Chapter Eight Ashes and Embers.

For a moment, Frank didn't move.

He stood frozen at the door, hand still on the handle, back to me. The silence stretched so long I wondered if he'd heard me at all.

He turned slowly. The look on his face... I'd never seen him like this.

“Tell me you are staying—not because I blackmailed you, not because you have no other choice. Tell me you're staying because you want to."

"Frank—"

"I need to hear it, Jane. I need to know this is real."

I looked up at him, into the vulnerability in his eyes. This man who'd held a gun to my head, a criminal, a killer, had somehow become the only place that felt like safety.

"I'm staying because I want to," I whispered. "Because you're the first person in two years who made me feel like I could stop running.”

"And because I—" The words got stuck.

"Because what?" He moved closer, his eyes locked on mine, thumb brushing my cheekbone.

"Because I think I'm falling for you.”

The words hung between us, then he closed the distance.

He kissed me, softly, sweetly, tugging at my lips with his. He squeezed my breast, played with my nipple with his thumb. My body responded immediately.

I reached down and touched myself. I was so wet and aroused, my slick dripping down my thighs. I stroked myself, brought my fingers to my lips and tasted myself then slipped them back between my legs.

He softly bit my top lip, and sucked it.

I felt him harden against me.

I put a hand on his chest, pushing him back on the bed, sat on him and rolled my hips against his already hardened dick. I felt his fingers run over the back of my neck, the feeling spiralled down my spine. His lips came to my shoulder, not quite kissing me, just hovering and teasing me.

He flipped me over, mouth on my neck, teeth gently biting against my skin.

“I want you to call me daddy. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you daddy. Please fuck me.” He was going to ruin me and I wanted him to.

“No, not yet.”

He kissed me gently, then moved to the dip of my stomach and then lower—

 “Ahhhh…. Fuck.”

His mouth worked around my sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure building was mind-blowing.

Slowly he dipped his two fingers into my already throbbing pussy and then three stretching me and preparing me for what he was going to do to me.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, my thighs wrapped around his head. I let out a loud moan that was about to turn into an orgasm when he suddenly pulled away.

“Please… please…”

“Shhhhh”

He pulled down his trousers and let out his huge rock-solid dick. He spun me, dragged my hips back until I was on my knees, and drove into me in one brutal thrust.

One rough hand gripped my hips, slapping me back against him, the other fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. I could hear his balls slapping against me with every thrust. My hands gathered up the soft sheets, my teeth biting into the pillow.

He didn't stop. He kept slamming into me relentlessly until I was sobbing, trying to break away from the intensity. 

“I'm coming…”

“Not yet.”

He pulled away. My body shook, trying to recover from the sudden denial. This was a sweet-painful pleasure.

He dropped to his knees, tongue licking and diving deep inside me, thumb playing with my clit, I pushed back against his face as he licked me everywhere. I came instantly, thighs shaking, release spilling over his face.

He repositioned me again. My nipples were hard as tiny stones, and he gently bit them before driving inside me again making me shudder violently with extreme pleasure.

My hands were everywhere: on his nipples, his hair, his back. He fucked me like he hated me and loved me at the same time.

“Fuck, that's it,” he groaned.

He stopped suddenly pulling me to my feet. I dropped on my knees without thinking.

He pushed into my mouth slowly, inch by inch until all of him was inside. My eyes welled up with tears, saliva dripped down my chin. His hands were in my hair, guiding my movement.

“Ahhhh…. Take daddy down that throat.”

He pulled out, hauled me up, and threw me onto the bed. I landed on my back. He crawled over me, pushed my thighs wider with his knees.

One brutal thrust and he was inside me again. He fucked me rough. I wrapped my legs around his waist, took every powerful stroke until the bed was creaking and we were both sweating, panting and shaking.

I was babbling, swearing. “God! Oh my god! I'm coming again.”

My vision went white. I came with a scream, my pussy clenched around his dick soaking him and the sheets beneath us with the wave of my release. My thighs shook violently but he held me and kept thrusting through my orgasm, until I was sobbing from the intensity.

He growled my name like a prayer and a curse, his thrust turned sloppy and I knew he was close. He held deep while he came, throbbing deep inside me, filling me up completely with his come. I felt every pulse, every shudder, and tightened around him, drawing out his release.

We collapsed sideways, both breathless. His hands cupped my breast, thumbs circling my nipple, spreading the evidence of what we’d done.

I turned my head and kissed him slowly, tasting both of us on his tongue.

"Stay with me," he said. Not a command. A request. "In my room. In my bed.”

"I'm yours, Frank.” I smiled against his skin. 

And for the first time in two years I believed I could be safe. Could stop running.

Oxytocin levels: elevated

Serotonin response: optimal

Dopamine: off the charts

Diagnosis: falling in love

I melted into him, sore and ruined, and let sleep claim me.