by Daphne Snow
Through the dark tinted window, she watched him in all his wealthy air. He placed a hefty tip in the man's hand and got the keys back from him with a slight nod in thanks. He was so different from her so very proper and it seemed like nothing could touch him.
He seemed invincible. Not in a heroic way, in a dark brooding if you think to cross him he'll take off a finger kind of way. Even if you beat him bloody he would still have the will to get up and smirk. She wasn't sure what to think of that.
Frannie decided to get settled into the car. Its soft seats sinking her into their depths the whole console was pitch black with warm brown accents it suited him she thought. Just like the car Carl had taken her in, this screamed luxury to her. She liked it sure but she didn't think she could fit in his world. Maybe he wanted everything from her but did she want everything from him?
She wasn’t wealthy but that hadn’t meant she wanted his money or his notoriety. She had seen the stares people were giving him the various glances of admiration and fear. He barely gave most of them a nod. If she stayed with him became a part of his life that meant all eyes would be on her as well and the idea of that was...scary.
On top of all that she still knew virtually nothing about him, except the fact he helped asylum seeking shifters. That fact if it were true really tugged at Frannies heart strings. It just added another point on the pro side of things.
He really was a good guy under all that blank cold facade.
After a moment he was quick to get into the driver's seat. He closed the door and the snow that had fallen on him melted almost instantly in the residual warmth of the car. He turned the key and the console of the car came to life glowing a blue hue with information.
"Do you need me to buckle you in?" She asked meaning it to be a jab but it just came out more suggestive than anything. The heat between them swirled in the small space. He looked at her, his piercing green eyes sparking igniting the inferno between them.
If he didn't wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his face she was going to wipe it off for him. It was doing things to her she would rather not admit.
"As much as I would like that I don't think you wanna spend the entire drive in my lap." His voice was low, a growl. Francesca couldn't help the blush that appeared on her face at that. He buckled himself in and then drove out of the spot. Though he seemed relaxed, his back against the seat and his hands loose on the wheel, his smirk had disappeared and he was concentrating on the quickly building snowy roads. Frannie appreciated that.
Alexander had put the heat on and it had gotten warm enough she removed her jacket folding it in her lap. Fey relaxed, no longer cold. Frannie didn't like to sweat, having a bear inside one's self could make that sweat smell a little more pungent than most. Not that she was looking to be prim and proper in front of her mate but she also didn’t want to reek. The action caused his head to turn and he eyed her. A look of passion in his gaze.
"Eyes on the road big guy. I don't really feel like dying tonight." He chuckled slightly at that and she smiled. The sound of even a small laugh from him pleased her. It sounded rough like he didn't laugh a lot and even he seemed to be taken a bit by surprise at it.
But reality reared its ugly head. She ran a hand through her hair feeling slightly damp spots when the snow had soaked in. She considered how to broach the subject and decided being forward was better.
"What happened back there?" She asked her back straight, voice serious.
"It's nothing you have to worry about." His face started to fall to its usual coldness. He was infuriating.
"If it's no big deal then why didn't we stay for dessert. And do not try to tell me there were rats in the kitchen because I know damn well that's a lie." She didn't yell, no reason as they were sitting right next to each other but she wanted to.
In classic Alexander fashion, he used her name to chastise her. "Francesca." She had to admit she liked it though. He was the only one who ever used her full name; it sounded so private and sensual coming from his lips.
But this was serious she had seen the way he interacted with people cold and off-putting to most. He never got angry though he just wore a face of distaste for others. In short, he was a grumpy bastard and Frannie thought it was cute. But this was outside what she had seen from him.
"No, tell me. You tell me you want all of me but how am I supposed to give you all of me if you won't do the same?" She was surprised at her own voice raised with frustration and the truth in her words.
He sighed and gripped the steering wheel tighter. It was a long minute before he spoke up.
"Do you know a Wilfred Kaiser?" He asked, his voice strained. She was surprised to hear that odd man's name. What did he have to do with anything?
"Yeah, I met him when I first came to your office."
“Did you see him this morning?” She shook her head not remembering seeing him at the breakfast table that morning. He breathed and a look of relief washed over him for a moment.
"He is being insistent on a deal we don’t see eye to eye on. He mentioned having seen you." Frannie hadn't seen Kaiser at the restaurant though. Maybe he had talked to him when she went to the bathroom. “You aren’t involved-” She cut him off quickly.
“Absolutely not. That guy gives me the creeps.” She shuddered thinking about him and Alexander huffed but said nothing more.
"Was that it? " Frannie asked incredulously. She huffed and looked out the window. Still, though it felt like there was more to that story than he was telling but she didn't want to push it. She didn't want to think of that man, Mr.Kaiser. He didn’t offer up any words anyways. The longer she sat in silence though the nag of not knowing all the details ate at her. It simmered and bubbled in her mind. It was all so sketchy.
"Actually you know what..” She started to say softly then her voice grew louder not exploding but clearly upset. “You ‘business’ guys are always hiding things and acting like nothing can touch you. Then you wake up mad at the world like Zelik. It's annoying. I don't care if you're my mate, if you wont be honest with me about everything and wanna put yourself on a pedestal I don't want you." They weren't going fast but the snow seemed to blur past them.
"Zelik Husik?" She whirled around to look at him, his eyes were still on the road but he looked upset and angry even. The clech of his jaw gave everything away. Geez, he went from zero to a hundred in a minute. And of course out of her whole speech that's what he picks up on.
Feeling like she was somehow treading on thin ice she cleared her throat. "Yea, Mina's brother."
"Are you two?" Again his voice felt strained like he was holding back.
"Us what? Like a thing? I mean I used to have a crush on him. Years ago though and I thought.” She stopped and annoyed with her need to spill her words to him, continued.
“We never were and never will be. We can hardly stand each other as it is." Benson relaxed at that. He placed a large hand on Frannie's knee closest to him and squeezed. His fingers digging into the skin feeling deliciously possessive.
"You are mine." He stated not taking his eyes from the road. There was not a single drop of hesitation in his voice. She shouldn't like that, shouldn't want it. Red flags obviously but she always thought red was a pretty color. He was turning her mind to mush. She wasn't thinking clearly at all.
"I never agreed to that. I get it we may be mates..." Her breathing stuttered as his hand so warm squeezed tighter before starting to climb up her leg to the middle of her thigh grabbing and squeezing gently as it went along. "But I never agreed to be yours. Especially if you're going to keep things from me."
"Then tell me no." His hand continued its adventure going farther up her leg and reaching under her dress. Her folds became slick as he neared her core. And this monster of a man sat there looking the most relaxed a man could be; whilst he drove on slippery roads and felt up his passenger. The fucker had that stupid smirk again the one that Frannie had to admit was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
She clutched
at the seatbelt strap unsure of what to do with her hands.
She couldn't say a damn thing because she liked it. She wanted him to touch her; she didn't have the willpower to stop him because it felt so damned good. For once in her life, Francesca Bianchi wanted to give in to what felt good. She didn't care if he was trying to make a fool out of her anymore. Didn’t give a damn about the mate bond or going home to California. She felt wanted and desired and she would relish in that. His unselfish hand on her felt so good. He left a scorching path as he touched her heating her skin to a near unbearable degree.
She opened for him only a small bit. As her mouth parted in desire she saw the surprise cross his face as she didn't fight him. “You're such a good girl Francesca.” Those words were so husky so necessary for her to feel like she was okay. It made her feel like he would take care of her.
She knew being this open with him physically so quickly was crazy. But what did it matter? No one ever made her feel this way. Why should she reject it? His hand continued to reach the front of the frilly lace panties she decided to wear tonight.
His deft finger slid under the fabric and played with the curls there. She moaned in acceptance of him and opened her legs for him a bit wider. Her blush spread as this all felt way outside of anything she would ever do. If he were anyone else she’d jump from the car and hike through the snow back to Mina’s.
He will take us; he will be our bonded male. Fey had whispered quietly not disrupting the pleasure Frannie was feeling but reminding her of what this all meant. This wouldn't end with a one night stand not if their mate bond had anything to say about it.
"That's my good little mate." His eyes drifted to her just for a moment before he looked back towards the road still in his relaxed reclined position.
"You know this isn’t fair." She gasped out, he gently started to run his middle finger between her slick folds. Her nipples peaked, becoming hard nubs in need of his touch. He circled her clit carefully not trying to give her too much too quickly. He knew just how she liked it.
"I know." He sounded proud so astoundingly proud and cheeky. She wanted to give him hell now. But as he slipped a finger into her she could only moan louder, one of her own hands going to cup her still covered breast and the other to grasp his wrist needing to touch him. She squeezed unintentionally and licked her lips before biting down on them trying to conceal the continuous whimpers and gasps that escaped her.
"You are making this hard Francesca." The growl that emanated from him was not lost on her; it made her shiver in anticipation. She started to move her hips on his finger trying to ride it though restricted due to the seat belt.
"Oh, driving or your cock?" There it was again she was too comfortable somehow with this gorgeous man next to her, she wasn't afraid. Not afraid to speak her mind and poke at him. To stoke the fires because she wanted to get burned.
He snarled "Both." She stared at him and down the length of him until her eyes landed at the bulge that sat hidden under his pants. It looked so big and she wanted that in her. Wanted to feel the full length of him in her fucking her madly and raw. She wanted to bite the pillow and feel like he was gonna fuck her through the bed. The images flashing through her head drew her higher, she rocked her hips faster.
He started to pump his finger in and out meeting her rhythm and she cried out as he added another large digit. His fingers were slick with her juices and felt so fucking good inside her the long length of them touching any and everything. Even her own self-pleasure had never felt this amazing. She lulled her head back on the headrest as he continued to pump his fingers into her.
"Mine. Francesca, you are so fucking sexy." She wondered how he could watch as he drove and then she looked at his rearview mirror. He had adjusted it to only show her. He was going to get them killed. But she couldn't think of that now. Not with his fingers in her curling to hit that spot normal men could find with a goddamn magnifying glass. She damn near shrieked but clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Don't Francesca I want to hear you scream. It's just us in here." That was new at least for her. Her exes told her they could barely stand to hear her talk at times let alone scream. But she obliged as she removed her hand from her mouth and then squeezed her covered breast again circling around her taut nipples.
She could see him lick his lips biting on them just a tad. Oh, fuck everything about him was making her wetter and hotter. Needer for him. He started to pump harder and her eyelids got heavy with the pleasure. She was nearing the precipice of an orgasm when he stopped abruptly.
He didn't remove his fingers and the car kept going. Okay, so they hadn't died. That's great but she really wanted to cum right now.
"Why'd you stop?" She questioned him frantically, her need for him not letting up. Then she wondered if this was the moment he would reveal himself to be playing games with her.
"Tell me you want me to make you cum. " He said calmly.
She started to try to grind on his fingers again only for him to press his palm into her mound to hold her in place. "What no just keep-"
"Francesca tell me." It wasn't a plea, not a beg he was demanding it. If she wanted to feel the embrace of a sexual high she had to obey.
"Alexander please make me come." The sarp inhale of his breath told her how much he needed that. He started up again, her body quaking as he went faster than he had before.
"Oh fuck."Frannie cried out again so close. And then he took the pad of his thumb and swirled her clit like a master at his art. Images fueled by her imagination and clouded her mind. Him fucking her over and over again. Her taking his cock in hand and sucking the life out of him while he was tied down, she wanted it all so badly.
With that, she came hard onto his hand shuttering clamping down on her breast. She felt her pussy close around her fingers and as she came he continued to finger her drawing out her climax. She was seeing stars for a moment before her vision cleared and she came down from the best and only orgasm she had ever gotten from someone else. Exes had tried but they just didn't know her body like Benson had, which is why foreplay never resulted in sex. It always got too awkward, but with him, it felt so easy so natural.
He removed his wet fingers and she whimpered a bit at the loss. She wanted him back but with something much bigger. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them each one at a time. Frannie almost came again with how strangely erotic that had been.
She started to close her legs before remembering her lace under garment. It was soaking and would probably soon start to get cold. She didn't exactly want a cold scratchy piece of fabric on her pussy that was always a weird feeling. So she lifted her bottom and shimmed the barely there fabric down to her ankles before kicking it off. She went to grab it to place it in the pocket of her jacket but Alexander grabbed it from her hands.
"Hey!" He said nothing to her as he placed the scrap fabric in his own jacket pocket and she looked at him slightly mortified.
"This is mine." She wanted to protest but what good would it do her. This man so far hadn't listened to her. That's what she told herself anyway, why she allowed him to keep it. Instead of the truth that she liked this side of feeling owned. His possessive touches and words were addictive
They awkwardly drove in silence for the next few minutes. In part, because she didn't know what to say to him. 'Thanks for blowing my mind with your hand. Wanna try your cock next?' Gods no she couldn’t. She told him that she would not sleep with him and even though now she really did want to, she wasn't going to change her mind.
Frannie knew the mate bond was the only reason he was interested in her, the only reason he felt possessive of her. She glanced at him as they started to pull into a driveway, the black filigree gate opening slowly.
She wanted him to want her. For her brain and her humor if he thought she had any. But she wanted Alexander Benson to want her for more than their sexual chemistry. Was that what it was all boiling down to? A thought crossed her, she was glad he didn't mark her back at the
restaurant.
Maybe he wasn't out to make a fool of her instead he wanted to get to know his would-be mate. Maybe he didn't mark her simply because he didn't want her. At least not in a long term way.
Her thoughts were going downhill fast. He wasn’t impressed with her and she had to admit though she was making a pretty shitty impression. But he just wasn't interested beyond the mind blowing sex they'd have. Or maybe they wouldn't even have that. The thought hurt her deeply and it shouldn't have. Her own parents couldn't come to love her; this should be no different.
Doing her best to distract herself she spoke up, her voice cracking still hurt by her own mind. "Is this your house?" He looked at her curiously.
"Do you like it?"