Her Old-Fashioned Husband (5 page)

Yeah, but she felt she needed to work. She needed to contribute to their household in some way.

“You don’t need to be busy all day, Frankie,” Tom replied patiently. “I know you like to be doing things all the time, but you’re wearing yourself out. They work you
too
hard at your job. Wouldn’t you like time to go riding? And to visit your brothers?” He dangled the suggestions out like they were Swiss chocolates—her favorite. And it was tempting.

Frankie hated having nothing to do, but lately it seemed like she was running on caffeine and nothing else. She was overtired, wired and she needed a break. She knew they took advantage of her at work, getting her to do the job of two people simply because she was efficient and a hard
worker.

“I’ll think about it,” she acquiesced.

“That’s all I ask, baby. You know I just want what’s best for you, don’t you?”

Frankie snorted. “That’s usually what you say before I get a spanking.”

“Do you need a spanking?” he asked in a deep voice. Frankie shivered.

“Well, I have been a bit bad,” she said. She didn’t want a punishment spanking, of course, who would? But a fun spanking that led to amazing sex, now that she’d kill for right now.

“Hmm, I bet you have, I’ll have to take care of that when I get home won’t I? Turn you over my knee, bare that small bottom and take my hand to your white buttocks until they’re glowing red. Is that what you need, Frankie, my darling?” he asked, his voice making her shiver with need. Her nipples hardened.

“Tom!” she squealed, surprised by this side of him. He’d never spoken to her so explicitly.

“Do you wish I was there, honey? Touching you? Squeezing your breasts, rubbing my thumbs over your nipples, do you wish I was doing that right now?”

“God, yes,” she said. “Please, Tom.” She closed her eyes
and
ran a hand over her nipple, gasping at the feel of her own hand touching her hard nub.

“I can hear your breath
quickening, Frankie. Are you being a bad girl and touching yourself?”

“Yes,” she groaned as she pinched and pulled at her nipple. She lay back on the couch. “Please, Tom.”

They’d never had phone sex before. But damn, he was making her hot with all this. And she wanted more.

“Please what, Frankie?” he asked.

“Please
tell me more, I want to come
.”
She blushed as she said it, but there was no turning back now.

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” he teased.

“Please, please,” she cried. She couldn’t stand it. Although he’d only been gone a few days, she was aching for him, her whole body one giant nerve-ending, tingling, begging for release.

“All right, baby. Where is your hand?”
he asked

“On my breast, sir,” she replied with a groan.
The sir slipped from her mouth naturally. It felt right.

“Are you playing with your nipple?” he crooned. “Are you pinching it? Is it hard, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her insides melting.

He’d never taken charge in the bedroom like this before, but she couldn’t deny how turned on he was making her
.
And it didn’t surprise her. Tom was firmly in charge of the rest of their life. He
was the head of their little household. And that was the way they both wanted it. No matter how Frankie might try to wheedle her way out of punishment on occasion.

Frankie knew she could always rely on Tom. He would always be there for her, no matter what. Sure, he could be bossy and obstinate and he often made her do things, ‘for her own good’, damned if she didn’t hate that phrase. However, fertility issues aside, Frankie had never been happier and she wouldn’t change their life for the world.

“That’s my good girl. Are you naked, baby?”

“No,” she groaned.

“Get naked for me, honey.”

Ignoring the cool temperature, she needed to turn the thermostat up, Frankie pulled off her pajamas. The colder air hit her hot skin, making her shiver.

“Run your hand over your stomach, honey,” Tom told her.

Frankie pressed her palm over her stomach.

“Move down to your pussy, is it nice and smooth?”

“Yes, I just had it waxed.”

“Ahh, beautiful, in preparation for my return, very good. I want you to cup yourself, honey. Don’t touch your clit yet, though, just hold your palm over that sweet pussy.”

Frankie whimpered. She was on fire, she had to come desperately.

“Please,” she cried out.

“Listen to me, baby. I want you to stick me on speaker phone, okay? You’re going to need both hands. Do it now.”

With a groan, Frankie did as ordered then lay back on the couch.

“You’re on speaker.”

“I want you to put one finger deep inside that sweet pussy. Are you wet, darling? Tell me how it feels.”

“Hot, so hot,” Frankie told him. “I’m so wet. I need to come so bad.”

“Are you blushing?” he asked, sounding delighted.

“No,” she muttered.

“I think someone is lying to me,” he told her quietly. “You know what lying gets you, don’t you?”

Frankie’s butt cheeks clenched at the thought.

“Yes, sir.”

“I take my belt to that little bottom of yours, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t.” She hated the belt. She wondered if other men spoke to their wives this way. Did Heath tell Ava he was going to take his belt to her in such a seductive
voice?
Frankie threw that thought out of her head. Her brother did not belong in the room right now.

“You be a good girl for me and I might go easy on you.”

“Thank you
, sir
.”

“You’re welcome, honey. I want you to lie on your back on the couch, curl your legs up to your chest and split them wide. Tell me when you’re in position.”

Cheeks hot, Frankie did as she was told, grateful no one could see her in this position, open, vulnerable. Not that Tom hadn’t required she get into this position before. Sometimes, he just liked to sit and stare at her like this, with all of her private areas on full display.

“I’m in position, sir.”

“Very good. I wish I could see you, darling. You know how much I l
ike
to look at that pretty pussy.” The low croon of his voice soothed her at the same time as it excited her.

“Now put both hands on your breasts, I want you to cup them then squeeze and pinch those hard little nipples. They’re beautiful, your breasts, I could spend hours just nuzzling those breasts and licking those sweet nipples. How does that feel?”

“So good, sir,” she told him as she played with herself.
Damn, listening to his dark commands was a huge turn on. She was close to exploding.
“May I touch my pussy, sir?”

“Since you asked so nicely, yes you may. But you must obey everything I say and you may not come until I tell you. Now, pull your pussy lips apart with one hand. I want you to circle your clit. I bet that feels really good, doesn’t it?”

“So good,” she sighed. Tingles began in her feet, working their way up her legs. She was close, so close.

“Now press two fingers from your other hand inside that wet passage. Can you find that sweet spot inside you, baby?”

“I’ve found it, sir.”

“I want you to rub it with the tips of your fingers while you circle your clit. Are you doing as I say?”

“Yes, it feels so good, so hot. I need to come so bad, I can feel it growing. Please,” she begged. Her skin felt too tight, on fire, her blood bubbling, overflowing with heat.

“Not yet. Hold off. Be a good girl and wait until I say you can.”

“That’s so mean,” she complained, her breath coming in hard, harsh pants.

Tom chuckled. “You’ll thank me soon. Tap your clit now. How do you feel?”

“Like I’m going to explode.”

“Are you hot?”

“Yes, God, yes, please, sir.”

“Flick your clit harder, I want you to pump your fingers in and out of your passage.
Faster. Faster.”

Her head thrashed as she followed his orders, his words surrounding her, driving her higher.

“Come now, Francesca!”

She exploded, her body bucking off the couch as she screamed.

“Good girl, let it all out, come for me. Keep tapping that clit. Slowly now,” he crooned. “Come back to me now.”

Still panting heavily, Frankie fell back into the present.

“Oh wow.” She was exhausted, sated, satisfied.

Tom chuckled. “Feel good?”

“Shit, yeah.”

“Language,” he warned.

Frankie held back her sigh. She was in too good a mood to want to ruin it by moaning about his silly rule regarding her swearing.

“I love you, honey. I wish I was there.”

“I love you too, Tom. I miss you. It’s lonely here without you.”

“Why don’t you go spend tomorrow night with Heath and Ava, honey?” Tom asked with concern.

“Oh no, I’m fine. They’re busy preparing for baby number two. I’d just be in the way.”
And she wasn’t in the mood to watch Ava and her brother. She hated it, but she was incredibly jealous of how together Ava was. She was secure in Heath’s love and protection. She had Jaron and even though this pregnancy was putting her through the wringer, soon she’d be bringing another baby into the world.

While Frankie felt like she was a mess. She didn’t like her job. She couldn’t get pregnant and she was constantly worried that one day Tom would wake up and realize she wasn’t good enough for him.

“That’s not true, sweetie. Listen to me, I want you to hang up, go get cleaned up and I’ll ring you back in fifteen.”

“It’s too early to go to bed, Tom,” she whined. She looked at the clock, it wasn’t even nine.

“You need an early night, miss,” he said sternly. “I can hear the exhaustion in your voice and you’ve still got work tomorrow.”

“But I haven’t even had dinner.” Frankie knew it was a mistake as soon as she’d said it. She wasn’t even hungry, she was just trying to delay going to bed.

“You what?” Tom asked her, his voice darkening.
Shit. She was in trouble now. “Why not?”

“I was busy,” she defended.

“Doing what?”

Yeah, no way was she telling him about the pregnancy test.

“Just stuff,” she muttered.

“Not good enough. Were you even going to eat dinner?” he asked intuitively. Damn it. Having a husband who paid attention could have its downside. Especially when said husband believed in domestic discipline.

“Probably not. I hate eating by myself.”

“Not a good excuse, Frankie. We’re going to have a talk about that when I get home.”

Uh oh,
she mouthed to herself. She knew what he meant by
talk
. Sure, they’d talk. But the conversation would end with her over his lap getting her ass spanked.

“You have an hour to make yourself some dinner, get cleaned up and into bed. I will call you on your cell phone and I expect you to be in bed, ready for sleep. Understand?”

Exactly an hour later, Frankie’s cell rang.

“Hi,” she answered.

“Hi yourself, gorgeous. You in bed?”

“Yes.”

“I’m very di
sappointed in you, little girl,” Tom told her.

Immediately, she felt awful.

“You understand I’m not happy, don’t you? If I can’t trust you to take care of yourself while I’m away then I’m going to have to stay at home, aren’t I?”

She sniffled.
“I’m sorry. I’m worse than a child, aren’t I? Well, I guess that’s karma. I’m a childish brat who doesn’t deserve children and that’s why I can’t have any. Maybe you should stick a diaper on me and pretend
I’m a baby
,
it’s
the closest we’ll probably get. I should just disappear before you get
home;
give you a chance to find someone who’s not as fucked up as I am.”

Immediately, she froze. She couldn’t believe what she’d just said.

“Frankie?” She heard the shock in his voice. “What
are you talking about? I cannot believe you just threatened to leave me!”

In a panic, Frankie ended the call, star
ing at
her phone
it like it was a snake as it rang over and over. Then the landline buzzed. Frankie cra
wled under the covers, hiding herself away
.

What the hell was wrong with her? She hadn’t meant to bring up her failed pregnancy test. She wasn’t ready to do what was right and leave Tom, free him up to find a woman who could provide him with everything. And yet she’d told him just that.

God, had she really suggested he put her in a diaper? Was she going insane?