Page 33 of Frankie and the Fed (Untamed Rascals #3)

W hat if I don’t want to behave?” She asked as she turned her back to me, bending over to—fuck, I didn’t even know. All I knew was that I got a view of my favorite part of her.

I groaned and grabbed that ass I loved so much.

“Fuck, Frankie, how am I supposed to concentrate on anything with this view?” I ran my hands along her hips, tracing the stretch marks that decorated her skin. Following the dimples that mapped a path to her crack, I slipped my finger inside it and lightly traced her asshole.

She almost slipped, so I grabbed her hip to hold her steady while I teased her.

I almost fucking lost her. She could take whatever I had to give her as punishment .

“Hand me the soap and shower head,” I demanded. There was one place I’d yet to taste, and now was the perfect time to change that.

“Wh—why?” she asked even as she pushed back against my finger, trying to take it dry.

“You know why.” I prodded her hole before slipping my fingers down and plunging them into her pussy.

“Oh god.”

“This is what you get for putting your life at risk.” I smacked her ass, watching entranced as it moved under my hand.

She didn’t do what I asked right away.

Instead, she arched her back and shoved back against me for more. I smacked her ass again. Hard enough that a faint pink bloomed on her cheek.

“Be a good girl and take your punishment. Now, hand me the soap and shower head,” I demanded.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. A shudder ran through me.

“Good little chaos whore. Keep calling me that and you’ll get a nice reward.” I pulled my fingers from the warm embrace of her pussy and spread her cheeks, watching as she clenched on nothing before I drizzled soap down her crack.

“Look how desperate you are.” I lathered her up, slipping a finger just inside, not far enough for the soap to cause her problems, just enough to tease her and make her squirm and pant for me.

I rinsed her off, aiming the shower head at her clit and drawing a moan from her.

“Reach down and play with your pretty pussy. It’s time for me to eat.” I spread her cheeks and speared her asshole with my tongue. Fuck teasing her. I needed everything. Now.

“Jamie!” she cried out.

I smacked her pussy. “What did I say to call me?”

When she didn’t answer right away, I smacked her again. The wet squelch of her was music to my ears. “Dirty girl. Do you like me smacking your pussy?”

“Daddy,” she whimpered. “Please.” She pushed her hips back, begging for my attention.

I thrust my tongue into her, fucking her with it, bringing her to the edge over and then backing off to nibble on her hole, pushing her higher and higher but denying her release before I pulled back to examine my work.

Her softened hole winked at me as I slipped two fingers into her pussy, getting them wet before I unceremoniously pushed them into her waiting ass.

“That’s right, and it’s Daddy’s job to take care of you and protect you,” I lectured while I thrust my fingers slowly in and out of her ass.

She moaned around the stretch, pushing into me as I licked around my fingers, leaving plenty of spit to keep the way slick.

“Fuck, daddy,” she panted, arching her back, hands scrambling for purchase on the slick shower wall as she writhed and moaned while I stretched her hole. She gaped slightly when I pulled my fingers out, a sight that had me aching. God, she was so fucking beautiful. Every single inch of her.

“Good girl. Someday, I’m going to stretch you out so much down here that you won’t be able to close again.

You’ll be so loose and pouty as I fuck your pretty pussy with the biggest strap we can find.

Then, when you’re so wrung out from orgasming that you can’t hold yourself up anymore, I’ll pull out and thrust in here.

” I pushed two fingers back in, and her back bowed as she cried out.

“You’ll be so stretched out from me filling you that you won’t sit right for a week. Would you like that? Would you like me to destroy this pretty little asshole?” I licked around her hole and then thrust my tongue in, fucking her with it while she fell apart.

“Fuck, yes. Please. I want that so much. Oh god, Daddy.”

She cried out again when I pushed the fingers of my other hand into her pussy, massaging her G-spot. She came in a brilliant combination of whimpers, shaking, and a rush of fluid that coated my hands.

“My little anal whore. So fucking beautiful when you come.” I kissed each of her cheeks as I pulled out of her.

She collapsed onto me, seeking my steadiness in the wake of her pleasure. Pride welled in me as I gave her my strength.

I helped her stand, her eyes trained on me in hazy pleasure, like I was the best thing to ever grace the earth.

“Now, to actually wash,” I said, guiding her under the shower stream and soaping my hands.

She leaned against the shower wall, pliant, as I brushed my hands over her delicate skin, some piece of me always touching a part of her as I worked, unable to be separated from her, even for this mundane task.

She hardly winced as I tenderly inspected her. The damage was minimal, and something inside me unknotted.

She was ok. She was here. She was mine.

By the time I finished washing us, the sun had set again. I didn’t know when we had woken up from our nap or how long we had been in the bathroom, but it didn’t matter. Today was just for us.

We devoured everything we found in her kitchen and collapsed onto the couch, my head resting on her soft belly, her fingers running through my drying hair, working out the knots and tangles until I fell asleep in her arms.

A light buzzing woke me. Frankie wasn’t in the room. For a moment, I panicked, but a soft light shone under the bathroom door, and I let my anxiety melt away. She was here and safe.

I picked up my phone, the source of the buzzing that woke me, and found a message from the bureau. Shit. They couldn’t wait one fucking day.

Report to the office tomorrow. We need a more thorough statement and to tie up loose ends. Report to Director Anthony first thing.

It wasn’t from Taggart, which was… odd. As was having to report to the director personally.

Taggart had swept in and tried to take over the scene with his unique brand of forceful efficiency. He seemed unreasonably angry at how I handled Tom.

I followed protocol, tried to bring him in, and only did what was necessary to protect a civilian. I didn’t care at that moment, but maybe I should have paid more attention.

Shit. This wasn’t good. I thought over Taggarts behavior throughout the investigation, and a rock settled in my stomach. Something about it never added up, and I wondered just how much of the picture I had been overlooking.

“Come to bed,” Frankie said softly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing my head. I put the phone down. I couldn’t solve anything right now. I would go to the meeting, resign, and let it be someone else’s problem.

I laid down and gathered Frankie in my arms. This woman and the life I wanted to build with her were the only important things now. Everything else could wait.