Page 5 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

Alexander

I storm into my penthouse, blood still boiling at the fact she’s an Infinity girl.

The door slams behind me as I loosen my tie, pouring three fingers.

Francesca's disobedience burns in my mind—her flashing eyes, the sting of her palm against my cheek.

My cock throbs painfully, straining against my pants.

Fingers twitch with the need to put her over my knee and spank her peachy ass.

“Stubborn little brat,” I growl, downing the drink in one swallow. The burn does nothing to quell the fire in my veins. I need to possess her, to claim every inch of her, every hole.

I grab my phone, scrolling through contacts until I find the number I need. It rings twice before a sultry voice answers.

“Mr. Steele, what a pleasure. How may I assist you this evening?”

“Cut the bullshit, Vivian,” I snap. “I need information on one of your girls. Francesca DeLuca.”

There's a pause on the other end of the line. “I'm afraid I can't divulge information about our companions, Mr. Steele. Perhaps I could interest you in?—”

“I'll pay whatever it takes,” I interrupt. “I want exclusivity. Cancel all her pending bookings. I'll cover any cancellation fees.”

“Mr. Steele,” Vivian's voice is cautious now. “That's highly irregular. Our companions set their own schedules, and Ms. DeLuca is quite independent.”

I grit my teeth, cock throbbing at the thought of Francesca's stubborn defiance. “I don't give a fuck about your policies, Viv. Name your price.”

There's a long pause. I can practically hear the gears turning in Vivian's head, weighing the risk against the potential payout.

“Very well,” she says finally. “I'll need to speak with Ms. DeLuca, of course. But I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. Shall we say $50,000 for a month of exclusivity?”

I bark out a laugh. “Make it $300,000. And I want three months, minimum.”

Vivian's sharp intake of breath is audible even through the phone. “Alexander, that's incredibly generous. I'll speak with Ms. DeLuca immediately and have the contract drawn up.”

“Good,” I growl. “And Viv? Make sure she understands that this is non-negotiable. I want every second of her time.”

“Of course, Mr. Steele. I'll be in touch shortly with the details.”

I hang up without another word, cock painfully hard. I imagine Francesca's face when she gets the news. Those big eyes flashing with anger, full lips parted in shock.

No doubt she’ll spill filthy words from her plush lips as she curses me the hell out.

My hand drifts to my zipper, freeing my aching length. I stroke myself roughly, picturing Francesca in front of me.

I grip my cock harder as I let my imagination run wild and wicked.

In my mind, she's naked, her lush curves accentuated by an intricate web of red rope.

The shibari bindings crisscross her body, framing her full chest and wrapping around her thick thighs.

Her hands are bound behind her back, forcing her chest out.

“Fuck,” I groan, stroking faster. My dick throbs in my fist as I imagine grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. Those expressive orbs would glare up at me, defiant even as she kneels at my feet.

A brat through and through and there’s nothing I love more than taming a brat.

I'd slap my cock against her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum. “Open that smart mouth of yours, pretty girl. I've got a better use for it.”

In my fantasy, she parts her plump lips, taking me deep into her hot, wet mouth. I pump my shaft roughly, imagining the tight suction of her.

My balls tighten as I get close. I picture Francesca's breasts bouncing as I fuck her face; the rope digging into her soft skin.

My hips buck as I fuck my hand, picturing Francesca's throat bulging as I use her. Drool drips down her chin as she gags and chokes on my length. Tears spring to her eyes, but she takes it.

“That's it,” I pant. “Take it all like a good girl.”

I'm getting close now, dick throbbing in my grip. I imagine pulling out of her mouth, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my shaft. I'd paint that pretty face with my cum this time, marking her as mine.

A guttural groan escapes me as I come hard. Hot spurts of cum coat my hand as I milk every last drop from my pulsing length as I picture ropes streaking across Francesca's flushed cheeks and parted lips.

I slump back in my chair, chest heaving. But even as I come down from my release, I know it's not enough. I need the real thing. And soon, I'll have her.

Tied up in my web, my ropes, just where she belongs.

Completely and explicitly mine.

I walk into the hotel suite, my anticipation building with each step. Tonight's the night I claim what's mine. Francesca doesn't know it yet, but her days of struggle are over.

I loosen my tie and pour myself a drink, settling into an armchair to wait. Any minute now, my stubborn little brat will walk through that door, expecting some pencil-dick banker. The thought of her face when she sees me instead makes my dick throb.

Right on cue, I hear the door open. Her husky voice calls out, “Hello? Mr. Johnson?”

I stay silent, letting the tension build. Her heels click on the hardwood as she enters the main room, a vision in a skin-tight red dress and heels that seem never-ending. When she spots me, she freezes.

“What the fuck?” she hisses, eyes flashing with fury. God, she's gorgeous when she's angry. “What are you doing here?”

I take a slow sip of my drink, savoring her outrage. “Waiting for you, sweetheart. Did you really think I'd let some other man have your time after I already decided it’s mine?”

She bristles, chest heaving enticingly in her dress. “You can't do this. This is my job, you asshole!”

“Not anymore,” I growl, rising to my feet. My cock strains against my zipper as I stalk toward her. “You're mine now, Francesca. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

She backs away, but I've got her cornered. I can smell her perfume, see the rapid pulse in her throat. “You're out of your mind,” she spits. “I'm leaving.”

I slam my hand against the wall, caging her in. “No, you're not. You signed a contract, remember? I own your time now.”

Her eyes widen as realization dawns. “You...you're the one who bought my exclusivity?”

I grin, baring my teeth. Paying Vivian extra to keep this little secret was worth every penny. “That's right, baby. For the next three months, your cunt, your mouth, your tight little ass—it all belongs to me.”

She shoves at my chest, but I don't budge. “You're disgusting,” she snarls. “I won't do it. Find someone else to be your plaything.”

I laugh, low and dangerous. “Oh, Francesca. You don't have a choice.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “And we both know how wet your pussy gets for me, and I’ll make you any kind of fucking sandwich you want afterward.”

She shivers, and I know I've got her. My hand slides up her thigh, pushing under her dress. Just as I thought—no panties.

“Such a naughty girl,” I murmur, fingers probing and teasing her slick folds. “Already dripping for me.”

She whimpers, hips rocking against my hand despite her protests. “F-fuck you,” she gasps.

I chuckle, rubbing slow circles around her clit.

“That's the idea. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, let alone any other man's.”

A shiver runs through her body, and I grin. She can deny it all she wants, but her body knows what it needs.

“You're a bastard,” Francesca snarls, but I can hear the tremor in her voice.

“Maybe so,” I agree, nipping at her earlobe. “But I'm the bastard who's going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

With that, I thrust two fingers deep into her dripping center. Francesca cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.

“That's it, baby,” I praise, pumping my fingers in and out of her slick opening.

“I hate you,” she whimpers, but her hips buck against my hand.

Pulling my fingers out, I spin her around, bending her over the nearby table. Francesca yelps as I flip up her hem, exposing that perfect ass. “Liar,” I laugh, bringing my hand down hard on one cheek. The crack of skin on skin is music to my ears. “Your cunt says otherwise.”

I spread her ass cheeks to expose her dripping pussy. “Fuck, look at you,” I groan, running a finger through her. “So wet and ready for my cock.”

Francesca moans, arching her back as I tease her entrance. “Please,” she whimpers, all that bratty defiance crumbling.

“Please what?” I demand, circling her hole with my thumb. “Tell me what you want, Francesca.”

“Please fuck me,” Francesca whimpers, pushing back against my hand.

I chuckle darkly. “Didn’t you say no to me? That you wouldn’t fuck me? That you didn’t want me? So that’s good enough, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”

She lets out a frustrated groan. “Fuck you, Alexander. I'm not your puppet.”

I bring my hand down hard on her ass again, relishing her sharp cry. “Wrong answer, brat. Try again and that’s not my fucking name.”

Francesca's entire body shudders, but she stays silent. Stubborn little thing. I slide two fingers into her dripping cunt again, pumping slowly.

“Come on, baby,” I croon. “Tell me how badly you want it. How you've been dreaming of my cock stretching you open?”

She bites her lip, fighting back a moan. “You...you're not that special,” she pants. “Your son fucked me first, remember? Like father, like son. Bet you're just as disappointing.”

White-hot rage floods my veins. I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. “Watch your fucking mouth,” I snarl. “I'll ruin you.”

Francesca laughs breathlessly. “Prove it, old man. Or are you all talk?”

That does it. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. Without warning, I slam into her to the hilt.

Francesca screams, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. “Fuck!” she gasps. “So big...”

I start pounding into her, setting a brutal pace. “This what you wanted, you mouthy girl?” I growl, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “To be fucked like the whore you are?”

She moans, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Yes! Fuck, don't stop!”

I reach around to rub her clit, feeling her pussy flutter around my cock. “That's it, take it all,” I pant. “Show me how much better Daddy fucks you than his son.”

Francesca comes with a wail, her whole body shaking. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release. The table creaks beneath us as I pound into her tight pussy.

“Gonna breed this tight cunt,” I groan. “Mark you as mine.”

She whimpers, oversensitive but still pushing back against me. “Do it,” she gasps. “Come inside me, Daddy .”

That does it. With a roar, I bury myself to the hilt, flooding her with my cum. Francesca moans, milking every last drop from my pulsing cock.

I stay buried inside her for a long moment, both of us panting. Finally, I pull out, admiring the sight of my cum leaking from her well-fucked hole.

“Still think I'm disappointing?” I smirk, giving her ass a light smack.

I can't help but smirk at Francesca's dazed expression. Her legs are shaking, pussy still quivering from that intense orgasm. But even freshly fucked, she's still got that spark in her.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” I taunt, admiring the sight of my cum dripping down her thighs. “Or did I fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours?”

Francesca's eyes narrow. “You wish, old man,” she pants. “I've had better.”

I growl, grabbing her hips roughly. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I spin her around to face me. “Is that so?” I snarl. “Guess I'll have to try harder next time.”

She opens her mouth, no doubt to spew more bratty bullshit. But I've had enough of her smart mouth. I scoop up some of my cum from her dripping pussy, then shove my fingers between those plump lips.

“Suck,” I command, pressing down on her tongue.

Francesca's eyes go wide, but she doesn't fight it. Her lips close around my fingers as she starts to suck, tongue swirling to clean off every drop of us.

“That's it,” I growl, pumping my fingers in and out of her mouth. “Taste how good we are together. How perfectly your pussy takes my cock.”

She moans around my fingers, cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. I can feel my spent cock already twitching with renewed interest.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” I praise, adding a third finger. Francesca gags slightly but takes it like a champ. “Maybe next time I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock instead. Would you like that, pretty girl? To choke on Daddy's dick?”

I pull my fingers from her mouth with a wet pop. Francesca gasps for air, lips swollen and shiny with spit. Before she can catch her breath, I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Our first fucking kiss.

I cup her face, angling her head to deepen the kiss. My other hand tangles in her hair, gripping tight. She moans into my mouth, her tongue battling against mine.

I devour her mouth like a starving man, savoring the taste of us. Francesca melts against me, her soft curves molding to my hard body.

“Fuck,” I growl against her lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”