Dominated: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 4) (5 page)

“Yes, it is,” she whispered, a shiver running through her at the look in his eyes. She had never dreamed a man, even her husband, would look at her like that—like some priceless, beautiful creature he felt honored to have in his care.

Care
—that was the word. She felt cared for, treasured, protected. She felt safe for the first time in over a year, which was ridiculous considering the man who had been terrorizing her might be on his way here and this man was a complete stranger. But Frank didn’t feel like a stranger. Eleanor felt close to him, accepted and understood, a sensation that was nearly as drugging as lust.

And possibly as addictive.

“Thank you.” Frank pressed a kiss to her thigh as his finger began to tease at her rear entry, working in and out, in and out, until Eleanor was aching for more, actually wishing that he would penetrate her more deeply.

She moaned and lifted into his next thrust, giving him a clear invitation to take more, push harder, deeper. But he only smiled and kept up the teasing rhythm. He did, however, add a second finger to her pussy.

Immediately, her walls began to contract in response.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Let me watch you this time,” he said as her eyes fluttered and threatened to close.

Eleanor sucked in a deep breath and willed herself to meet Frank’s intense blue gaze as he slowly fucked her ass and her pussy with his thick fingers. The forced intimacy pushed away the crest of her orgasm, but made every inch of tissue between her legs throb even more fiercely. She had never been this aroused without climaxing, and wouldn’t have previously thought it possible.

It was like discovering there was another two hundred feet of mountain still to climb when you were sure you were already at the top.

“Just relax, let everything go.” He slowly, gently, pushed another finger into her ass. She fought against the urge to clench her thighs, struggling to ignore the slight sting as he pushed inside her body and established a deeper, firmer rhythm.

She was so full, so unbelievably full and hyperaware of the thin wall of flesh that separated the two parts of her body. It was wonderfully erotic, sensual as hell, but also terrifying.

She had never felt this laid bare or been this invaded by another human being. It wasn’t just his hands or where he put them or what he did with them. It was the intensity with which he surveyed her, demanding every last part of her, body and soul, be offered up for his pleasure.

Damn him, it was
his
pleasure, no matter that she was the one getting ready to come for the second time, and for some reason that knowledge broke something inside her.

Eleanor whimpered as she started to come.

Tears rushed down her cheeks even as her womb contracted in fierce, clutching waves. Frank wrung every last bit of passion from her body, coaxing more and more cream from her with gently undulating fingers, but his eyes never wavered from hers. He didn’t flinch away from her tears or her abandon; he continued to drink her in with eyes that promised so much more than any stranger could ever give her.

When her quaking finally began to give way to a more generalized tremble, Frank eased his fingers away

“F-frank, I—”

He didn’t let her finish, but silenced her words with his entire body. Before she could register that he was moving he was on top of her, crushing her back against the couch, claiming her lips with a kiss that stole the last of her soul from her body. She melted into him, every barrier in her heart crashing down as he angled his mouth and loved her with his teeth and tongue.

“You were amazing.” His hands roved over her body with an easy familiarity that sparked excitement to life within her again.

“I cried,” she said, letting one hand venture to the front of his loincloth.

He moaned as she stroked him for the first time, tracing the outline of his engorged cock. He was indeed enormous, more than she would have thought she’d enjoy—at least before tonight.

But hell, if her ass could relish two of his thick, blunt fingers, she knew her pussy could handle the hot shaft that now twitched under her curious fingertips.

“I want this, Frank. I want you,” Eleanor said, not afraid of what they were about to do. What they’d already done was more intimate than half the sex she’d had in her life.

There was no reason not to take this further, not to discover if the connection between them would be even more profound if he were to climax with her as he tunneled in and out of her core.

“Um…Captain? Are you ready for company in there?” asked a strange voice from some other corner of the room.

Eleanor’s eyes flew wide. “Who is that?” She scrambled to cover herself even as she realized it wasn’t necessary. Frank’s large body concealed her, but for some reason that didn’t make her feel better. She wouldn’t feel better until her breasts were back in their corset and something was covering her bare pussy. “Who, Frank? And where?”

“Close your eyes, Nate,” Frank ordered in a no-nonsense tone.

Eleanor peeked over his shoulder to where a young man stood just inside the door leading to the dressing room. The gangly redhead squeezed his eyes closed, gulping so mightily that his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his skinny throat.

“Did that kid just watch—“ Eleanor sucked in a breath. “Did he see? Did anyone else see?”

“No one saw anything. Right, Nate?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir,” Nate said, his eyes still closed. “The surveillance cameras were turned off as ordered.”

“See?” Frank tugged up her corset and pulled the laces tight. He then leaned over and pressed a kiss to the tops of her breasts before handing her both her panties and hot pants.

She didn’t have time to wonder at the tenderness of that kiss before he was up and on the move.

“What’s up?” Frank asked, rearranging his diaper, somehow managing not to look either ridiculous or ashamed as he crossed to the sink in the corner to wash his hands. For all she could tell, it was as if his subordinates caught him finger-fucking women every day.

Good God, maybe they did. What did she really know about Frank? She had no idea who this man was or what he was really about.

That was something she would do well to remember the next time she decided it would be a good idea to take her clothes off first and ask questions later.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Eleanor

Nate cleared his throat, but didn’t open his eyes. “Sir, the suspect is on his way up the outer stairs. He should be at the elevator in less than five minutes, arrival in ten.”

“Is the lobby staff ready?” Frank glanced over his shoulder, evidently checking to be sure that she was dressed. “You can open your eyes, Officer.”

“Ready and armed, and we’re ready back here whenever you say go,” the young man confirmed. Eleanor had to admit that it sounded like the Queen’s Guard had their shit together, even if she couldn’t say the same for the woman pulling their strings.

Then again, maybe Cindy had changed, maybe she really had sent this man to protect her and wanted to make amends. Maybe there was no other story, no selfish motive for her actions, just the need to mend a relationship that should never have been allowed to sour so completely in the first place.

“Right, and maybe I’ll win the Kingdom City Lottery and retire to the tropics,” Eleanor mumbled to herself before pushing to her feet.

“You can resume your position, Officer,” Frank ordered.

As Nate disappeared back into the hidden panel in the wall, Eleanor crossed to the fake plant in the corner. She had stashed a cattle prod back there not too long ago. She’d been too squeamish to use the device on the man who had brought it to her as a gift, but figured it might come in handy for self-defense.

“Where are you going?” Frank asked.

“I’m getting a weapon,” she said, pulling the instrument out from where it was buried in the fake moss at the base of the monstrous plant.

God, she hated fake plants. As soon as she worked somewhere that saw the light of day, she promised herself she would throw the hideous thing away.

“What is that?”

She held the pole up for inspection. “A cattle prod.”

“You don’t need a cattle prod.”

“Why, are you going to give me a gun?” She hadn’t shot a gun in ages, but the idea of holding one in her hand was tempting. If she was really going to meet the man who had been threatening her, she figured the more heavily armed, the better.

“Of course not. You don’t need a weapon,” he said, holding out a hand for the prod. “We’re here to provide for your protection. You just need to act naturally and go about business as usual until the guy crosses the line.”

“So I’m like…the bait?”

He lifted a shoulder. “In a way.”

“You were going to use me as bait, without even letting me know?” Eleanor asked, anger rising inside of her. It was all well and good to use her as a lure when she was on guard, but what would it have felt like to believe that she was in mortal danger before Frank and his boys burst in from behind the walls?

“It wasn’t my preferred plan of action.”

Eleanor frowned. “But you were going to do it anyway, because that’s the way
she
wanted it done?”

“There isn’t time to explain everything, I just—”

“There’s no need to explain. I understand.” She did understand and she felt like the biggest fool in the world. How could she have opened herself up to a man who was on her stepdaughter’s payroll? It was more than foolish; it was downright dangerous.

Cindy had proven time and again that she had nothing but contempt for Eleanor. Maybe ruining her reputation wasn’t enough any more, maybe she was after what was left of her life. There was still a chance that Frank wasn’t what he seemed.

What if he had been hired to make sure no one interrupted while the psycho who wanted to kill Eleanor went about his work? What if he were in charge of disposing of her body, and ascertaining there would be no witnesses? What if—

“Calm down, don’t let your thoughts start going to that place again.” Frank, the apparent mind reader, placed his comforting I’ll-take-care-of-everything hands on her shoulders. “You can trust me, I think I proved that a few minutes ago.”

A sizzle of arousal hummed through her, relaxing all of her muscles except the few still pulsing hungrily between her legs.

“I’m here to help you,” Frank continued. “I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.”

He took the cattle prod gently from her hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Eleanor’s eyes closed, her lips parted, and her entire body cried out for her to fall into his arms and never let him go.

But she forced herself to stand still, struggling to revive all those self-preservation instincts that she had once thought she possessed in abundance.

Psycho killer or savior, Frank was beyond her reach. They had shared a moment of passion, and that was all they would ever share. It was time to focus on the job at hand and forget that she had looked into his eyes and thought that she might get another chance at something she hadn’t had the courage to wish for.

“I’m going to the east dressing room,” Frank said. “My guy in the lobby is going to send the suspect to the west dressing room—”

“You have a guy in the lobby?” Her belly churned as she realized this was really going to happen. “But all of my staff are female, even security. It’s the Wicked Stepmother and her Stepsisters S&M Parlor. Everyone who comes here knows that. It’s part of the draw. Don’t you think the guy is going to be suspicious?”

“According to our research, the suspect has never been here before. We’ve been tailing him for about a week. We haven’t gotten a clear look at his face, but he doesn’t match up with any of the photos of your clients.”

“You’ve been taking pictures of my clients?” Eleanor’s mind raced as she realized how hard the shit would hit the fan if her clientele realized their privacy has been violated. Privacy was everything to her breed of customers. She was as good as finished when this news leaked. She might as well let her stalker slash her throat and be done with it.

“And I’d do it again,” Frank said. “I was trying to save your life.”

“What life am I going to have left when I can’t support myself?”

“I don’t have time to argue right now. Are you ready to handle this or do I need to remove you and deal with the man myself?” Frank asked in that voice that made her feel about ten years old.

She hated that voice—hated it and loved it, but mostly hated it.

“I’m fine, go ahead.” Finally, she sounded as cold and collected as she should have sounded from the second he walked in the door.

“I’ll be watching. I’m right behind that door if you need me.”

“I won’t need you. I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.” She met his hard look with a hard look of her own. This time, he broke first, turning toward the east dressing room with a frustrated sigh that, for some reason, gave her quite a bit of pleasure.

As Frank crossed the room, his hand reached down the back of his loincloth to pull out a small but deadly looking pistol.

“Shit,” she blurted out. “You
did
have a gun in your diaper.”