Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen
Frankie pursed his lips together. His grip on the makeup sponge tightened as he glared down at his objective.

“Frankie,” Gloria sighed. “Do you want me to do it?”

“No,” he growled. 

Gloria turned her head to the side and let out another sigh as she waited with her hands on her hips. It didn’t feel right. He chose to wear his boxer briefs and a long silk robe that covered his arms and legs for the purpose of obscuring his tattoos while she stood there in nothing but a three-piece lingerie set with matching satin bra, garter belt, thong and bondage cuffs with gold hardware allowing them to be hooked to various parts of the underwear. On top of that, he was supposed to use coverage makeup to essentially remove his ownership of her body. She had helped to cover the compass on his hand; now he was meant to do the same for her. But while covering his compass seemed necessary, this felt vile, wrong.

“This was your idea,” she reminded him.

“I’m fully aware of whose idea this was, Gloria,” Frankie grumbled. “But saying you want to use your wife as bait by dressing her up like a fucking snack and setting her into a cave with bears coming out of hibernation and actually doing so are two very different things.”

“Fiancee,” she said.

Frankie sat back and glared. Gloria had the audacity to smile and shrug. 

“I haven’t even been able to enjoy you and play with you in this outfit," he hissed. "I'm the only one supposed to see you like this."

“And you’ll be the only one, Frankie. This is just a way to trap someone. Coax them. Not fuck them. Alright?”

Frankie sighed. “I hate you for making me this way,” he whispered as he finally started to dab the makeup over his name on her skin. 

Gloria chuckled. “You pursued me, lest you forget.”

Frankie scoffed. “You cast some kind of Russian spell cause no sane man would willingly put himself in this position.”

“Hence why you chased me, Frankie Donati.”

He sat back. “‘Lest’? ‘Hence’?”

Gloria shrugged again. “I think it’s the lingerie. It’s making me feel fancy.”

“Mhmm,” he said, dabbing over the last bit of his name on her collarbone. “Alright, turn around,” he instructed. 

He had her face a mirror and put on her mask. He watched her through the reflection as her eyes were obscured and he tied the satin ribbon around her head. He then ran his palms over the skin of her shoulder and kissed her neck. They looked like polar opposites standing side by side: she in her feminine satin and lace, him in his full-length robe and polyester mask. But they weren’t meant to look like a couple. She was meant to draw the eyes of men, one man, while Frankie stayed in the shadows. 

“One more time,” he said.

She placed her hand over his that sat on her shoulder. She took a breath. “Stay in sight of each other. Look for Thompson. Once he’s found, make sure to alert the other. Try to woo him. Don’t go anywhere private.”

“With anyone,” he emphasized. 

“I can do this,” she assured him. 

“I know from experience you can, Vixen. It’s a matter of if I can let you,” he told her. 

Before he could change his mind, Frankie walked over and pulled the bell. Not even a minute later, someone knocked on the door. The man led them through the halls and stopped at an entry door. The man smiled big, told them to have fun, and pushed the door open for them. 

The music was subdued, a quiet pulse in the air as they stepped inside. The room was large, featuring a concrete dome ceiling. The space was about the size of a school’s gymnasium with a bar on one side and various seating areas scattered around ranging from dining table set ups, to couches, bean bags chairs, settees, lounge chairs, and alcoves with as much variety of furniture as the open space. Along the walls, there were numerous private rooms, their occupancy indicated by the lights above them. There was even a second level that circled the main area with more private rooms.

“Wow,” Gloria said, her eyes soaking up not the layout, but the various couplings going on around them. 

Though there were private rooms aplenty, that didn’t stop many people from acting out their fantasies right in the open. He could feel eyes on them, as if daring them to look, daring them to partake. Frankie took Gloria’s upper arm in a possessive grip as she licked her lips and gawked at the various scenes and positions she’d probably never witnessed before. 

“We need to find a place to sit, Vixen,” Frankie murmured by her ear. 

“What about over there?” she asked, subtly pointing to an area where a group of six people were interacting in a collective voyeurism orgy. 

“How about over here?” Frankie said, pulling her in the opposite direction toward a quieter side of the room closer to the bar. 

Frankie forcibly pushed her into an oversized scooped armchair. He glanced around like a lion watching over the small fawn he’d just caught, worried another big cat might pick up her scent. A waiter appeared beside him.

“Hello, can I offer you two a drink?” he asked.

“Uh, yes, actually,” Gloria said, raising her hand.

“Water,” Frankie interrupted. “For her. Whiskey for me, thank you.”

The waiter nodded and walked off. 

“Frankie…” Gloria warned. 

“Just… give me a fucking second,” he pleaded, glancing hecticly around the room, wrestling with the emotions warring within his stomach. 

Gloria’s hands smoothed over his back and turned him to face her. “We’re meant to be having fun, remember?” Her fingers curled around the collar of his robe and pulled him down for a kiss that loosened some of the stress tightening his back. “I thought you liked this kind of stuff,” she whispered against his lips, her voice husky, as if there was something in the air of the room making her aroused.

“I did,” he confessed. “But that was before I had something that was just mine.”

“I am just yours,” Gloria whispered, her breathing becoming longer. She wanted this, he realized. His little vixen was just that. His body grew heavy with the reminder.

“Remember that night I saw you with Polly?” she asked. 

“Yes,” he said, his body loosening further as he slid a hand around the bare skin of her waist to clasp her back and pull her closer. 

Gloria moaned softly. “It’s just like that, isn’t it?”

Feeling emboldened, Gloria pushed Frankie back until his legs hit the side of the chair she had been sitting in a minute earlier. He fell back and she wasted no time climbing over him and cupping his neck in her hands. Her mouth found his in an instant and she ground her hips against him. Frankie forgot where they were as her lips and tongue played him like a fiddle. God, how could she be so new to this yet, make him feel more than anyone else ever had. Her mouth moved to his neck while her fingers wove through his hair. 

“I was so jealous of her,” she confessed. “I wanted so badly what she had.”

Her pussy rolled along his erection through the thin layers separating them. 

“Fuck me, Vixen,” Frankie croaked out, not sure if it was a command or exasperation.

“I didn’t understand what made her want to drop down in front of you, though, where anyone could see.” Gloria sat back so their eyes could meet, hers more hooded than ever, the wetness of her core seeping through his robe. 

“Do you get it now?” he asked, raking his lip between his teeth. 

Gloria nodded. Her breathing was scattered now as he dared to test out the zipper along her panties. 

“They can watch,” he whispered, his breath fanning her face. “They can fantasize,” he continued, brushing aside his robe while the back of his hand ran up the outside of her exposed core. Gloria’s fingers pulsed against his neck, trusting him completely. He pulled his cock through the opening of his briefs and she inhaled a stuttering breath. “But they can never have you, can they, Vixen?” he whispered as her hips rose up and sank back down onto him. Both of them shook with the weight of their arousal. “Because you’re mine,” he vowed against her lips before sealing their mouths together. 

Frankie rose up to grip her back. His fingers dug into her skin as she rode him. He could feel the envious gazes of people around them. He could sense their tension rippling out, coaxing others to do the same. God, it was so fucking hot. God, he was so fucking lucky. He opened his eyes and his gaze connected with another man across the room who was watching Gloria’s movements. His partner beside him reached her hand out to stroke his cock to the rhythm Gloria moved.

“People are watching,” he told her. She whimpered. “They want you. They’re imagining what it must feel like to have my cock inside you.”

“Frankie…” she begged against his mouth. 

“Do you want to turn around so you can see what they’re doing?” he asked. She shook her head. “Do you want me to tell you? Do you want to hear how everyone is matching your rise and fall? The way you’re riding me? Or should I focus on teaching them a lesson in how to properly satisfy a woman, hm?”

“Yes,” she whispered, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as she rubbed her clit against him.

“Alright then,” he murmured, yanking her bra down enough on one side to expose her breast. 

He sealed his mouth over her nipple and she cried out, catching the attention of a few others who moved closer to get a better view. He could feel her pulling his hair from the roots as she held on to him but it only heightened his desire. He released her nipple to drag his teeth up her collarbone. He drove his hips up once, startling her with his depth and making her eyes fly open. Gloria gasped.

“Fr-Frankie,” she said around a moan as he continued to hit that deep spot within her. 

“What is it, Vixen? See something you like?”

“Sergei…” she breathed. His movement stopped, as did hers. “Sergei and Asher are here. They’re watching us.”