Oh yeah, that. "I fell asleep at Paris'."
"You didn't call and you didn't pick up your phone, I was worried." His hand had inched up to her hair now gripping her scalp, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her aware of him.
"I'm sorry sir," she said meaning it, a tremor running through her.
"Mmm-" he murmured low in his throat, He’ll punish me now. She was already starting to shake, her body swaying into his. "Well you did come straight home for breakfast”, his hand traveled down her body squeezing here and there. "Tell me Francine, were you running from me again last night?" His hand is on her breast now squeezing a bit too hard, pulling her against him, making her gasp,"Sir-" she remembers the last time she ran from him, it won't just be a spanking this time, the switch, the discipline, "Please-" his hand reaches in her top to squeeze her nipple "don't think just answer." Don’t think about the switch Francine.
"Yes, maybe."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid." But so wet.
"He soothes the little hurt in her nipple with his palm,"
“Shhh it's ok."
His palm is warm on her skin now. "But you must always come home to me Francine, so I can keep you safe, Promise?"
"Yes sir."
"Good girl. I’m going to let you go now and let you enjoy your day. I've made reservations and plans for us later. I bought you something I'd like for you to wear.” He turned her around to face him, his lean body is hard, his kiss is hot, possessive. The front of her body was cool when he released her, he smiled down at her, devastating in his male beauty. She watched him after his back was turned. He crossed the kitchen and and headed up the stairs. Off about his business. Bastard.
She turned back toward the sink trying to slow her breathing, thinking about their strange conversation. Okay, this time she hadn't meant to run from him, not exactly, but it's like since he'd been back her life had gone from sensory deprivation to sensory overload, all of her senses a-go. It was too much too soon and she didn't know how to handle it.
All this time she had wondered and hoped he was OK. Now here he was, but like an invisible force he was slowly taking over, invading her personal space. She didn't know how to explain it exactly, she just knew she wanted it to slow down.
She looked outside at the neatly manicured lawns of her gardens, her plants all in a row, her mind now scattered. Had he really been worried last night? About her? Maybe he had a point about that. She had been alone for so long, When was the last time she had lived with someone? She might be a little rusty on etiquette.
She shivered again, thinking about his voice, her response to it. He was really something else. He could've asked her to get on all fours submissive and she’d of done it. To hell with the consequences! Safe words were all fine and dandy, but maybe it was best not to push him too far until she was sure where she wanted this "thing" between them to go. She ran soapy water over the dishes thoughtfully, deciding to save Rita a little elbow grease.
The water was warm and soft against her fingers, the soap fragrant like green apples in the spring. Well, she slowly realized, smug bastard, he knew her buttons, she knew his too. She'd be on her best "behavior" for the next while. He'd find no fault with her, yeah right - a voice inside her said. Well, she could try. She had missed him after all and they had a date tonight- a date. Wow. She sighed, more confused than ever.
Chapter 34
The Cay was a beautiful modern restaurant in Georgetown right on the D.C harbor. It had panoramic vista views of the water and was warm, inviting and intimate. Seated only 75 exclusive diners at a time. The manager greeted them personally after they were seated at a lovely table watching all manner of nighttime sea traffic move lazily by.
Over the fresh seafood and wine Francine began to talk about what she’d been up to. “I've published some of my research I completed, while I was with you, and I've been lecturing too. GW offered me a position as an adjunct. I'm trying to decide if I have the time, with the business and all.”
“Didn't you buy the business because it allowed you a place to do your academic research?” asked Karl.
“Yes.” said Francine, her brow furrowed. “You see how complicated things can get.” They both laughed.
“Yeah, I know about business and it’s complications.” said Karl. Oh yeah, I guess he did, thought Francine. Someone opening up a slave shop in a few of your holdings when you're a conservative family interested in politics and banking. That might complicate business.
She decided to keep talking, wanting to lift that shadow from his face. “Anyway, the professorship, I could give back, mentor the young people coming along now. I’d like that.”
"That's great Francine, you should. You're smart, so fucking smart.” He looked across the table at her in her pretty red dress with the spaghetti straps, her hair done up in an intricate bun on her head and wondered to himself ironically if they would have ever met in the “real world”. They were both hermits. Her with her “research” and him with his numbers and odd lifestyle...
After dinner he escorted her back to his new car, letting her in the passenger side of the brand new Titanium Silver Metallic BMW 550i xDrive sedan. She leaned back against the leather seats remembering her response when the salesman had pulled up to her house with the the car simply asking Karl to sign before dropping it off.
Seeing the expression on her face he had simply said, “I had to have something to take you out in Francine. Can’t be runnin’ around in cabs all the time like some animal!” And had taken his keys inside the house.
After a moment of recovery she had called after him, “At least put it in the garage!” Crazy fool...
The satellite radio played soft music in the background and was lulling her into more revealing conversation. “I’ve been keeping up with my self defense.” she said.
“Oh yeah?” He said not really surprised. “That’s good! You were really good at it Francine.”
“Yeah?” she said looking over at him.”Maybe later I could show you some of my moves?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” He said not able to resist, “the last guy I remember you showing your moves to didn't fair too well.” It took her a minute to realize who they were talking about then laughed despite themselves.
“Oh God! I can’t believe I’m laughing about that!” said Francine her hand over her mouth.
“Yeah, Frank friend said he was a trip when I dropped him off, trying to convince everyone at the station,” Karl changed voices, “NO officer really, I was trying to rescue a sex slave who gave me a black eye, OK, two black eyes. - And almost punctured your lung? “Well she must of been brainwashed officer.” They both laughed until tears came from their eyes picturing it. The car glided smoothly through traffic, the lamps above glowed above them lighting the way home.
“You were a great student Francine,” said Karl, one hand casually gripping the wheel, “no surprise there.” Shortly after he pulled up to the farm house, using the remote to open the garage and slipping the BMW inside it’s darkened depths.
Once inside the house he looked at Francine, she was still slick and sassy in that dress and those shoes with their high heels. She made it as far as the kitchen where she sat down her purse on the the island before she found herself turned and swept up in a dramatic kiss, he smelled sooo good. His own musk spiced with just a touch of aftershave and expensive mellow cologne. Her hands crept up around his back pulling him closer and despite herself she rubbed herself against his tightly muscled body enjoying it’s planes and dips for several moments before forcing herself to pull away.
Oh Shit, he knew knew he hadn't read her wrong, not his Francine, no sex yet, he got that, what was she doing? He’d missed the taste of her so much. He moved his kisses to her neck, nice and slow, not too fast, he’d just take a taste, just a taste, he bit that place on her neck, that place she liked, she felt her pussy clench in answer wanting him so badly, clutching him tighter.
“Yeah sweet girl,” he sa
id feeling the response of her swaying groin, only one thing would make this perfect.” He felt her, still reaching for something... “Francine, what are you doing now? Francine, stop, we won't need a condom.., but then she pulled out... hallelujah. “Francine, you naughty girl, FUCK yeah!” She had pulled a long red silk scarf from the drawer next to them.
Snatching up the scarf and lifting her in his arms he carried her with her arms and legs wrapped about him to the living room their lips pressed hotly together, too eager to wait to go upstairs.
He pulled off her pretty red slip dress before securing her wrists comfortably, but firmly to one of the arms of the couch. Then he pulled up her dress and looking down he saw, “Oh fuck Francine, you are a naughty girl!” She looked down shyly, on her slim shapely form was a thin red g-string covering her still shaved sex.
“I wanted to feel sexy for our first date Master.”
“Oh my God Francine, walking around like that all night, I might have never have known. I’ll have to pinken your bottom for keeping secrets. Turn over on your knees.” Her brow furrowed and she moaned in anticipation, worry, it was hard for her to to tell sometimes what she was feeling sometimes when he said things like that. All she knew was that she missed it, and she was already growing wet, was already ready to feel his hands on her bare bottom.
He had said just pinken, best then to get on with things before he interpreted any hesitation as delay “Yes master.” She said turning over, not having to wait before feeling the first warm slap over one exposed cheek. His palms were as big and threatening as she remembered.
“The next time you wear this I want you to show me.”He said.
“Yes, Master.” She answered, again feeling the sharp pain.
“Things like this are not just so you can feel sexy.” He slapped the other cheek.
“Yes Master.” She responded and moaned.
“Don’t even try it Francine, I’m not even smacking you that hard.” and with that he whacked her just a bit harder. She pulled a bit away her hands still bound.
“If you pull away I’ll find a way to restrain your legs too Francine, you know I will.” She whimpered. “Open your legs.” She did and he put a finger inside the minuscule ruby panties, finding her creamy and wet. She was moaning now, falling deeper into her heat, pulling against the bonds. “Stay still little submissive, don’t move.” She tried her best, groaning in response. His hard, heavy hand spanked her sharply again and she gasped wanting to press against the warm thick fingers pressing and moving about her clit, but not giving it nearly the stimulation it needed to send her to organism, she knew it would be way too soon for that.
She also knew that on some level that by denying him the pleasure and full use of her tight little body for the first time was really making him crazy and oh fuck, she would pay. She would pay, pay and pay, with another shiver of trepidation she realized the first payment was coming up due right now. “Why’d you use your safe word Francine?”
She had thought about this, was just hoping it would not come up in this type of circumstance. Oh well, he had given her all night to bring it up on her own. “I was afraid Master.” He smacked her bottom again for good measure, just to keep her off balance.
“Please sir!” her bottom was really hot now.
“I want that bottom to stay pink Francine, and I like the way it looks around that g-string.” His voice gentled. “Now tell your Master, what are you afraid of?” Suddenly, it was dragged out of her lying there, exposed, “That you’ll leave Sir.” and she felt hurtful tears threaten even as the desire continued to flood her traitorous body. “That you’ll leave.” She said again more quietly.
He turned her back over onto her back and placed one of the couch pillows under her hips before looked into her hurt dilated eyes. “I won't leave you Francine, my little submissive, I love you.” He pulls the g-string down over the sexy blocky heeled shoes he kept on her feet. She has great legs his little sub and they’re wide opened them to him. Not able to wait any longer he put his tongue on her hot center, working her over, as she struggled vainly, helplessly in her bonds.
Her heeled feet were at his back and he was like a dark cougar lapping at his own personal dark pool between her wide spread knees, his tongue was working it’s terrible dark magic. Soon her back was arched, her fist clenched in her bonds, breast thrust to the ceiling.
All he’s allowed her to say is either her safe word or his proper address during their love play so the only sounds in the room were his succulent licking and her soft, hungry voice as she softly begged, “Master, Master.” over and over again.
When finally she WAS orgasming against his mouth, against his strong arms and he’s wrung every thrust, every spasm, every tremor he could from her poor pleasure tortured body - neither one of them was aware that they are being watched.
In fact two eyes had been watching them from right outside the window the whole time.
* * *
No matter what she seemed to say he never seemed to be deterred, they both knew it made her crazy. When it came to Paris, Frank seemed to have a one track mind; Francine had to admire his gumption. Unlike most guys for some reason Frank didn't seemed put off by Paris acerbic nature toward law enforcement, casually reflecting her verbal barbs.
“Oh fuck Frannie he’s back again.”
“Who?” said Francine innocently.
“That damn Frank.” And he was back again. Like Karl he was dressed casually for a summer day off. Karl was a in cargo shorts and short sleeve V neck shirt, Frank a little more rugged in relaxed fit jeans and a t-shirt. Paris waited until he was just within earshot and said, “What is the FBI agent so slow that he needed directions to find his way home this morning?”. It was the weekend and Frank did happen to time his visit the same time as Paris’ bi- weekly flower raid on Francine’s nursery. Paris referred to her constant pilfering from Francine's garden as "borrowing- with no intent to return." Legally it probably did sound better that way. To Francine it still felt like she was out a little profit, but what did she know about the law?
Thinking that leaving the three of them downstairs might not be the best idea she said “Frank, I signed the documents you asked for, if you could come in the office I could get them for you.”
“Sure.” He said. Stealing one more look at Pairs he followed her to her office leaving Paris and Karl alone for the moment.
Paris looked flustered, uncomfortable, clearly this was a woman that was not used to expressing the wider range of emotions. “I've looked into those men, that took Fran, what they were doing to women and what you did, rescuing and taking care of Frannie, it's hard for me, I mean I don't really know how to say, thank you-"
Francine came into the room, the air felt heavy; "What's going on here?" she asked.
Paris' face lightened, "Oh, nothin' Frannie, Karl here and I were just coming to an understanding.” She said, Karl gave a slow nod in response. OK.
Since most of Paris' "understandings" ended with someone either losing a lot of money or writhing on the floor in pain Francine decided it beat to diffuse the situation, Although, the look on Karl's face was one of appreciation and respect, not something Paris often inspired without the fear. “Paris how 'bout we go outside so you can check out the orchids?” Best to get along while the gettin' was good. Of course Paris could not resist one more verbal shot at Frank (under her breath) before leaving, Francine giggled despite herself.
He watched Paris lift the white plastic looking, limited edition galoshes, with pink breast cancer awareness ribbons floating every which way, off the floor, and allow herself to be led outside. Once there she disposed of her fancy pumps and slipped on the galoshes clomping behind her adopted sister into the garden at a quick pace. He had wondered who those belonged to, they being a size or two too big for Francine.
* * *
The two men followed the ladies out and sat on the patio where they could keep an eye on them trudging through the flower beds, their voices barely per
ceptible from the gardens. Karl was watching Francine through his Oakleys, Frank was watching Paris through his Ray Bans. He was always watching Paris, drawn like a moth to a flame the tall leggy brunette had become acquainted with Francine while she continued her self defense classes.
Paris had been taking classes even longer than Francine and took it very seriously. Now there was a reason to get “lawyered up” if he ever saw one. The two men sat outside on Francine's porch sipping one of Karl’s imported beers. Not able to resist ribbing him Frank said to K, “Your Francine has a nice ass.”
"Uh huh. Watch yourself." warned Karl.
"She up for a threesome?"
"You up for an ass kickin'?" Rebounded Karl, “besides, I know you're all worked up about our Miss. Paris.”
“Well, now that I can’t deny, and might I say for an undercover you’ve done a lousy job getting information for me about our Miss. Paris. You're supposed to be subtly asking Francine.”
“Mmmm, still don’t know, she might be a vanilla or maybe even a Domme the way she carries on.”
“A Domme, parish the thought! Vanilla?! Well, shit! Did you hear the way she was talking to me earlier? He crossed his arms over his chest as he recalled her honeyed voice saying just loud enough from the foyer before she exited the room with Francine. “I swear Francine he’s a biscuit, look at how he parked his truck! The FBI must serve up dumb for breakfast.” He was still smarting under the insult. He snatched up his beer in frustration, “One Dom to another, makes me wanna run for some cuffs and a switch, a nice wide belt, somethin'."
"Mmmm." Karl grunted thinking of his own current restrictions and Francine’s especially good behavior, before taking another sip of his own beer, his own situation was so distressingly disappointing.
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