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There were times where you were ashamed of how much the simple act of maintaining his weapons turns you on. You know it’s a source of comfort, relaxation for him. Pulling out the pistol that is kept in the gun safe and spreading it out on the kitchen table, using an old towel to make sure the cleaner doesn’t damage the wood. Breaking the gun down to just pieces, part of the whole and scrubbing each one with a tiny brush and a soft cloth to make sure that it is clean.
His brow furrows slightly and his eyes narrow in concentration. Those hands, large and heavy, are also dexterous and nimble while he works. It makes you so wet that often you disappear into the bedroom to touch yourself while you think about other things. Things you’ve never been able to voice to Frankie before.
Frankie looks up as you hover in the doorway, watching him as he carefully cleans his Beretta 9mm. “Do you need something baby?” He asks softly and you shake your head, lost for words, and he frowns, setting the piece down. “What’s up? You have been standing there watching me, not saying anything. Have I done something wrong? Did I not put the toilet seat down again?” He chuckles.
You grin at his joke, remembering how he had apologized the night he had left it up and your bare ass hit the toilet bowl edge rather than the seat in the middle of the night. You hadn’t been happy and you let him know it. Shuffling forward, you reach out and touch one the springs from the weapon. “You’re going to think that I’m - you know I trust you, right?” You ask softly.
His hands stop moving and he frowns at you. “Yeah.”
You bite your lip and hesitantly meet his eyes. “Would you think it weird if I told you that I thought about you using that…on me?”
His eyes widen slightly and he looks at your abashed expression and he frowns. “You want me to- surely you don’t mean - I don’t think I understand. Come here, baby” He orders, pushing his chair back and patting his leg. You hesitantly make your way over to him and sit down on his lap. “Tell me what you want” He orders.
It takes a moment for you to get comfortable on his lap, arms looped around his neck so you don’t fall and you remind yourself that this is Frankie. You’ve seen him at his worst, and you didn’t judge him for that, so you know he wouldn’t judge you for this. You know it, but still you hum a bit nervously, giving an awkward giggle before you try to explain. “I- every time you clean your weapons, I - I have thoughts about it.” You confess. “Have you- baby, I think I might have a bit of gun kink.”
He rubs your back, allowing himself a moment, before he looks at you in surprise. “You- you want to- baby…what is it that you want? Me to press the gun against you? Or - or fuck you with it?” He chokes out, his cock hardening beneath you at the thought.
“Both?” You whisper, cheeks heating up and yet you can’t help but squirm at the idea of him giving you that. “I- your zip ties - “ You pant out. “Binding me and, uh, using the gun on me, fucking me with it before you fuck me.” You know that it’s a long shot, he will probably say no. Frankie can be uneasy with anything that has to do with pain, he’s already refused to do more than spank your ass every now and again - and only with his hand.
He closes his eyes, imagining just that and he can’t deny that it appeals to his darker side. The one he tries to conceal from you. He’s not afraid of pain…no, he enjoys it. That scares him and he doesn’t want to get carried away and hurt you. He doesn’t want to go too far. “I won’t be easy on you. I’ve been holding back” He confesses, “I’m not a good man baby and if you- if you let me do this, we need safe words and you need to understand what this would entail. It won’t be playful. A side of me that you don’t know is gonna come out and it could scare you so you need to be certain of your safe words.”
You shiver in anticipation even as your eyes widen in surprise. You had been sure that he would completely reject the idea altogether. “I can handle it.” You promise him, nuzzling in a little closer to him and inhaling the muted scent of laundry detergent, Irish spring soap and the sandalwood cologne that he uses mixed with just a hint of sweat and musk. “What do you want? How will gun play do that?”
He exhales softly, trying to summon the right words for what he wants. “I- I want the thrill of the chase again. I want to hunt you. Hunt you down like an enemy and capture you. Tie you up and make you beg for me to let you go but I’ll make you beg me to fuck you” He murmurs his darkest fantasy, his stomach twisting as he waits for your reaction.
Moaning quietly, you feel your cunt bottom out almost painfully. “I - fuck, Frankie.” You pant quietly. “When can we do this?” You demand, loving the idea of him hunting you down and taking you however he wants. “You capture me and then you get to have me any way that you want?” You ask, wanting to make sure that you understand him. “You didn’t do this while you were in, did you?”
“We could go to Will’s cabin this weekend? The woods. Plenty of room for you to run away. I didn’t do this before…not like this anyway. I wasn’t making the person I captured cum” He says darkly, “I will need a couple of days to get what I need so let’s go Friday. Plus it will give you a couple of days to be certain that this is what you want.”
“I want this.” You promise quickly, your smile widening at the idea of being able to get what you want in addition to giving him something that he obviously had been keeping inside him as well. “Although, I want you right now.” You whine, grinding down on his cock where it is hard against your ass.
He hisses and slides his hand along your bare thigh, pressing his fingers against your covered clit. “God you really do want it. That’s so fucking hot,baby” He groans and leans in to kiss along your neck. “This is gonna be soft. Sweet. One last time before I wreck your little cunt and claim you as mine” He chuckles darkly.
You whine at the idea of him wrecking you and your fingers tangle in the longer locks of hair at the base of his neck. Needing a haircut and refusing to get one. “I’m going to go strip down and get in our bed.” You coo in his ear, kissing right below it before you stand. “Come make love to me.”
He hums, kissing you softly. He reaches down to adjust himself as you sway your hips, walking out of the room, and he turns back to his gun, swiftly putting it back together. He locks it up in his gun safe and makes his way to your shared bedroom, a soft smile on his face. He is going to make love to you tonight but this weekend…he’s going to wreck you.
Stripping as you go, you leave a trail of clothes from the kitchen to the bedroom. Laying on the bed and spreading your legs wide, you hear the surprisingly soft footsteps coming towards the bedroom. It shouldn’t surprise you, he was special ops in the military, he used to hunt people. Because he was big and broad didn’t mean he couldn’t move quietly. Your hands slide over your flesh and your dripping cunt is on display when he fills the frame of the door.
Frankie’s eyes drift from your face to your dripping cunt, down your legs and back to your cunt. His chest rumbles and his heart clenches. He loves you so much. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an angel for a girlfriend but he managed to get you. He pushes off of the door frame and reaches for the hem of his worn t-shirt, pulling it over his head, and he flicks the button of his jeans, pushing them down so he can kick them aside. His cock is hard in his briefs and he kneels on the bed. Touching your ankle, he trails his fingers along your leg, up your thigh, and he bites his lip. Brushing your folds as his hand passes by to trail down your leg to your other ankle.
“Frankie.” You whine at the way that he barely touches your cunt and shift your legs wider. He can be such a tease but just the feel of his fingers on you is always magical. “Come here baby.” You beg, reaching down and caressing his shoulders when he hovers over you. “I want you.”
He hums in contentment and kisses along your neck, working his way down until he reaches your tits where he takes a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly. He sucks and nibbles until he switches over to your other breast. Repeating his actions and he loves the way you arch your back.
Whining only makes him take his time. The man can be infuriatingly methodical at times. Your thighs frame his torso and you tilt your hips up to grind your cunt against his skin, craving the friction. “Baby.” You pant out, fingers tangled in his hair and you want him inside you. “Up not down.”
He shakes his head, wanting to take his time. He kisses down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button before he kisses down to your cunt. His dark eyes meet yours and his tongue comes out to lap through your folds, flicking your tongue over your clit.
You whimper when he burrows his nose into the curls over your mound and feasts like he’s savoring a five star meal. You’ve never had a man who just moans into your cunt like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever sampled like Frankie does. His tongue takes slow laps around your entrance before dipping in to taste you before doing it all over again.
He hums into your flesh, loving the tangy taste of you on his tongue, and he grips your thighs, pushing them further apart so he can get deeper inside of your walls. Curling his tongue while his nose nudges your clit, his eyes look up to focus on you, your heaving chest, the way your mouth opens, it all has him dripping onto the sheets below. He’s in no hurry to make you cum, wanting to savor every second.
“Fraaaankie.” You can’t help but try to roll your hips against his mouth, loving the way that he is working you. However, he throws his arm over your belly to keep you in place, smirking and huffing into your puffy cunt when you whine. His dark eyes glitter with humor, fully aware of how he is affecting you, winking at you smugly while his tongue slows even more.
He is torturing you, slowly picking you apart and working you up towards your orgasm. He loves when he can take his time like this. "Fuck baby. You taste so goddamn perfect" He murmurs, smacking his lips before he wraps them around your clit. His free arm slides along your thigh and he pushes two thick fingers inside of your fluttering little cunt.
Your fingers curl into the sheets, twisting them while you moan out into the room. “God, Frankie.” You whimper and your thighs tremble, trying to close but his broad shoulders shoved between them won’t let you get more than an inch tighter and it just makes his fingers feel even larger as they curl inside you. ‘Oh baby, fuck, that tongue.” You start to babble. “So fucking good, oh god. You love eating my pussy don’t you? You eat it so good.”
He nods, not willing to pull away from your cunt to answer you. He pumps his fingers and sucks harder, needing you to cum. He loves the way your thighs press against his cheeks and he groans into your clit as your walls clamp down on his fingers. He works you through, continuing to suck even as you writhe.
Just because it’s not pulled out of you, doesn’t make your orgasm any less devastating. Your entire body tightens up and you feel your legs start to cramp up from the intensity of it. “Frankie!” Your breathless cry when the last burst of pleasure rushes through you has you slumping down against the bed, limp in satisfaction and hazy with bliss.
Frankie smiles, kissing along your thighs while you recover from your orgasm. He kisses along your stomach, back up to your lips when he presses his lips to yours and slides his tongue into your mouth with a groan. His cock hard and throbbing against your thigh.
You kiss him back, caressing his neck and moaning in pleasure at the taste of him on your tongue, mixed with you. His chin and the scruffy hair is still wet with you and you feel him shift and trap his cock between your bodies, rutting slightly against your belly. He moves away from your mouth and starts kissing down your jaw, making you smile. “Frankie, I need you inside me now.” You beg quietly.
He doesn't want to wait any longer. He shifts, reaching down to position his cock at your entrance. He pushes deep into your cunt with a hiss at how tight you are. "You always fit me perfectly, baby. So fucking perfect. God I love you" He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours when he is settled inside of you.
Moaning in agreement, you love the way that he fills you up. “So good.” You murmur, feeling him pulse inside you. He always gives you a second or two to adjust before he starts moving and you sigh when you feel him brace his weight to start rocking in and out of you. “God I love you too baby.”
He rocks his hips, loving the way you whimper and sigh, but this weekend, he wants to hear you scream. He kisses along your shoulder and neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear when he will be growling insults in your ear this weekend. He will be a different man and he just hopes you are ready for it. He runs his tongue along your jaw and grinds deep.
When you can feel them again, you lift up your legs to wrap them around his thighs and your heels are pushing against them. He’s slow, achingly so as he moves in and out of your cunt. Your hands slide up and down his back and he groans when you clench around him tight when he pushes deep and presses against that spot inside you.
Frankie gasps, rocking into you a little faster, his teeth brushing your ear lobe. "Baby, you are so fucking tight. You are perfect. Such a pretty pussy gripping my cock. I love you baby" He murmurs, his hand caressing your side as he shifts his weight to one arm so he can touch you, squeezing one tit before sliding his hand down to rub your clit.
“Bab- god.” You choke out when he starts using those fingers on your already sensitive clit. Making you bite your lip while his cock strokes your walls and rubs at the same pace. You turn your head, starting to kiss along his jaw, pressing your lips to that little bald patch of skin that refuses to grow hair before moving to the gray in his spotty beard. He hates it, and you absolutely adore it. “Love you.”
Frankie moans and turns his head to kiss your lips. "Love you" He murmurs between kisses and he rubs your clit a little harder. "Cum for me baby. Want to feel you soak my cock" He coos, keeping his deep and slow pace, rocking his hips.
“Oh fuck- Frank.” You whimper and suddenly you're gone, flying over the edge and gripping his cock like a vice while moans flow from your throat. Holding tight to him while you ride out your orgasm and pant his name.
He hisses when you clamp down on his cock and he rocks you through it, happy to feel you cum and soak his cock. He loves watching you cum, the way your brow furrows and your lips part. It’s gorgeous. “Good girl, hermosa” He murmurs, continuing to thrust deep and hard. His cock twitches and his imminent shiver makes his balls pull up, a growl escaping his lips as he cums.
You love the short little thrusts while he fills you, sliding your hands down to his ass so you can feel the muscles move while he flexes. He groans when he’s done, relaxing and pressing his lips to yours before he tucks his head against your shoulder for a moment. “I love you.” You murmur, stroking his back and smile in that post coitus bliss.
He sighs, kissing your neck, and relaxes about you, trying to keep his weight off of you. He shifts to roll onto his back and brings you with him, his hand caressing your spine. “I love you too, baby. This weekend…you won’t think that but remember that. I love you. So fucking much. The man you will meet then…he is buried deep down, you will meet him on Saturday.”
"Baby, I trust you with everything that I am." You promise him softly, your hand caressing his chest. "There is no one else I would trust to do this with, I want to see this. To give you this just as much as you are giving me what I want." You sigh and turn your head to kiss his chest. "My safe word will be blueberries."
He murmurs an 'okay' and strokes your back, closing his eyes as he reminds himself that you are allowing this. His tactical mind is already going over what he needs to do and he is making a mental list of supplies. He will make this a weekend to remember. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as he knows he is going to.
****
The cabin is definitely in a remote location. Nothing but trees for miles around. It was all private property, held by the Miller brothers, more specifically the older one. You don’t know what, if anything Frankie had told Will about this weekend, but you pull up in Frankie’s truck and he knows exactly where the hidden key is kept. You are nervous and yet so damn eager as the two of you unload the truck. Frankie didn’t let you see what was in the box of ‘supplies’ he had needed and it makes your blood race.
Frankie carries his supplies into the cabin after unlocking it and getting everything set up for you. The dust covers have been removed and he is ready to settle in before he begins his hunt. “Is that everything, baby?” You ask while unpacking the box of food and he nods, coming up to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck.
“You aren’t changing your mind are you?” You ask, wrapping your arms over his and tightening your hold on him. If he has, you would be disappointed but you would never push him to do something that would make him uncomfortable. The entire point of this was to explore as a couple and indulge in things that both of you wanted. “It’s okay if you are.” You promise softly.
Frankie leans back, shaking his head, and looking at you as he pulls away from you. “No baby. No. I- I’m not changing my mind. I need to go over everything with you. Come sit down” He orders and takes your hand to guide you over to the sofa. He sits down beside you and takes your other hand. “I am going to wake up a different man. As soon as you wake up, you need to put your hiking boots on. Some good jeans. A jacket in case you get cold. I want you to be comfortable because tomorrow I won’t give a fuck. Do you have your whistle? In case you want to end it before I catch you?” He asks, wanting to be sure you have everything before he is lost to his darker self.
You shiver slightly at the idea that Frankie, your soft and loving Frankie, wouldn’t give a single fuck about your comfort. “I do. You want me to put it around my neck and not take it off.” He had handed you the whistle and given you very serious instructions to use it in case of getting hurt or wild animals. “My safe word is blueberries. I am to use it the moment that things get too much for me or I want to end things.”
He nods, grateful that you are happy with his rules. He wants to indulge you but he won’t do it at the expense of your well-being. “Good girl” He says, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I’ll start the grill, get some dinner and then we can have an early night” He murmurs, leaning away from you and letting go of your hands. When Frankie wakes up tomorrow, he will be a different man.
You watch him walk away to get things ready for dinner and you turn to pull out the pre-mixed salad you had added to the groceries you had brought. Frankie had made you go through a list of things that he could potentially do to you and have you approve of them, marking off the ones that were a hard no from you. It was going to be a unique experience.
****
When the alarm goes off in your bedroom, Frankie is already dressed and waiting in the living room. He slept in the guest room, not wanting to cuddle around you when he needed to get into the right mindset. His fists are clenched, jaw tight and neck muscles taunt as he waits for you to get ready. He had left coffee and a pastry on the side before you woke up so you will have energy.
You try to tiptoe around, not knowing if he is awake until you come out into the living room. Jumping when you see him in the overstuffed chair in the corner. You nearly drop your boots and a shiver runs down your spine when you see how dark his eyes are. You don’t say anything, he told you not to talk to him, and scamper into the kitchen to put your boots on and make sure the laces are tight. You gulp down your coffee and shove the pastry in your mouth as you wonder how long he will take to catch you.
Frankie rubs his hands together, listening to you get ready, and his heart is already pumping in anticipation. The stopwatch is in hand is ready to go when you are. He watches you make your way into the living room, ready to go after waiting for your food to go down. “Are you ready?” He asks, watch in hand as he stands up. Dressed in black, he is ready to go.
Nodding, you zip up your jacket and resist the urge to reach for him. You know that he won’t want you touching him right now. “Ten minutes?” You ask him. “Or half an hour?” You know he had been trying to decide how much time to give you to get ahead of him.
"Half an hour" Frankie decides, "you will need more than ten minutes to get away from me...if you want this to last, you need to leave now." He looks up at you, eyes dark and slightly narrowed as he shifts into a part of himself he had thought he had left behind. "Go now" He barks.
You jump and rush out into the yard, running past the truck and darting into the woods. His tone had changed, hard and unyielding and it was honestly pathetic how you are already starting to get wet, even as your stomach churns with anxiety from this. Your feet crunch the leaves and break sticks under your feet as you try to get as far away from him as you can.
Frankie starts the stop watch as soon as you rush out of the front door. His hands clasped together as he watches the seconds tick by. His gun is holstered on his hip, knife sheathed and hanging from his belt along with the rope he has looped together. When the timer reaches thirty minutes, he stands up. With an exhale, he makes his way outside to find you.
You stopped trying to run as fast as you can. Instead you slow down and start using stealth. Making a wide circle through the woods to try and make your way back towards the cabin. Creeping through the woods and trying to keep from making too much noise. Your heart is pounding and every little noise in the woods has you on edge. He would have started hunting you by now.
Frankie follows your tracks, it's so easy to find you it's not even funny. He makes his way through the woods and his quick yet quiet strides mean he catches up with you within ten minutes. He watches you as you make your way back towards the cabin and he can't allow you to get to shelter. He purposefully steps on a branch, making a loud crack that echoes through the woods.
Freezing, your eyes dart around. Desperately trying to hear for any other sounds, any indication of Frankie being near. Nothing but the rustling of the wind through the trees and you shiver. Your blood is pounding and you actually feel the icy fingers of fear starting to creep up your spine. Feeling the eyes on you, even though you can’t see him, you know he’s out there. Slowly you start to move again,
Frankie isn't far behind you, watching you as you start to make mistakes. Leaving too much of a trail for others to find, getting too loud as you start to pant for air. He decides to mess with you a little more. He takes his gun out of his holster and aims it at a tree, firing and admiring the bullet hole in the trunk, the shot echoes through the trees.
A scream claws out of your throat before you slap your hand over your mouth. Instead of staying still, you panic, starting to rush through the trees. Your heart hammering in your chest and for the first time, you actually feel bone chilling fear. Like it’s not Frankie who is hunting you, but someone completely different.
Frankie chuckles, watching you scramble, and he calmly follows you through the woods, holstering his gun. He flicks the safety on even though there was only one bullet to use. He watches you get more and more confused as you lose track of where you were going. With a snort, he steps on another branch, watching you spin around, eyes frantically searching for him. "I really thought you would've given me more of a chase, sweetheart. I guess not. Unless you want another chance?" He calls out.
You whimper when you hear his voice. It’s different, dark. Definitely not your Frankie. Instead of answering, you start running. Jumping over branches and ducking under tree limbs as you try to put more distance between you and him. He might be able to track you, but he always complained that he had old man knees now and you were going to try to use it to your advantage.
He sighs, watching you scramble through the woods and he follows, already growing tired of the chase. If you were a challenge, he'd be excited but you are predictable. Easy. He makes his way over the tree trunks, grunting, and he does think that he is too damn old for this shit. He sees you up ahead and chuckles, continuing his quest. "You could stop, baby. Let me fuck you right here. No one can hear you scream. Don't you want my cock?" He calls out.
You do, but you don’t want to give in so easily. You huff and shake your head, looking around and run into some heavy brush so he can’t see you. “Fuck you!” You shout out, deciding to strip off your jacket and throw it down in the opposite direction of where you are going.
He chuckles at your bratty attitude and he smirks, excited for when he gets his hands on you. He picks up your jacket, tutting that you would take it off and he carries it with him while he follows your path through the bushes. You tried to throw him off but he’s smarter than that, following the way you went.
You bite your lip and look into the mouth of the cave. It was a dangerous move but maybe he wouldn’t think that you would go into it. You make sure to keep your footprints clear as you creep inside the cave and move away from the light.
Frankie rolls his eyes when he sees you enter the cave, he sets your jacket down and pulls out his gun, slowly making his way into the cave. Following you, he loves that you seem clueless as you make your way deeper and deeper, the darkness getting heavier until he is steps away from you. You stop, heart pounding and sensing something but you cannot see. Frankie doesn't hesitate, striding forward and covering your mouth so you can't scream before he presses the gun between your legs. "Got you" He chuckles.
There is a moment where you try to struggle but Frankie’s grip gets tighter on you. He’s told you that you can fight, so you don’t even think about it. Slamming the heel of your hiking boot down on his foot and biting down on the meat of his palm harder than you meant to, but he curses and lets go of you. “Fuck!” You cry out, lunging out of his grasp to try and run again.
Frankie shakes his head, "can't believe she bit me that hard." He hisses and makes his way through the cave to rush after you, holstering his gun once more. He blinks when he goes back into the daylight and he glances around for any signs of you. "It's too easy" He chuckles and follows your footprints.
Right now, you are trying to beat him to the cabin. You are turned around and trying to find the correct way. You don’t want to go deeper into the woods, you want to make it back to the cabin so you can be waiting on the porch looking at him smugly when he comes into sight. Suddenly you trip and yelp when you hit the ground. Scrambling and cursing when you find a snare around your boots, you realize he’s set traps in the woods when he went out last night.
Frankie heard you curse and smirks, glad that his traps worked. He traces you through the forest and chuckles when he sees you struggling. “Something wrong baby?” He asks, “did you get stuck?” His tone is mocking and he looms over you.
“Shit.” You huff, fumbling with the ropes and trying to untangle yourself. You glance up at him but then look back down at your task, knowing that you are caught but still wanting to make it a bit more work for him.
Frankie huffs, kneeling down and undoing the trap. “I’ll give you one more chance” He says, “to try and save yourself. The next time I capture you, I am going to ruin you. I am going to fucking wreck you.” He unties you.
“Sorry I’m not fucking special ops.” You huff, hauling yourself to your feet and edging back away from him. “You are going to be jerking off by yourself because you aren’t catching me for a third time.” You boast, even though you both know it’s the last thing that you want. You reach into your pocket and pull out the truck keys you had palmed before you left the cabin.
He raises his eyebrows, watching you jiggle the keys before you rush off between the trees. Frankie chuckles, running alongside you until you get to the truck. You get lost along the way but he doesn’t approach until you are opening the truck door. He slams it shut, pushing you up against it as his hand grips his knife. He brings his knife up to push against your cheek, careful to not cut you. “You were saying?” He chuckles darkly.
You gasp and the keys slip out of your grip and fall to the dirt. “I-” The words are stuck in your throat as you feel the blade rasp against your skin but you know logically that he won’t cut you. Although the look in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. He could do it, if he wanted. There was a hollowness in them, a darkness you have never seen before.
He smirks, running the knife along your cheek but not marking the skin. He looks at you with those dark eyes and trails the knife down your neck, brushing your jugular. “Would be so easy to kill you” He murmurs, his eyes flicking down to your neck before going back up to your face. He grips your shirt, shifting the knife and he runs it along your shirt, exposing your bra and stomach. “Hmmm. This pretty lace for me?” He hums.
Your eyes widen at the way that he slices through your shirt. “N-no.” You stutter slightly, a shiver making goosebumps break out over your skin and you feel the tip of the knife slide under the middle piece.
“Oh? Not for me?”
You shake your head, chest heaving and trying to control the way that you pulse has skyrocketed. “N-not for y-you.” You insist.
“I think it is. Or are you a dirty little whore? Wearing lingerie for other men behind my back?” He growls. Sheathing the knife. You tremble and he huffs, slapping your cheek lightly. “Answer me” He growls, “who did you wear it for?”
The small squeak of shock at his hand on your face accompanies your eyes bulging. You knew face slapping was on the table but you hadn’t actually expected him to do it. Your breath whooshes out of your lungs and you glare at him. “Will.” You tell him with a smirk. “I was going to have him meet us up here.”
Frankie chuckles, gripping your chin. “You want Will to fuck you baby?” He asks and you continue to smirk.
“Yes. Wanted a real man to fuck me” You taunt Frankie.
He doesn’t say a word, he just clenches his jaw and shakes his head. Stepping back from you, and for a moment you think you went too far, but he grabs his knife. He pinches the middle of your bra and cuts it, letting the cups drop to expose your tits. He bends down and cuts the laces of your boots, pulling them off, and runs his knife along your jeans until they fall off of you. He then grips your lace panties, cutting them off easily and tossing them onto the ground. He grabs your arm and spins you so you are standing in the clearing, naked bar the socks on your feet.
“You want Will to fuck you? Yeah? Look at you. Dirty little whore. Naked and just begging for someone to fuck that nasty little cunt of yours” He hisses, sheathing his knife again and he crosses his arms. “Spin around. Show me what a little dirty slut you are.”
Your nipples pebble, both from arousal and the cool temperature outside. Anyone could see you if there was anyone around. You turn around slowly, making sure that he can see every inch of your body. You’ve never had Frankie talk to you like this and you have to admit that it has you dripping onto your inner thighs.
“Kneel down” He orders, stepping closer to you. You don't follow his command, just look at him with a cocky smile, and he withdraws his gun. “I said kneel down” He hisses, aiming the gun at you.
You swallow, the smile slipping off your face and you know the gun is loaded. He shot it while he was chasing you. For one split second the worry that this isn’t a game flashes through your mind as you slowly drop to your knees. The leaves crunch and the gravel and dirt bite into your knees and make you wince, shuffling slightly to try to move a particularly jagged stone digs into your knee cap.
Frankie holds the gun in one hand and works in unbuckling his belt with the other. He manages to pull his hard cock out and he shuffles over to you and you stare at him. “Open your mouth” He orders and you shake your head. “Open your fucking mouth” He growls and grips your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth. You obey and when your mouth is open, he shoves the barrel of the gun into your mouth.
It’s bitter. The taste of gun residue from where it was fired recently makes the metal taste coppery. He shoves it into your mouth forcefully, nearly gagging you on it before he pulls it out and smears your saliva around your lips with the barrel. You whimper and look up at him, watching the smirk ride across his face, although it’s not a nice look right now.
He watches you take the gun and he is quick to replace it with his cock. “Suck” He demands, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips. When you open your mouth, he wastes no time in pushing his cock down your throat.
You groan and sputter when he shoves his cock deeper than he normally does. Usually he lets you set the pace and take him when you are comfortable, but not this time. He starts roughly fucking your throat, holding the back of your head with the hand that isn’t holding the gun. Making his balls slap against your chin while he grunts and pushes deeper.
He groans when you choke around him and he presses the barrel of the gun to your hairline. "Make me cum" He orders, "suck my cock like a good little whore and make me cum down your throat. You will swallow everydrop or I will fucking kill you here and now."
His threat makes you bob on his cock faster, trying to take more of him as tears slide down your cheeks. Closing your eyes and trying to breath through the way that his cock is battering at the back of your throat. “Open your eyes.” He growls, tapping the gun against your head.
He closes his eyes for a second, loving the way you gurgle and saliva drips down your chin. "Fuck baby. Such a good little cock slut. You love this. You love being used like this" He chuckles breathlessly, and rocks even deeper. "Shit. Gonna make me cum. Swallow - swallow every fucking drop" He demands, his balls pulling tight before his cum spurts down your throat.
You are used to swallowing Frankie’s cum. It’s not like this is the first time, but he’s fucking cumming what seems like bucketfuls. You are gulping it down as fast as you can and your eyes widen when you feel your mouth bulge around the copious amounts of cum and some start leaking out of the corner of your mouth while he continues to rock his hips.
He hisses as you swallow around him until it’s too much and he pulls away. He notices the drops of cum on your chin and he tuts, gathering it up on the barrel of his gun. “All of it” He orders, looking down at you.
You pant, your tongue coming out to scoop the cum off the Beretta and swallow it down. The fact that you know your cunt is drooling your arousal onto the ground it’s not lost on you. You look up at him and smirk. “Done?”
Frankie raises his eyebrows at your cocky tone. He withdraws the gun and grabs your arm, dragging you up and into the cabin behind him. He growls your name and shoves you up against the wooden wall in the hall. He crowds you and presses the gun to your jaw, “you wanna be cocky, baby?” He asks.
You swallow, tilting your jaw up and try to look down to see the gun, but you cann’t. His grip on you is tight, bruising but you love it. “You got what you wanted.” You hiss at him, still wanting to be bratty and see what he would do. You are enjoying this, the fear and excitement.
“Oh no I didn’t. I haven’t gotten anything yet. You dirty little whore. You liked it didn’t you? Let’s see how wet you got from being chased” He chuckles and slides the gun along your chest, down your stomach until the barrel is slotted between your thighs. He slides it through your folds and withdraws it after a second, pulling it away so he can look at it. “Soaked” He snorts, admiring the slick on the barrel.
You whimper and look at the gun as he holds it up. You can see the weapon is completely coated in your juices. “I was wet before.” You protest weakly and you know that he doesn’t believe you. His lips twist into a dark smirk.
“Sure you were.” He chuckles and drags the gun back down to push the barrel between your folds. “I know you want to cum. Why don’t you fuck yourself on my gun? Rub that pretty little clit on the weapon that has killed people. You can do it baby. I know you want to” He coos, nudging it against your clit.
You bite your lip to smother a moan and your hips roll, making Frankie give you a triumphant grin. “That’s a good little whore.” He coos, watching you rut against the action. You feel your lips catch against the grooves of the weapon.
He watches you ride his gun - the one he has for safety, it hasn’t actually been used to kill anyone - and he bites his lip, loving how slick the metal becomes. “It feels good doesn’t it? I want you to cum on it” He orders, shifting to push the barrel into your walls, reassured that it’s empty and the safety is on. “Cum on my gun, my slut.”
You mewl slightly at the crass comment, never realizing that you might have a tiny degradation kink. Frankie’s never called you a slut or a whore before but your hips roll a little faster against the weapon. You reach out and touch his arm, forgetting yourself for a moment.
He growls, grabbing your wrist and he restrains you as much as he can. “No touching unless I tell you” He hisses and works the gun deeper. “If you do that again I won’t let you cum” He warns.
You whimper and shoot him a halfhearted glare, angry at the idea that he wouldn’t let you cum. Instead of talking, you stop moving. Setting your jaw and refusing to move.
He chuckles at your attempt to glare at him and he shakes his head, withdrawing his gun. “You want to be a little brat?” He asks and you continue to glare at him. He snorts and holstered his wet gun, spinning you around and bending you over the nearby chair. He wastes no time in bringing his hand down on your ass.
You cry out and your back arches as the pain radiates from your ass. You aren’t even given a chance to recover before he is slapping his hand over your other cheek to make you cry out again. “Shit!”
He repeats the action, alternating cheeks before he slaps over your dripping cunt. “You’re a disobedient brat and you are going to take every inch of my cock but you aren’t allowed to cum. Not until I tell you to. You haven’t earned it” He growls. Working on pulling his now hard cock out and he notches himself at your entrance before pushing into you in one thrust.
It’s only because you are so wet that it doesn’t hurt. Rough and fast he’s bottoming out and wrenching a cry from you before he’s immediately starting to pull back. “Oh fuck!” You whimper, rocking up onto your toes so it doesn’t sting so badly, the head of his cock punching against your cervix brutally.
Frankie thrusts hard and deep, grabbing your hips and lifting you up so you aren’t able to stop his hard fucking of you. You whimper and he chuckles, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Take everything I give you. You deserve to be fucked. Do not cum” He reminds you.
It’s hard, god it’s so hard. The angle of his cock shredding up inside you makes your eyes roll back, gripping onto the chair like a lifeline while you try to obey his orders.
He can feel your walls clenching around him and he pulls out of you abruptly. He groans, hating the loss of your warmth but he needs to teach you a lesson. He pulls the zip tie out of his pocket and grabs your wrists, quickly securing your hands. He watches you shake and he smirks, pushing you to kneel down on the cold tile. He pulls his knife out and smirks at you. “You’re gonna ride this” He holds the knife between his fingers to show you the leather clad handle.
“Fra-“ You start to protest but Frankie slaps your cheek lightly. “Ah, ah, ah, you don’t say anything but yes sir.” He tells you with a dark chuckle as he bends down. “Lift your hips.” He orders you, making you lift up so he can shove the handle of the knife inside you, making you gasp.
The blade is nearly blunt so he can grip it safely without cutting himself, and he watches the handle disappear inside of you. You haven’t said your safe word so he grins when you gasp out “please sir.”
He smirks, “Good girl. Ride my knife. Show me what a good little slut you can be and ride my fucking knife. Cum on it.”
You bite your lip and start to lift and lower your hips on the handle, totally humiliated and yet you know he is enjoying this. Still having his cock out; the hard length twitches as he watches the handle disappear into your cunt. The curved edges and blunt end scrape against your walls making you moan quietly.
"That's it. Taking it so well. Such a good slut for me. You love it, don't you? Being used like this?" He asks and you nod, a whine escaping your lips when he twists the handle inside of you. He wraps his fingers around his cock, slowly pumping himself to relieve some of the ache, and watches your mouth fall open.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Your hips roll faster, making you start to pant quietly while you stay balanced on your knees. Your arms are ties behind your back and pushing your tits out while you watch him start to stroke himself and wish he was back in your mouth:
Frankie can see how close you are getting, seeing the way your mouth drops open and he can't allow you to cum like this. He carefully pulls the handle out of you and you cry out in annoyance but he is soon reaching up to slap your cheek. "Shhh you will take what I give you. If you want to live, you will ride my cock" He hisses and grabs your hips as he shifts onto his ass and grips your wrists, pushing you down on his cock.
Your whine is loud, gasping when he pushes back inside you. Walls gripping him and your thighs squeeze around his hips. You can’t brace your weight on his body so you have to rely on your thighs to do all the work, making them burn as you start to ride him. “Faster.” Frankie hisses, slapping your ass and making you moan.
You whimper at the burn in your thighs but Frankie has no sympathy, grabbing your hip to move you faster before he slaps your tit. Fingers flicking your nipple as he looks at you with dark eyes. "You gonna cum? You gonna soak my cock? Look at you. You desperate little slut. So desperate to cum you'll fuck anything and anyone" He growls.
You cry out, nodding eager and unable to deny how badly you want to cum. You wail when he slaps your other tit and bucks up into you, so close your entire body is trembling as you try it hold back. “P-p-please!” You cry out, knowing you can’t cum until he tells you that you can.
He loves the way you beg and he can’t deny himself any longer. “Cum” He demands, sliding his hand down to slap your clit while he grips your tied up wrists. The cry that escapes your lips echoes through the cabin and he chuckles before it turns into a groan when you clamp down on his cock.
You practically scream his name, voice cracking as pleasure hums through your entire body and you nearly collapse onto his chest. His arms push you up and demand that you keep moving, keep riding him through your orgasm while you tremble around him.
He loves the way you seem to shake and he rocks you on his cock. He waits until you have tears in your eyes from the overstimulation before he pulls you off of him. He shoves you onto your knees, the cold floor beneath you, and he grips your wrists in one hand to keep you upright before he pushes into you from behind. "Such a good little cunt. Taking my cock like this. I'm gonna fill you up" He pants, his own orgasm nearing and sweat beads on his forehead.
You whine, his cock feeling incredible from this angle and you drop your cheek to the cold tiles and moan while he fucks into you from behind. “Please.” You beg, thighs trembling. “Fuck me, fill me up. Use me.”
Frankie clenches his jaw, rocking hard into you. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum. Gonna fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum” He growls, rocking into you so hard his hips dig into your ass. “Little - fuck - little slut” He hisses before he groans, burying himself deep inside of you and pulsing as he paints your walls.
You moan when you feel the heat flood your womb, making you clench around him again while he pumps you full. Feeling it spill out with every shallow thrust and you close your eyes and smile, cheek against the floor. “Your slut.” You correct him softly. Letting him ride out his orgasm until he stops moving.
Frankie pants, resting his forehead against your back. “Fuck baby” He murmurs, kissing along your spine. He can’t believe you have taken everything he has given you. “Are you okay?” He murmurs, breaking character and he reaches for his knife, the sharp one, to cut the zip ties.
“I’m good.” You sigh out, sore and tired but feeling fantastic. “Reallygood. Did you enjoy it?” You ask, worried he didn’t enjoy himself. You know you probably weren’t a great one to track, not being good at hiding like he would be. “Was it what you wanted?”
He hums, pulling out of you and turning you around to kiss you softly. His tongue slides into your mouth with a soft moan and he cups your cheek. “I loved it baby” He murmurs and stands up after leaning away from you. “Let me run you a bath. You need to relax” He says, switching off that dark side of himself now that it has been satiated.
“I don’t think I could get any more relaxed.” You give a small laugh as you sit up and try to stand, your legs wobbly. “I think you fucked the ability to walk out of me.” You joke as you look over at him.
Frankie smiles and kisses your hair, standing up and he helps you sit on the sofa. He kisses your forehead and makes his way into the master bedroom to the bathroom to start a bath for you. That dark side has been satiated and he wants to shower you with affection now.
You rub your wrists, actually enjoying the slight ache where you had tugged at your bonds. There hadn’t been a moment where you had thought about using your safe word. He comes back and frowns. “They weren’t too tight?” He asks, making you grin and shake your head. “No, they felt good, baby.”
He smirks, pleased that you had enjoyed yourself. He comes back into the bathroom to turn off the faucet after adding some bubble bath and he takes your hand to guide you to the bathroom. “I’ll make you some toast if you want. Or something else if you’re hungrier” He murmurs, helping you into the bathroom.
“Honestly?” You grin at him. “I’m starving. Being hunted and then fucked certainly works up an appetite.” You joke, reaching up to caress his cheek. “I love you, Francisco.” You murmur softly.
He leans down to press his lips to yours, “I love you too. Lemme make you some lunch. You relax and I’ll make you something to eat” He promises and shifts to stand up. Making his way into the kitchen, he cannot believe how lucky he is to have you.
You sigh and lean back against the back of the tub. Your muscles are sore and there’s a good possibility that you will need to take some medicine later on, but for now you just enjoy the way the hot water soothes your body. You hear Frankie rushing around in the kitchen for a few minutes before he comes back in. “Lunch is ready but I want to get into the bath with you.”
You smile and nod before he starts pulling off his clothes. “I was hoping you would join me.”
He sets his gun on the countertop along with the knife and is finally down to his underwear, stripping them off until he stands bare before you. You shift forward to let him have enough room to get in and he slides in behind you, quick to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you back against his chest. "I love you baby" He murmurs, burying his nose in your hair.
You snuggle back against his chest. “I love you too.” You murmur softly, reaching back and carding your fingers through his hair. You snicker and turn your head to press your lips to his. “Did you get my clothes out of the yard?” You ask him with a grin.
He chuckles against your lips, "yes. I did. They are ruined." He doesn't feel ashamed of that, "I will get you some new ones when we get back home. There's - there's something I want to give you" He confesses, cupping your cheek so you meet his gaze. "A ring" He reveals.
Your brow arches up and you lean back to watch him carefully. “A ring?” You ask. “You want that? I never want you to feel pressured.” You promise him. He had been a pretty firm bachelor before you, spending so much time in special ops that he never settled down.
Frankie chuckles, “I’m not pressured. I want you. I know what I want, baby and it’s you. For the rest of my life. I love you so fucking much. I just - I need you to be mine” He murmurs, kissing along your neck.
“I love you too.” You promise,titling your head and moaning softly when his mustache scrapes over your skin. “Already yours but I would love to marry you.” You giggle. “Mrs. Morales. I already love the sound of that.”
He smiles, “I do have a ring in my bag. I’ll propose properly later but I just wanted you to know my intentions. You’re it for me baby. I want to marry you. Make you my wife. Mine in every way” He says, sliding his hand along your stomach.
You hum and cover his hand with yours. “I like the sound of that.” Turning your head to kiss him again, you smirk. “As long as we can repeat this sometime?”
Frankie hums, “yes baby. We can do that. I enjoyed it. You weren’t scared by that side of me?” He asks, worried he has scared you off despite you agreeing to accept his proposal.
“Not at all.” You promise, squeezing his hand. “I know you would stop at any moment. You are a good man, no matter what you tell yourself. In fact,” you squirm a bit, “you can go rougher next time.”
He groans, cock twitching in interest against your lower back. “Really? That wasn’t enough for you? You really are a greedy little slut” He chuckles, reaching up to squeeze your tit.
“For you?” You let out a breathless laugh. “Always.” You lean back against him and kiss his jaw. “Next time when you catch me, I say you fuck my ass.”
Frankie groans, “God baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He cups your cheek to turn your head to kiss your lips again. He’s a lucky son of a bitch to have you and nothing is going to take you away from him, not even himself, not his dark side. You’re his and that’s the way it’s going to stay.