sign glowing in front of me, bright in the distance, and my heart soars in shock.

“WHAT?! N-NO! NO! BE FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW!” I stammer over my words, clutching my chest shooker than a hooker.

“Be for real about what, wife?” He raises a brow, kissing me, packing me through the terminal, and I feel my heart is going to explode. I need someone to pinch me because this can’t be reality.

“No, for real, I know we’re not in Tokyo fucking JAPAN right now! We can’t be in Tokyo! We…”

“Awww listen to you… you sound so adorable.” He nibbles my ear, and I blink, still shaken. “Though I don’t know why, when this is nothing,” he states, rubbing my belly.

“Are you kidding me?! Frank, this is everything!” I gasp and he swoops me into his arms and carries me over to a red Rolls-Royce that’s waiting for us on the tarmac as a man stands there, waiting in a suit.

I am way too stunned to speak when the door opens and I see the stunning peanut butter interior as Frank slides us in effortlessly, keeping me in his arms the entire time.

But on God, I’m shaking… the only time I’ve ever experienced this shit is in movies and the bitch who’s getting the treatment is rarely a Black girl, but here the fuck I am.

I was in a plane, I’m rolling with my nigga in a Rolls-Royce, and a bitch is in Tokyo on his dime.

I didn’t have to foot not one bill, and… hold on…

“Wait! Frank, I don’t have my passport an?—”

“Do you think Daddy doesn’t have his Little Baby covered?

” He snuggles me and I frown, but this man never ceases to amaze or hell, scare me when he pulls out a passport…

a very REAL passport for me, but when I try to take it from him, he snaps it closed, setting it to the side.

“No don’t pay attention to that. Focus on me.

It’s been way longer than three days since I’ve had your undivided attention.

Little Baby, my baby, my wife, my baby mama, my rib, do you know how heartbroken I have been since you seem to care more about football than your husband?

” he pouts and I shudder when those sexy ass blue eyes flash my way with those long white eye lashes, looking just like Gojo ass, and it’s just way too much for me to handle.

“Y-you’re so dramatic,” I roll my eyes, but he raises a brow, keeping his face serious.

“And? What I said still stands.” He looks me up and down, making my tummy flip flop as he pulls me close.

“I… w-well I u-uhm… I l-love fo-football,” I blush and he bites my blouse, pulling it down spilling my titties. His long tongue comes out, and I swallow when the tip of his tongue taps my nipples.

“Ughn,” I bite my lip, watching him, feeling some type of way. The way this man just gets me fucking going… the way this man makes me feel so wanted, needed, and feminine, ugh! “D-did you really miss me that much?” I ask, watching him slurp my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as fuck.

“Fuck, Little Baby, I missed you so fucking much,” he growls and I shudder, grinding on him, as something inside building up, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

“You always know what to say… I don’t know if I like that or not,” I tell him honestly and he grabs my ass, humming.

“And why is that Little Baby?” He sucks my titties so desperately I can’t help but believe that he missed me.

“B-because Fr-Frank… you make me lose all inhibition and I don’t like it. I pride myself on the control I have over my life and sex drive, but when I’m with you, it’s like all of that goes out the window…” I throw my head back moaning as he massages my asshole, making me whimper.

“I like it that way, baby. Don’t think around me, just let Daddy feed you and this pussy,” he grunts and it literally makes my lower body tingle.

“I can’t do that… I need control… I need…”

“ I need you to lose and hand control to me,” he demands as he finally lets go of my nipple and places his hand on my chest, watching me with something sinister laced in his eyes.

“And why should I do that? What if you up and leave m—” I choke on the words when his eyes blaze, lighting a fire in me.

“You’re really fucking with me, aren’t you, Jessica? Why the fuck do you keep saying that?” He leans back, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes at me, and I can see I ruined the mood.

“You… I j-just mean that…”

“You just mean what, Jessica? Tell me because I don’t understand why you keep talking about me leaving you. I know you’re not insecure enough to think that, so tell me why you keep thinking it.”

He’s right… I’m not insecure… not really, but I can’t help but think about it.

It has nothing to do with the women, it’s just…

something inside me… something deep in me that tells me as much as I want this to be right, being with Frank is wrong.

Something tells me that we will have to separate, and I just can’t put my hand on what that something is.

“Jess-i-ca… what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking about you.”

“Well, I want you to be thinking about us.” He turns my head to face him and my throat closes. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me. I know that weed is not still fucking with me…

“I… I don’t know baby…” I look away, heart racing with a deep-seated fear when I look into his eyes that I never felt last week.

But I have to admit, this fear… this wrong…

this taboo that’s somehow manifested in me has my stomach in knots.

Even though it’s terrifying, it’s exhilarating…

way more than even when I’m running the ball on the field.

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter because I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll know nothing but me.”

“Is that all?” I cock my head to the side and he raises a brow.

“Great question, Little Baby.” He runs a thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it from between my teeth.

“So answer it!” I demand, and he leans back smiling.