For all of us.
As Jonathan pulled out of her, bursting hot ropes of cum onto her belly with a triumphant cry, I rolled on top of her to replace him and slid my own desperate cock home in seconds.
I didn’t let go of Frankie’s throat as my full length notched into her pussy, the missing puzzle piece.
I wouldn’t last long, and I knew it, but I needed to feel her clench around me, so I snapped my fingers toward Devin, who had edged closer to the scene, almost fully hard again thanks to the way he was stroking his length. Preparing to finish her off once and for all.
Devin understood the communication. We’d talked about it a little this morning, to be fair, all of us a little uncomfortable with how turned on we were at the thought of Devin getting to use his preferred trick on Frankie later—adding a toy to the mix.
He pulled a large wireless wand out of a drawer, pressed the button so it buzzed, and Frankie’s eyes opened.
I adjusted, pulling my torso up so there was space for Devin to slide the toy in between us. It was unexpectedly devastating, separating my chest from hers, but the new angle as I adjusted and sat back on my heels was deeper anyway.
Then Frankie was screaming again at the first touch of the vibrator to her clit. I watched, felt her come apart yet again, a seismic shock that made me explode.
I didn’t pull out of her quickly enough. A creamy pool of cum dripped from her pussy, then the rest was spewing out over her labia, her dark private curls. God, it felt incredible, and the sight of my seed inside her only added to the glory.
I knew that it was a mistake on some level, allowing some recklessness into this, but in the glint of Frankie’s dark honey eyes, I could see she loved the danger as much as I did.
I watched lazily as the scene finished out. Devin took her last, giving her slower, sweeter strokes and whispering filth in her ear as he did. With the help of the wand, he wrung out yet another orgasm from her tired body—a gentler one, this time, that had tears spilling down her cheeks and whispers of“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Daddy”coming from her hoarse, exhausted throat.
Christ, we should be thankingher.
Should be worshiping her.
There was something different about this woman.
As we cleaned Frankie up, it turned into all three of us showering her in praise, telling her she’d done such a good job, that she was our good girl, that she’d made her Daddies so fucking proud.
And an ache in my chest developed, strengthening with each soft smile she gave. It made me want to give her everything.
The whole goddamn world on a silver platter. She deserved no less.
Fuck.
Jonathan carried Frankie back to her room after a while. To the guest bed we’d decided she’d stay in for the duration of her time with us. The poor thing was already half asleep, and her breath was evening out with deep slumber mere seconds after her head hit the pillow.
In just as short a time, I was leaving the penthouse. Heading out to the cold streets, searching without real purpose for some sort of trouble. Some way to be useful to the Buteras, who held my loyalty.
As I called a contact from my old life, the time before Anthony Butera took me in and I found belonging among his crew, the wind whipped past me. A cold reminder of who I was, the world I came from, and the world Frankie could never, ever know.
9
DEVIN
It felt weird, maybe a little charged, to be left alone in Alex’s penthouse with Frankie the next morning, especially after we’d all gone a little wild during her “punishment” last night.
Alex was off doing some mysterious task he’d never tell us about, which was typical, and Jonathan had an assignment from his father—something Anthony Butera wouldn’t trust anyone but blood to handle.
Which left me working from home on my techie day job, trying to think of anything but the woman in the other room, even while I was ostensibly keeping an eye on her.
It might have been hours after my friends and colleagues left, or might have been minutes. But eventually, the door to the office where I’d set myself up with my laptop and a black coffee cracked open and a lovely face showed itself there.
She wasn’t wearing makeup today, and while she looked just as unassumingly pretty as before, something about this fresh, younger-seeming face of hers had its own kind of appeal.
And it wasn’t just because I’d already become addicted to her taste, the feeling of her body with mine. Hell, we’d all become addicted. Even Alex, the cold-hearted bastard, couldn’t deny after last night that there was something different about Frankie Taylor.
And it wasn’t just that we owned her. Auction or not, at this point, she was fuckingours.After the life I’d led, I held on tight to the things that were mine.
