Page 11 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

“You’ve been questioning me a lot today, Jessica.” He eyes me and I lick my lips.

“What is that new to you, Lord Metchie?” I tease, calling him by the name I remember the maid called him, but his eyes flash.

“Stop it, Jessica…”

“Stop what, Milord ?” I lean into him, his heart pounding.

“Stop fucking with me,” he growls and I chuckle.

“Fine… how about this, Milord? You take me shopping, and later on, I let you have your way with me.” I cozy up to him seductively, hoping it works. “I know you’ve got plans, b?—”

With saying a mother fucking thang, my man whips out a black card in my face and taps my lips, drags the bitch down between my titties then flips me open. He spreads my legs and runs it down my cat, then brings it up to his nose and smells that son of a bitch with a smirk.

“Say less. Where do you want Daddy to take you, Little Baby?”

Damn… I stand no chance against a mother fucker with this much swag.

“Are you sure, baby? I mean, don’t you have reservations for us somewhere?” I pant, already wet.

“Reservations?” he snorts, pulling me onto his lap, pressing his hand firmly on my back, kissing up my neck. “I don’t make reservations, Jessica. I buy the place, so again, tell Daddy where you want to go.”

Fuck…

“W-well… th-there’s so many… I know we don’t have time because of school and all…”

“I’ll make time. Tell me what you want.”

Shit…

“Th-then just shopping… I want to go to a lot of places…”

“Names?”

“F-first Animate,” I moan as he kisses my neck.

“And?” he presses on as he rubs my ass.

“Mandarake, because I need to find that limited edition AOT artbook.”

“Cute… anything else you want, my Little Baby?”

“There’s the tiny Ghibli-themed shop in Ikebukuro I seen on TikTok, I need to go. Also, Super Potato for retro games for Sky, the Evangelion store in Harajuku... gotta grab that new phone that only released in Japan for Wanda, then go to the underground Demon Slayer shop in Akiba, and— Oh!

The one place that only sells Haikyuu merch and themed snacks. Then Hello Kitty world for Faythe… then I also want to pick up some text books for Bebe then I want to get a Hinata keychain,” I blurt, out sneaking in things for my friends, thinking he’s going to say no.

But just leans back, picks up the phone in the back, and…

“AEndring af planer tager os til Ghibli-tema butik i Ikebukuro. (Change of plans. Take us to Ghibli-themed shop in Ikebukuro.” The car quickly turns and he smiles up at me and I fall against his chest, giddy. Gooddddddd, this man!

I’ma suck his dick so good tonight.

“We have made it, My Lord.”

I hear over my shoulder. Broooo , I am pooped! When I say I spent this man money, I the fuck mean I spent his moneyyyyy! And he didn’t bat not one eye!

I bought so much stuff for not only myself, but for Bebe, Faye, Wanda and Sky! I balled out and didn’t even look at the price. My man didn’t let me!

I thought we were going to call it a night after, but he was adamant about taking me out. I am in awe this man didn’t get annoyed at me once. Oh my God! I can’t wait to tell the girls about thiiisss!

“Where are we, baby?” I ask, expecting an answer, but he surprises me when I see him pull out a red silk scarf and place it over my eyes. “Wh-what are you doing?” I murmur, flushing, hot, but not stopping when he spins me around.

“I’m surprising my wife. What else?” he murmurs, voice deep.

“But… does that really entail you having to blindfold me?”

“Stop questioning me, Little Baby, and trust me,” he tells me and I bite my lip, quieting down as he fully secures the blindfold and I feel Frank lift me. The car door opens and we glide out as if this nigga floating.

I feel him walking while carrying me, and it’s jarring, but like he asked, I don’t question him. I just hold on and let him take me to wherever I’m supposed to be going, which is so wild to me. I don’t think I’ve ever handed control over to a man like this …

“Little Baby, I’m going to set you down. However, I want you to keep your blind fold on and wait for me,” he instructs, and my heart constricts so I don’t say anything. “Do you understand?”

“I… I understand,” I nod, and he kisses my cheek.

“Good girl. Daddy will be right back, so stay put.” I hear him rush off, and I just sit there twiddling my fingers, nervous, wondering what all this is about.

The last time Frank dressed me up, we went to his brother’s ice cream parlor, and it was so good. I wonder where we are now?

It’s got to be a solid twenty to thirty minutes that pass by while I sit there listening to J and K-Pop waiting like a good girl, when I jump from the sensation of someone touching me.

“Wh-who’s there? Baby, is that you?” I turn my head this and that away, and when I get no answer, I almost take off my blind fold, but someone pulls it off. That makes me frown, but the frown disappears when my mouth drops wide the fuck open in shock.

“Good evening, Mistress Metchie. It is a pleasure to have you here today,” Frank’s deep ass, sexy voice comes out seductive and hot as fuck while he stands before me in a short, sexy maid costume, white wig, and as per usual when Frank is crossdressing, his face is beat for the Gods.

AND OH EM FUCKING GEEEEEE!!!! DID HE brING OUT THE HORNS AGAIN?!?!?!?! AND IS THAT A TAILLLLLLL?!?!??!?!?!?!?!

My heart races and my mouth gapes open and close like a fish, trying to understand what I’m seeing because this is just too fucking my JAM!

“B-Baby, wh-what is th-this?” I stammer as he struts over to me in his heels, and I almost die when he leans over and licks his lips before biting them.

“What else, Little Baby? I’m giving you your own maid café,” he reveals, and I it’s as if my entire manga fantasy is coming true!

A fucking maid café and my man is the maiddddddd!!!!!!

Bitch, I’m going to pass the fuck outttttt!!!! I cannot wait to tell the girls about this!

I swallow, trying to keep my cool, placing my hands in my lap, bouncing up and down on the plush cushion of the chair.

“Wow!” That’s all I can say, trying to play it fucking cool, but he looks so fucking good and sexy that I can barely sit still.

I know most girls would find this emasculating and gross, but a feminine looking man in a dress and makeup with a deep ass voice and…

I clutch my chest, thinking about what’s hiding under that dress as I fan my face.

“Mistress Metchie, can I get you anything?” he struts behind me, grasping my shoulders, massaging his long slender hands up my neck, driving me fucking crazy before standing there looking down at me looking he dares me to try him tonight… and will!

Jesus… would it be too mannish if I said, you?

“U-uhm… pancakes…” I settle, scared to ask for what I really want which is a long-standing fantasy about maid café’s from watching way too much hentai. The thought of potentially living it causes the skin on my body to prickle, but I don’t want to look like a creep by all out asking for it.

“Pancakes?” He raises his brow, sliding his muscular legs open, showing me his dick slightly through his maid outfit and damn near sending me in cardiac arrest. I nod quickly, watching him, pussy throbbing. “Is that all, Little Baby?”

“P-pancakes f-f-for n-now p-please…” I swallow, licking my lips, and he chuckles, and I groan at how fine and pretty my man is.

“As you wish, my Little Baby.” He stands and struts away and after about fifteen minutes, he comes back and sets a huge plate of Japanese fluffy pancakes that look so fucking good, but honestly I’m still too busy looking at Frank to truly care.

Still, I go to pick up the syrup to pour it, when he taps my hand and picks it up for me.

“Allow me, Mistress,” he interrupts it and pours it, even grabs my fork and knife, cutting into it, and holding it out for me.

“I can d?—”

“Eat it,” he demands, and I open my mouth, taking in the sweet, delicious pancake. My eyes roll to the back of my head from the taste.

“Mmmmm, my Goodness!” I shudder at the taste and open my mouth for him to give me more.

They're warm—cloud-soft and pillowy, like biting into sweet air. The golden edges have the slightest crisp, but the inside? It melts. Like vanilla-laced buttercream and egg custard had a lovechild.

A dusting of powdered sugar clings to my lips, and the syrup—maple with a hint of yuzu—drips slow down the sides. It’s sweet but light, citrusy but soft, and I swear I taste a hint of magic.

I close my eyes and hum around the next bite.

“Do you like it, Little Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I blush, looking over to him as he continues to feed me, but watching him in itself is making me full.

“Good girl. You eat so well,” he praises me and scoots closer, arm touching mine, and my heart literally skips a beat as I grow hot.

“I… I want s-something else,” I speak shyly and he cuts his eyes to me.

“Oh, you ready for the main course now?” He smirks, and I slowly nod.

“Yessssuuunnggg!” I moan and I jump when he stands and slides on the table, propping his big ass muscular legs up on my chair and I burst into a fit of coughs when that eleven inch elephant trunk makes an appearance and my entire body seizes.

“What are you looking at, Little Baby? My eyes are up here.” He lifts my head with his tail and I about lose my mind because how the fuck is he moving it so smoothly?! How is it so sturdy?

“W-with all respect, Daddy… I wasn’t trying to look at your eyes, as sexy as they are,” I whisper and see his big ass dick lift from his thigh and curve up as a large bead of cum swells up at the tip before leaking down.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” I pant, licking my lips, fluffy pancake be damned. I want him… all of him.

“Mistress Metchie, you’re crossing dangerous lines… I suggest you watch out.”

“With all disrespect, I didn’t come to a demon café to play it safe, so give me what I want,” I lick my lips, thirsty as hell for him.