Page 18 of Frankie and the Fed (Untamed Rascals #3)

The voice that kept me moving and told me to push everyone to a safe distance was barely a whisper and gone completely when she knelt in front of me and bent to tease that sensitive spot on my neck that sent shivers down my spine with the lightest touch.

The bare touches ended as quickly as they started, taking with them a piece of me, leaving me bereft and unmoored.

She stood and walked behind me, speaking as she went. “Stay exactly where you are.”

I was on my knees—my thighs spread with my ass touching my heels. Her hand ran down my spine, and I arched my back at the soft touch. I brought my hands around my back to exaggerate the pose, wanting to be good for her.

“Like this?” I asked, turning my head to where she now stood behind me.

“You are so perfect.” My cheeks warmed at the compliment. ‘Perfect’ isn’t how anyone has ever described me. “Tell me if I do or say something you don’t like.”

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am. ”

“No, not ma’am.” Her words were sharp, and I wanted to know every pain that brought that on so I could soothe it away.

“What works for you?”

“Jamie,” she said, and then she smiled. “Little bird. Daddy. Take your pick.”

I snorted at my nickname for her. I hadn’t meant to give her one. This was a one-night stand, and I was supposed to be seducing her for information. Not that my body and mind could remember that.

“Yes, Daddy .”

She sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”

She ran a finger down my spine again, tracing the faint ridges. I’d never thought of my spine as an erogenous zone, but electricity chased her finger and speared through me straight to my core.

“Look at you, all spread out for me like a good little slut,” she whispered, her breath tickling my oversensitive skin.

I whimpered. Fuck. I liked being good for her. It felt right.

The hand that had been tracing my spine stopped just above my linked arms. She flattened it out wide on the middle of my back. Her touch seared me, and I couldn’t breathe around the anticipation filling my body.

“What do you want, Frankie? Do you want me to fuck you hard?” She whispered, only inches from me now, her breath tickling my skin and punching the air out of me.

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.” She removed her hand from me, and I cried out, needing her touch, her dominance .

“Please. Fuck me. I need it. I need you.”I didn’t think I’d ever sounded so whiny and desperate, but I couldn’t help it.

She’d reduced me to a puddle of sensation, and I felt myself slipping into the floaty, beautiful place where only pleasure existed.

“Such a good girl begging me, like the little chaos whore you are.” She pushed on my back, and I caught myself as I fell.

I turned my head to the side, needing to see her as she knelt behind me and bit my ass.

“Jamie!”

“Too much?” she asked with her mouth against my skin.

“God no. I just didn’t know what to expect.”I shuddered as her breath caressed my oversensitive skin, keeping me anxious in the best ways for what might come next.

“Good. I couldn’t resist.” She ran her tongue along the bite, soothing the sting. I hoped it would leave a mark, that it would bruise and I would have to sit on it, feeling her even after she was gone.

“You’re dripping wet, Frankie,” she said as she ran a finger along my pussy, teasing me. I spread my thighs, begging her to do more.

A sucking sound echoed through the room, and I just barely caught sight of her pulling her finger from her mouth.

I whimpered, too far gone for words.

“Is your needy little pussy empty?” She pushed her finger inside, just the one. It wasn’t enough, but I clamped down on it, trying to keep it inside me and pull her in deeper. “Hmm, yes. It does seem like you want it.”

The almost clinical detachment in her tone spurred me on. If it weren’t for the tightness in her voice, I’d think this was only for me, but it seemed she liked dominating and teasing, too.

I sank my body into the mattress, tilting my hips in invitation, supplication, desperate need.

“Please, Daddy, fuck me.”I didn’t recognize my own voice, it was breathless, eager, and whiny all at once.

She squeezed my cheeks before pulling them apart, her thumb spreading my labia.

I was completely open to her, the cool air brushing along my heated skin as she inspected me.

One of her hands left me, and I prayed to whatever lesbian gods existed that it was so she could guide the strap into me and end this erotic torture.

“One of these days,” she said as she brushed the tip of the strap against my clit. “I’m going to lay you out on your stomach and grind myself all over this ass.”

The image of her using my ass as a sex toy while I just laid there and took it rocked through me. It didn’t even matter that it could never happen. The thought alone was enough to make me whimper.

“You’re not going to be able to do anything while I get off. You’re just going to have to lay there and take it.” With that, she pushed into me, a steady, quick motion that buried the toy to the hilt.

“Yes!” I cried out at the invasion, my entire body going taut at the welcome but sudden sensation of being filled after so much teasing .

“God. That went in so easily. You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you? Practically sucking it right in.” She ground deep inside me, filling me so thoroughly I’d never forget her or the slightly too rough way she handled my body.

She didn’t wait before pulling back out again in a slow move.

“No,” I begged. I needed it in me. I needed her filling me. The emptiness was torture.

“Don’t worry.” She ran the tip along my pussy before grinding it against my clit and turning on the vibrations. She was fucking me like a pro, like she was born to do this.

“Oh god.” If I hadn’t already rested on my shoulders, I would have collapsed completely. A high-pitched keening filled the room, and I realized it was me, desperate and mindless with pleasure.

“I’ll take such good care of this slutty little pussy that you’ll never want anyone else ever again.” Her filthy words were at odds with the gentle way she slid back into me. I pushed back against her, hoping to get more, faster, harder. Just more.

“No. You stay still and take it.” She grabbed my hips and held me exactly where she wanted me. I wiggled them, just enough to see what she would do.

“Do I need to spank you?” She threatened as she let go of my hip and ran her hand along my ass like a promise.

I’ve never been spanked before. I wasn’t sure if I would like it, but then she thumbed along the fleshy part of my ass, caressing the bite mark, reminding me of the stings, and my body jerked in desperation for anything from her.

“Maybe.” I was panting by now, my pussy clenching on nothing, weeping for the stimulation she wasn’t giving .

“Hmm,” she said as she pushed back into me. Harder this time. Deeper. Deep enough to brush my cervix and set off stars dancing behind my eyes.

I discovered by accident years ago that my cervix was sensitive in the best possible way and made sure to buy a toy that was long enough to reach it. The hard thrust pressed exactly where I wanted it.

My whole body shuddered as she turned up the vibrator, giving me stimulation exactly where I needed it.

“Daddy,” I whined. I didn’t know what I needed beyond more.

She let loose, fucking me in earnest.

Just a few thrusts in and I cried out in pleasure despite my neglected clit.

She didn’t stop, though.

She kept pushing into me with the perfect rhythm to extend my orgasm.

My entire lower half clamped down while blood pounded in my ears. Waves of ecstasy crashed through me, blackening my vision, and I screamed.

Just as I was about to protest that it was too much, Jamie bent over me and gathered me in her arms. The warm press of her against me grounded me.

“You’re so pretty when you come. Got one more in there for me?” The thumbed my nipple and caressed my stomach, holding me close, taking my weight as I leaned against her.

I started to shake my head, but her hand came up to my neck and squeezed, enough for my body to understand and respond .

Black edged into my vision, and I went boneless in her arms, submitting to her full as another orgasm rolled through me, wringing out every ounce of energy I had left.

My entire world coalesced in this one moment, bursting with sensation. My only anchor was Jamie, holding me, filling me, grounding me.

“Good girl.” She was still above me, breathing heavily, as she pressed soft kisses on my shoulder, lingering like there was nowhere and nothing more important than me and the taste of my skin in ecstasy.

That final moment of gentleness broke me, bringing me crashing down from the heights of endless pleasure. I burst into tears, sobs wrenching uncontrollably from my chest.

“Oh my god!” Jamie pulled out of me and I collapsed, unable to stay upright without her strong arms supporting me. She turned me to my side and gathered me in her arms again. The warm weight barely registered through the endless haze of my crashing endorphins.

Her hands brushed hair from my face where it stuck to my sweat-soaked skin. “What did I do? Did I hurt you? Was it too much? Fuck. I’m sorry. Whatever it is, I’m so sorry.”

She pulled me close to her, and I just cried harder. Wrong? Nothing had ever been so right in my life.

“Shh. I’ve got you. What do you need? Is this helping? Am I the problem? Should I leave?” She said all this in one desperate rush, and panic filled me with the thought of her being gone. Nothing, I would have nothing if she left.

“No!” I clung to her. She couldn’t leave me now. She would disappear, and nothing would be right again. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered except here and now and her arms around me .

“Okay. I’m right here.” She reached between us for a moment, moving the dildo still strapped to her and then gathered me in her arms and threw the covers over us while I cried.

It was a long time before I could breathe properly again, but she stayed with me, soothing my hair and shushing me like she was rocking an infant. It should have been mortifying, but felt more like a soft blanket over me, warming and comforting me.

Slowly, my breathing evened out, and I felt mortified by my reaction. She was still here, though, still holding me, and I reveled in the soft comfort of her arms.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes. Sorry. I don’t know what happened there,” I said with a hiccup.

She didn’t respond. She just rubbed gently along my back, soothing my overheated skin and overwhelmed body.

“It’s never been like that. It was so much, and then you kissed me right here.

” I reached up to touch the spot where I still felt a ghost of that kiss.

“And it was so tender. I felt so cherished. No one’s ever…

” I stopped myself before I could say more, before I revealed the sad truth of my life. “I just lost it.”

She brushed her fingers along the spot and then leaned forward and kissed my forehead. This time, the feeling was soft and warm.

“I probably need to do some research before we try something like that again.” Again —like we could keep doing this. I knew it was another of her lies, but I clung to it anyway, not ready to let go of the hope, that color that Jamie brought to my life .

“So, you’re saying you want to fuck me again?” I teased. I couldn’t completely hide that desperate edge to my voice, though. The one that would give away just how much I needed her already.

We had one fucking date, and a seemingly insurmountable wall of lies, but if she left my life completely now, I didn’t think I would ever recover.

She didn’t answer as I slipped off to sleep in her arms.