Chapter 45: Chapter Forty-Five

Gloria felt something hard pressing against her butt. She squirmed a bit and heard a groan in response. Featherlite fingers traced down her arm and played with the waistband of her panties. Hot breath fanned the shell of her ear.

“Wake up, Gloria,” Frankie whispered. Her body relaxed at the sound of his voice. “I want to touch you but I don’t want to scare you so I need you to wake up so you know who is about to have you start your day screaming his name.”

“Frankie,” Gloria whispered, her hand smoothing over his as it slipped below her underwear.

“That’s right, Vixen,” he whispered, his voice low and hungry. “That’s a good volume to start at. Let’s see if we can get it higher, hm?”

Frankie’s middle finger slid between her folds and she stiffened as she was assailed with memories of how someone else would do the same thing before she would be examined. He withdrew his finger, ran his hand up her torso and clasped one breast as his mouth left kisses along her bare shoulder. He pulled away so that he could shift her to her back and situate himself on top of her. His dark eyes were nearly black as he lowered his mouth to kiss her. His cock rubbed against her core over the layers of their underwear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, grasping tightly as he rocked against her. He raked his teeth over her bottom lip and sat back.

“Eyes on me. Don’t close them, do you understand?” he asked. She nodded, unsure what he meant to do.

He licked his lips and lowered them to her collarbone. She inhaled sharply as his teeth grazed her skin. His mouth traveled down, over her chest. His hands palmed her breasts as his mouth continued lower still. At her navel he looked up to make sure she was still watching and maintained eye-contact as he pulled her panties out of his way. Her hips rose out of instinct, allowing him to shimmy the cotton fabric down her thighs. His dark eyes were still on her, gauging every microexpression, every twitch, every blink as he discarded her panties somewhere behind him. He moved his body further down the mattress and proceeded to lay on his stomach. Gloria sat up but his palm flattened against her stomach and pushed until she laid back down.

He broke eye contact so that his gaze could fall to her core. “Eyes open, Gloria,” he reminded her though his regard remained focused on the junction between her legs.

Frankie pushed her knees apart, splaying her wide for him. Her legs tensed but his fingers were gentle as he ran them up her thigh. He glanced up once, just to make sure she was obeying his command before his head dropped and his flattened tongue swiped up along her pussy. Gloria pulled air through her clenched teeth, her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides, her hips rose up and she squeezed her eyes shut as the single brush of his tongue awakened her lust and desire for more.

“Eyes open.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Eyes open or I stop.”

Gloria fought to orient herself. She took in several gasps of air before she forced her reluctant lids open and stared at the ceiling.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Gloria nodded, signalling that she’d heard him and glanced down to find him watching her with wicked intent. He smirked, the slight pull upward of his mouth on the right side. He didn’t say anything else as he dropped his head back down and repeated the move from a minute earlier. She gasped and fisted her hands tighter. Then his lips suctioned around the little nub at the upper portion of her pussy and she moaned, raised her hips up without a will to stop them. His tongue dipped back down, ran up and circled the sensitive bud. He repeated the maneuver until she could feel her arousal flooding his mouth and running down her thighs. Her hips moved in time with him. And then he shifted and, as her hips rose up, she felt him insert two fingers.

“Frankie,” she gasped. He hummed against her and the vibration carried up her spine. “Oh God, Frankie.”

His lips came away and she stared down at the mess she’d made on his face while his fingers continued to pump into her with the rhythmic thrusts of her hips.

“Better, not quite loud enough. I want to feel the windows shake, Vixen,” Frankie encouraged as he dropped his head again.

She felt his teeth rake over her flesh and her hands released the sheets to grip his hair. She found herself forcing his head down, chasing the feeling his tongue and fingers were awakening within her. She had no idea her body could instinctively know what to do like this. Something she’d never prepared for, never even seen in porn, threatened to make her vision go black and her nervous system short circuit. A moan from him vibrated against her and she trembled beneath it.

Gloria applied more pressure to his head, holding him down to the point she wondered if he could even breathe. Wondered, not cared, because all she wanted was to cum for him. She knew that’s what he was waiting for. He would stay down there all day if he had to. His fingers inside her curved and hit a spot that made her hips stall for a moment only to restart with a faster pace. His tongue flicked, licked. His lips sucked and his teeth raked and all along she fought to keep her eyes open, to watch him destroy her pussy while she teetered on the edge of release. Then his lips sealed over her clit and sucked, hard. Her hips lurched off the bed, her eyes fell to the back of her head and her entire body shook as she was hit with an orgasm that locked every muscle as they waited for the rush of dopamine.

“Frankie!” Gloria cried as his mouth continued its assault despite her reaching her peak and toppling over it. “Frankie, Frankie Fra…”

His lips left her pussy and a moment later closed over her mouth, stalling her chanting as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her until she was spent and limp. His fingers left her core with her slickness dripping from them. He slid his hand up her body, coating her in her own cum and then wrapped around her throat all the while his tongue invaded her mouth, forcing her to taste how delectable she was when she came. He pulled away and smiled, letting her catch her breath.

“Good morning,” Frankie whispered before kissing her tenderly again.

“Is it morning?” she asked, her brain still fuzzy from her orgasm.

He chuckled. “Mhmm, I need to go to work.”

Frankie stood away, readjusting himself in his boxers as he strode to the bathroom.

“Wait,” she called, still limp on the bed.

He leaned against the doorway and smiled at her. “Yes, Vixen?”

“Wh-what about you?”

He walked back to her and leaned over her on his palms. “Today is a big day. I need my edge.”

“Sexual frustration?” she asked, doubtfully.

He hummed in agreement as his eyes perused her splayed nakedness. “Frustration is a good tool. Don’t worry. I’ll get my release on Vasiliev and Accardi later.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “It may not be as fun, but it will be a lot easier to provoke if I’m on edge. Trust me.”

“Okay,” she said, unsure of his methods. “Where are we going?”

“You aren’t going anywhere until it’s time to meet Vasiliev,” he answered as he walked back into the bathroom. “You’ll stay here where I know you’re safe so I can concentrate. You need a day of rest, anyway.”

Gloria scoffed and sat up. “Right. Like that will be possible.”

Frankie popped his head back out. “There is one thing you can do for me.”

“And that is?”

“Remember that list I asked you to make?”

Gloria blushed, remembering how he’d demanded a list of every dick she’d ever had in her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Get it written before I leave so I can put this frustration to use while I got it.”

Gloria shook her head and chuckled as he disappeared into the bathroom again and turned the shower on. She bit her lip, and smiled to herself as she thought of all the ways she could mess with him. She got out of bed, threw a robe on and went downstairs in search of pen and paper.