Chapter 68: Chapter Sixty-Eight

“What are you doing?” Gloria asked, her eyes going from his face to his spent dick to the screen in one fluid motion.

He shrugged. “I got excited and you took too long.”

“What is that?” she asked, pointing at the screen.

Frankie swiveled again as if he needed a reminder of what he’d been watching up until five seconds ago. “Oh, that?” Another swivel. “A present from Accardi. Your little crafting project?”

Gloria felt her cheeks heat. “No, it’s…” He waited for her to finish with a raised brow. She sighed and her shoulders dropped. “She deserves it.”

“She does.”

“She’s responsible for you being kidnapped!”

“She is.”

“And I got information from her that we didn’t have before.”

“So I heard.”

Gloria crossed her arms. “I thought you didn’t get off on blood and gore?”

“It wasn’t the gore, Vixen. It was the hot piece of ass delivering the gore.” He smiled wide and she felt her pussy clench at the lazy way his eyes ate up her body hidden by the soft robe tied around her. “You’ve already undressed for me, I see.”

She smirked. “I was going to coax you into the shower with me.”

He growled low in his throat. “You go through way too much effort to coax me, Vixen. All you have to do is snap your fingers and I’ll be panting on all fours like a dog for you.”

Gloria’s smirk turned to a grin as she lifted her right hand and snapped. He chuckled and crooked a finger at her. She walked toward him, noting that the video was still playing on the screen. His eyes followed her gaze but returned as she stepped up to him. He drew his knees together and pulled her forward onto his lap.

“Did you like it?” he asked, widening his knees so that she was drawn more fully against him.

“Watching you come undone because of me? Maybe.”

He chuckled and hissed as he moved her robe aside and his spent dick met her naked pussy. Her head fell backward as her wetness slid against the sticky result of his desire for her.

His lips trailed up her exposed neck while his hands went to work undoing the tie of her robe. “No, cutting that whore up.”

“I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it,” she told him, honestly. She gasped as his cold hands met the warmed skin of her stomach and traveled up to her breasts. Her nipples hardened as the pads of his thumbs swiped over them. “It had to be done.”

“Mmm, I know exactly what you mean,” he whispered against her collarbone. Her hands settled on his shoulders, careful not to disturb any of the various bandages crossing over them. She felt her robe slip from her body completely. “Take this situation for example,” he said as he lifted his hips upward and his hardening dick slid more forcefully against her folds. “Eight days. It’s been eight days since I’ve been inside you.”

“You’ve been keeping count?” she whispered on a moan as he continued to bring his dick to life through the heartbeat of her pussy.

“For your own health, Vixen,” Frankie replied. His hands dropped to her ass so he could move her hips in a rhythm he approved of. “It’s not good for a virgin to go too long without fucking so close to losing it.”

“That’s just an old wives’ tale,” she informed him.

“Is it?”

“Mmm,” she responded as his fully hardened dick threatened to enter her with each stroke of his hips.

“Better not to find out, though, wouldn’t you agree?”

Frankie suddenly shoved her off. She stumbled back a few steps. He slowly stood and she tried to ignore the way he winced as he did so. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her forward. Her palms smacked against his chest as his mouth crashed against hers. Her body threatened to liquify as his tongue wasted no time invading her mouth. God, she missed the way he tasted when he was eager for her. Her fingers tightened, digging into some of the bandages and his teeth sank into her lower lip in response.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Frankie growled against her lips.

Before she had time to catch her bearings, Frankie whirled her around and shoved her forward. She caught herself on her palms, her face nearly pressed into the screen still showcasing her creating patterns on Bridget’s skin. Frankie’s fingers swiped through her heat and he groaned.

“Fuck, Vixen, you get so wet for me, don’t you?”

She whimpered, unable to form words as his fingers slid out of her. She closed her eyes while he pressed the tip of his manhood to her entrance, then cried out as he entered her in one swift thrust. His fingers flexed against her hips as she stood up on her toes for a better angle.

“Shit, I guess you were right,” he growled as he slid out and back in without any hint of resistance. “It is just an old wives’ tale.”

“Frankie,” she panted, urging her hips up, encouraging him to move.

“Did you miss my cock as much I missed your pussy?” he asked as he picked up a slow, torturous pace.

She groaned, thrusting herself back against him, trying to communicate without words that she needed more.

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re being demanding, Vixen,” Frankie growled, holding her hips so that she could only move how he wanted her to. “If I didn’t think I would disembowel any man who saw you naked let alone stuck his dick inside you, I’d love to watch how you come undone.” He continued his slow pace as if he were punishing her for something. “Wait.” His movements stopped altogether and she whined. “Don’t move. Not an inch, do you understand?”

Frankie leaned over her and typed something out on his computer. Gloria was breathing heavily, the headiness of her desire threatened to choke her out, especially with his added weight on her back. The feel of his skin caressing her spine made her body ache. She shifted forward slightly and slid back, the cool wood of his desk sending shocks of pleasure through her nipples and down her body. Frankie’s weight disappeared from her back and a resounding slap filled the air as he spanked her.

“Ow!” she shrieked, trying to pull away only to find she had nowhere to go.

He tsked with disapproval. “I said no moving until I’m ready.”

“Frankie, please,” she begged.

“I’m almost done, if you would just mind.”

She waited, her body coiled tight as he remained buried within her. She waited with bated breath for him to finish whatever he was up to. Her heart soared as he finally sat back and he wrapped her hair in his fist. He tightened his grip, forcing her head back.

“Open your eyes, Gloria. I want you to watch.”

Gloria reluctantly opened her eyes. Her face heated as her vision focused on the video in front of her. It was another security feed. Only this one was live. And it was streaming from the camera in the room he currently had her bent over in. She watched intently as Frankie pulled back and entered her harshly. She gasped and her spine curved. Frankie purred, the vibration carrying up her nervous system and threatening to force her eyes closed. But she didn’t want to close her eyes. Her pussy clenched around him as she watched in real time as Frankie slowly took her from behind.

“Is that turning you on?” he asked.

She watched as his head dipped down to observe his own slow exit and entrance. Fuck, yes, it was turning her on. Watching his dick enter her, filling her while she felt it at the same time was pushing her toward the edge faster than she ever thought possible.

“You like watching, don’t you, Vixen?”

“Oh, God…” she whispered as he let go of her hair so he could grip her hips with both hands.

“You want me to fuck you hard and fast now so you can watch yourself come around me?”

Gloria nodded, licking her lips in excitement. It was enough approval for him. He pulled out slowly and she watched each inch of him leave her body. Then he rammed forward and it was hard not to close her eyes with the sensation. He hammered into her, one powerful thrust after another. She pressed her palm against the wall behind the monitor to keep from face-planting into the screen. She watched as her feet threatened to leave the ground with each slam of his hips against her ass. His balls slapped against her clit, sending a sweet sensation of ecstasy through her belly. His dick entered her deeply, almost in a painful way that made her whimper each time he bottomed out.

He lifted one hand from her hip to run it through his hair and she could tell he was tiring himself out. No amount of lust and desire could help him maintain a stamina derailed by a week-long hospital stay. She started to help him, pressing her hips up to meet each of his thrusts. Frankie groaned and his remaining hand left her hip to settle behind his head with the other. The image of his torso stretched out, her back arched as she fought to maintain the same pace he’d begun, made her legs shake.

She noticed the image of herself starting to coil tighter. Her fingers constricted into a fist and then Frankie trembled violently. He grabbed her hips again in a punishing grip that stalled her efforts. One harsh thrust all the way home. Gloria gasped and her eyes shut. His fingers tightened further with another thrust to the hilt. He came inside of her and she opened her eyes to watch him through the monitor: his head held back, his eyes squeezed shut, the chords of muscles in his arm and stomach bunched and straining.

“Come for me, Vixen,” Frankie growled, his head still back and his eyes still closed.

One abrupt pull back and a harsh thrust forward that hit deeper than ever before. Gloria gasped as her own climax crept up.

“Fuck, just like that. Come on,” he encouraged with one more thrust that finally sent her over the edge.

Her knees wobbled, pleasure racked up her spine. She felt his fingers clasp her chin and lift her face up.

“Look, Vixen, look at you,” he demanded.

Gloria opened her eyes to glimpse the creature trembling against the desk while Frankie continued to rock into her, helping her ride out her climax while she watched.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her shoulder blade.