Page 19 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

Francesca

I 'm trembling all over, my body on fire. The darkness from the blindfold only intensifies every sensation. My wrists and ankles twinge slightly from the ropes holding me spread-eagle. But it's nothing compared to the ache between my legs.

Fuck, my pussy. I've never felt so stretched, so utterly wrecked. It throbs and pulses, empty now without Alexander's fist filling me. I'm dripping wet and can feel it pooling beneath me on the sheets.

The mattress shifts as Alexander straddles me. His weight settles on my stomach, heavy balls resting against my skin. My skin tightens painfully, desperate for his touch.

“Please,” I whimper, voice hoarse from screaming just moments ago. “Use me, Daddy. I need it.”

I can sense him looming over me. His cock brushes against my breast, rock hard and leaking. I arch up, desperate for more contact.

I never expected to be the type to submit wholly to a man, but it's what I was always desperately searching for. I couldn’t put a name or feel for it until he showed me. I don’t know if I would have ever found it if it wasn’t for him.

I hold all the power.

“Such a greedy little slut,” he growls. “Haven't I given you enough already?”

I shake my head frantically. “Never enough. Please, I want to make you feel good. Want to be your perfect pretty fucktoy.”

Alexander groans, his hips rocking slightly. His cock slides between my breasts, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

“That's it,” I encourage. “Fuck my boobs. Cum all over me. Mark me as yours.”

He shifts position, strong hands gripping my breasts and squeezing them together around his shaft. I moan at the pressure, arching into his touch.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Alexander grunts, starting to thrust. “So soft and warm. Perfect for my cock.”

I wish I could see his face, watch as he uses my body for his pleasure. But being blindfolded does its own little thing for me. The silky-smooth glide of his cock between my breasts. The way his fingers dig into my soft flesh, sure to leave bruises. His ragged breathing and low groans of pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan. “Use me. I'm your little fucktoy, your cum dump. Please.”

Alexander's thrusts speed up, growing more erratic. I can feel the tension in his body. I know he's close.

“Where do you want it, baby girl?” he growls. “Where should Daddy paint that pretty skin?”

I whine, torn between options. Finally, I beg, “My face, please. I want to wear your cum like a crown.”

Alexander groans, his hips stuttering. “Fuck, you're my dirty girl. Gonna cover that pretty face.”

He pulls back, and I feel the head of his cock brush against my lips. Eagerly, I part them, darting my tongue out to taste him.

“Open wide,” he commands.

I obey instantly, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue. Alexander's cock brushes against it with each thrust, leaving a salty taste behind. God, I want more. I strain against my bonds, desperate to lean forward and take him fully.

His hips speed up, fucking my tits faster. The head of his cock pokes against my tongue on each pass, teasing me with fleeting tastes. I moan wantonly, trying to catch more of him in my mouth.

“Please,” I beg between thrusts. “Let me suck you. I need it.”

Alexander chuckles darkly. “No, little one. You're going to be a good girl and take what I give you.”

I whimper in frustration but don't argue. My nipples ache from the friction as he uses my body to get himself off. I can feel how close he is, his cock swelling and twitching against my skin.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” Alexander grunts.

“Yes!” I cry out. “Mark me, claim me. I need it so bad.”

With a final, guttural groan, Alexander cums. The first splash hits my cheek, hot and thick. More follows, coating my lips, my nose, my forehead. It drips down my chin, pooling in the hollow of my throat.

I moan in ecstasy, reveling in the feeling of being marked, claimed. My tongue darts out, licking what I can reach from my lips. The slightly bitter, salty taste makes me whimper with need.

“That's it,” Alexander pants. “Lick it all up.”

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, steam quickly 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.

“Shh,” Alexander murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take care of you now.”

His strong hands glide over my skin, washing away the sweat and cum. I lean back against his chest, letting the warm water and his gentle touch soothe my aching muscles.

“Open up,” he says softly, bringing a strawberry to my lips.

I part them obediently, savoring the burst of sweetness on my tongue. Alexander feeds me bites of fruit—juicy grapes, ripe mango, tart kiwi. Between each morsel, he offers sips of cool water. The simple act of being nourished by his hand makes me feel cherished, protected.

As we finish the fruit, his fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin.

My body is utterly spent, wrung out from multiple orgasms. Still, desire simmers beneath my skin, ready to turn on at his slightest touch.

We soak in comfortable silence for a while, letting the hot water work its magic. Alexander's hands never stop moving, kneading the tension from my shoulders, massaging my scalp. I practically purr with contentment.

Eventually, the water starts to cool. “Time to get out,” Alexander says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

He steps out first, wrapping a towel around his waist before helping me from the tub. I sway slightly on shaky legs. Alexander steadies me, then begins to dry me off with reverent care.

The soft cloth glides over my skin as he pats me dry. He's thorough, making sure to get every droplet. When he kneels to dry my legs, I can't help but card my fingers through his damp hair.

We walk back into the bedroom, and I notice he changed the sheets earlier when he grabbed food and water.

“On the bed,” he instructs gently. “On your stomach.”

I obey, stretching out on the cool sheets with a contented sigh. I hear the click of a bottle opening, then Alexander's hands are on me again. They're slick with lotion, gliding smoothly over my skin.

He starts with my feet, working the lotion into my soles and between my toes. His thumbs dig into my arches, easing away tension I didn't even realize was there. Slowly, he works his way up my calves, then my thighs.

When he reaches my ass, he kneads the flesh firmly. I moan, burying my face in the pillow. His touch is more clinical than sexual, but my body still responds.

“Shh,” he soothes. “Just relax, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”