Main Attraction (5 page)

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

She moaned and lifted her hips into his next thrust, giving him the 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, and immediately she felt her walls contract violently in response.

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

Edna 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’d never been this aroused without climaxing, wouldn’t have believed 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 began a deeper, firmer rhythm.

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

She’d never felt this laid bare, 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.

Edna whimpered as she started to come—come and cry like a baby.

Tears rushed down her cheeks with scalding heat even as her womb contracted in fierce, clutching waves. Frank mercilessly wrung every last bit of passion from her body, coaxing more and more cream from her pussy with gently undulating fingers, but his eyes never wavered from hers. He didn’t flinch away from her tears or her abandon, only 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 from her body.

“Frank, I—”

He didn’t let her finish, but silenced her words with his entire body. He was on top of her before she could remember seeing him move, crushing her against the back of the couch, claiming her lips with his in a kiss that stole the last bit of her soul from her body. She melted into him, feeling every barrier in her heart crash down to the floor with shocking swiftness as he angled his mouth and loved her with his teeth and tongue.

“You were amazing,” he said, hands roving over her body with an easy familiarity that sparked excitement to life within her once again.

“I cried,” she said, even as she finally let one hand venture down to the front of his loincloth. He echoed her own moan as she stroked him, up and down, 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 to fuck me,” Edna said, the words not shocking her at all. What they’d just 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 know 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, um…ready for company in there?” asked a strange voice from some other corner of the room.

“Who was that? Where are they?” Edna asked, scrambling to cover herself even as she realized it probably wasn’t necessary. Frank’s large body concealed her almost completely, 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.

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

Edna peeked over his shoulder and wasn’t surprised when the young man standing just inside the door of the dressing room did just as ordered. The gangly redhead squeezed his eyes closed and gulped so mightily that his Adam’s apple bobbed painfully up and down in his skinny, no more than nineteen-year-old throat.

“Did that kid just watch— Did he see? Did somebody else see?” “No one saw anything, I promise you. Right, Nate?”

“Yes, sir, the surveillance cameras were turned off as ordered,” Nate said as Frank tenderly tugged up her corset and pulled the laces tight. He then leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her breasts before he handed her both her panties and hot pants with a firm hand.

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, coming to his feet, rearranging his diaper and somehow managing not to look either ridiculous or ashamed.

For all she could tell, it was as if his subordinates caught him fucking women every day. Good god, maybe they did. What did she really know about Frank? Despite the

unexpected way her emotions had gotten involved, she had no idea who this man was or what he was really about.

Something she would do well to remember the next time she decided it would be a good idea to take clothes off first and ask questions later, Edna thought as she struggled into her shorts.

“Sir, the suspect is on his way up the outer stairs, he should be at the elevator in less than five minutes, arrival in under ten.”

“Is the lobby staff ready?” Frank asked. “You can open your eyes, Officer.”

“Ready and armed, and we’re ready back here whenever you say go,” the young man confirmed. Edna 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.

“Right, and maybe I’ll win the Kingdom City Lottery and retire to the tropics,” Edna mumbled to herself before springing to her feet. Whatever was about to go down here, she wasn’t going to sit idly by and trust that Frank and the boys were going to take care of her.

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

As Nate disappeared back into the hidden panel in the wall, Edna crossed quickly to the fake plant in the corner. She’d stashed a cattle prod back there not too long ago. She had 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 at some point.

“Where are you going?” Frank asked, sounding suspicious. What right he had to be suspicious of her when
he
was the one with spies all over her place of business, she had no idea.

“I’m getting a weapon,” she said, pulling the instrument 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 damned thing away.

“What is that?” “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 rather tempting. If she was really going to meet the man who had been threatening her in the flesh in a few minutes, she figured the more heavily armed, the better.

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

“So…I’m like the bait?” “Sort of.”

“You were going to use me as bait, without even letting me know?” Edna asked, finally hitting on what was bothering her the most about the present scenario. It was all well and good to use her as a lure when she was aware and on guard, but how would it have felt to be completely clueless, to think that she was really in mortal danger before Frank and his boys burst in from behind the walls?

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

“But you were going to do it anyway, because that’s the way
she
wanted it done?” “Edna, there isn’t time to explain everything, I just—”

“There’s no need to explain. I understand completely.” She did understand and 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 beyond foolish, it was downright dangerous.

Cindy had proven time and again that she had nothing but contempt for her. Maybe ruining her reputation wasn’t enough anymore, 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 person Cindy had hired to kill her went about his work? What if he were in charge of disposing of her body, and ascertaining there would be no witnesses to the vile deed? What if—

“Calm down, don’t let your mind start going to that place again. You can trust me, I think I proved that a few minutes ago.” Frank, the apparent mind reader, said, placing his comforting I’ll-take-care-of-everything hands on her shoulders. A sizzle of arousal that she did
not
want to admit to feeling hummed through her, relaxing all her muscles except the few still pulsing hungrily between her legs. “I’m here to help you, you can bank on that. There’s no way in hell I’ll let him hurt you. I promise you that, sweetie.”

“Sweetie?” She tried to make the word derisive, but it came out more plaintive.

Frank didn’t reply, only took the cattle prod gently from her hand and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. Edna felt her eyes close, her lips part and her entire body cry out for her to fall into his arms and never let him go. She forced herself to stand absolutely still, struggling to revive all those self-preservation instincts that she had once thought herself to possess in abundance.

Psycho killer or savior, Frank was beyond her reach. They’d 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 she’d ever looked into his eyes and thought for a second that she might get another chance at something she hadn’t even had the courage to wish for.

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

“You have a
guy
in the lobby?” Edna asked, feeling more than an inkling of unease start to churn in her belly as she realized this was really going to happen. “But all my staff are female, even security. It’s the Wicked Stepmother and her Step
sisters
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?” Edna’s mind raced as she realized how the shit would hit the fan when her clientele realized that their privacy has been violated. Privacy was everything to her breed of customers. She was as good as finished when this news leaked, might as well let her stalker slash her throat and be done with it.

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

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

“It’s not ridiculous, I won’t have any clients if they feel their confidentiality has—” “I don’t have time to argue with you. Are you ready to handle this situation 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 everything. 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. “Oh my god, you
did
have a gun in your diaper.”

“My real gun is a lot more impressive, maybe you’ll get a look if you’re good,” he tossed out over his shoulder, not even turning to look at her before he disappeared into the dressing room.

“Cocksure bastard.” “I heard that.”

“Cocksure bastard with excellent hearing,” Edna muttered, ignoring the absurd little thrill that the mere thought of his “gun” inspired.

She quickly wound her hair up into a knot on the top of her head and crossed to the vanity to reapply her blood red lipstick. After adding a fresh coat of mascara to her lashes, she was mostly presentable. Thankfully, Frank had done an excellent job of cleaning her face, so all she had to do was pinch her cheeks and she was ready, or as ready as she would ever be to face a crazed maniac who had threatened to kill her in several violent and graphic ways.

As she heard the door to the parlor open and light footsteps approach the desk outside, Edna hurried over to fetch her crop from where she had thrown it during her session with Frank. She gripped the instrument in her hands tightly, trying to remind herself that she wasn’t as defenseless as she thought. She had drawn blood with this crop once tonight, albeit unintentionally, and she could do it again.