“It does if they’re having an affair.” Johanna made a right turn. “It looks like we’re headed for The Bronson Hotel again.” She kept a safe distance behind Thatcher, watching as he signaled and turned into a parking slot in front of the hotel. She found the only available slot several spaces down from him.
“Probably the same as last night. He’ll let her off and then drive around back to see the baby for a few minutes,” Frankie stated.
“I suppose you’re right.”
Kristin stepped out of the car, turned, waved at Thatcher, and then disappeared inside the hotel. Thatcher waited until she was inside, then immediately pulled out of the parking space. Johanna pulled out seconds later and was surprised when, instead of driving to the back of the hotel, he continued to go straight.
“Surprise, surprise,” Frankie said. “It looks like he’s headed home.” She scratched her head. “He never goes inside the hotel, so how the hell can we prove he’s having an affair? He’s doing nothing wrong.”
“Not that we can see. We’ll follow him to make sure he really is going home, but it does look that way.” She smacked her lips. “Now the rest of the night is ours.” She ran a hand up Frankie’s inner thigh. “Wish you’d worn a skirt.”
“I do, too.” Frankie sighed as she settled back into the seat.
* * * *
Frankie lay naked on her back as Johanna sensuously rubbed oil into her flesh. She sighed contentedly as she stared at the twinkling stars visible through the skylight. The rest of the room was illuminated with candles. She loved the feel of Johanna's fingertips gently massaging her skin. Her body came alive with the slightest touch from her. She inhaled deeply as her body involuntarily twitched.
Johanna straddled her body over Frankie's. “I love having total control,” she whispered, reaching a hand to where Frankie's wrists were secured to the bedposts.
“And I love totally submitting to you,” Frankie whispered hoarsely.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” she answered as she tried to close her mouth over one of Johanna's breasts, which was so tantalizing close. She flicked her tongue, just grazing the nipple. She saw the desire instantly appear in Johanna's eyes.
Johanna smiled seductively as she slightly pulled back. “Not yet, baby.”
Frankie yearned to wrap her arms around Johanna and draw her close. She jerked her wrists, but they stayed secured to the bedposts. She wasn't going anywhere, so she settled back onto the pillows and watched Johanna through the flickering shadows as she slipped off the bed and walked to a table near the window. Frankie couldn't make out what she was doing, but whatever it was, she knew it would be well worth the wait.
Frankie was elated that tonight Johanna was taking control. Her only requirement was to submit herself to whatever Johanna demanded, and she was more than happy to oblige.
Johanna came back to the bed with a bowl. She deposited the bowl on the bed side table and then climbed back onto the bed. Once again she straddled her body over Frankie's and then settled herself so that her vagina was touching Frankie's.
Frankie closed her eyes, savoring the sensations. She sucked in her breath as a hot white searing flame of desire shot through her. “What's in the bowl?” she asked hoarsely.
“Dessert,” Johanna answered as she retrieved the bowl. “I'm going to put some of this warm melted chocolate on your lips, but don't lick it off. That's my job.”
“Sounds delicious,” Frankie murmured.
Johanna dipped a finger into the bowl and then lightly ran her fingertip over Frankie's lips.
Frankie lay still as the heat from her body grew hotter. She could barely control her desire as Johanna gently touched her lips with the luscious chocolate. Whenever Johanna's body shifted, a tingle of pleasure shot through Frankie. She desperately wanted her. A need deep and raw shot through her body causing an ache so deep she thought she'd explode.
After Johanna finished coating Frankie's lips with the chocolate, she set the bowl aside and then leaned over and slowly and sensuously moved the tip of her tongue around Frankie's lips. When she finished, she again reached for the bowl of chocolate and dipped her finger into the bowl. “That was my dessert. This is yours.” She put her finger close to Frankie's mouth.
Frankie closed her mouth over Johanna's finger, gently sucking the chocolate from it. As Johanna fed her, their eyes stayed locked. Johanna wordlessly continued to feed her the chocolate for several minutes until the bowl was empty.
After Johanna removed the bowl, she cupped Frankie's face in her hands, leaned down and softly touched Frankie's lips with her own, then kissed her deeply. As the kiss intensified, Frankie moved her arms and tugged on her restraints. She needed to draw Johanna close and run her hands over Johanna's tantalizing body. “Take the cuffs off me, sweetie,” she pleaded.
“Not yet. Just relax and enjoy the pleasure I'm about to give you.” She sat up, grinding her vagina into Frankie's as her hands closed around Frankie's breasts. She flicked her thumbs over the erect nipples for several seconds.
Frankie locked eyes with Johanna's and saw the burning desire in them. She wondered how her own eyes looked to Johanna. Did she see the smoldering desire she was eliciting? Frankie closed her eyes and moaned. She was on the verge of a climax when Johanna suddenly slid off her and grabbed her ankles.
“Bend your legs,” Johanna ordered.
Frankie, lost in desire, bent her legs and placed her feet flat on the bed. Her heart skipped a beat when Johanna placed her hands on her knees, slowly spreading her wide apart.
“You're so beautiful,” Johanna murmured as she positioned her face close to Frankie's opening and softly blew inside. She began planting soft kisses on Frankie's inner thighs.
Frankie's body felt like an inferno as a searing white heat engulfed her. “I'm on fire, baby,” she panted.
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