Wickedly Ever After

by Evans, Anna J.

  But Frank didn’t feel like a stranger, and for the first time in a long time, Edna felt close to another person. She felt understood, a feeling that was nearly as drugging as lust. And possibly as addictive.

  “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. Immediately, her walls contracted 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 terrifying.

  She’d never felt this laid bare, been 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, hand 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 in 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 up and down in his skinny, no more than nineteen-year-old throat.

  “Did that kid just watch—“ Edna gulped in a breath. “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 as he crossed to the sink in the corner to wash his hands. For all she could tell, it was as if his subordinates caught him finger-fucking women every day.

  Good god, maybe they did. What did she really know about Frank? She had no idea who this man was or what he was really about.

  That was 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, drying his hands. “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 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.

  “Where are you going?” Frank asked, sounding suspicious. What right he had to be suspicious 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 out 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 p
rod.”

  “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 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 need to act naturally, and 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?”

  “In a way.”

  “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 on guard, but how would it have felt to be completely clueless, to think that she was 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 Edna. 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 Edna 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, placed his comforting I’ll-take-care-of-everything hands on her shoulders. A sizzle of arousal 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,” Frank continued. “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 still, struggling to revive all those self-preservation instincts that she had once thought she possessed 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 looked into his eyes and thought 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,” Frank said. “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, unease churning 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 Stepsisters 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 if 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. She might as well let her stalker slash her throat and be done with it.

  “And I’d do it again,” Frank said. “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. 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,” she blurted out. “You did have a gun in your diaper.”

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

  “Cocksure bastard,” Edna muttered.

  “I heard that.”

  Cocksure bastard with excellent hearing, Edna thought, ignoring the 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.

  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, reminding herself that she wasn’t defenseless. She had drawn blood with this crop once tonight, albeit unintentionally, and she could do it again.

  She had also managed to do some damage with her shoes on a man like Frank, and there was no way this loser could be that big. If he was that manly, he wouldn’t have to resort to writing threatening letters to a woman half his size.

  “Right,” she whispered aloud.

  With a deep breath, she took up her customary position in the center of the room.

  “Mistress, may I enter?” came a raspy, hushed voice from the west dressing room seconds later.

  Shit, it was him.

  It was time to step into character. Ready or not, her homicidal maniac had arrived.

  Chapter Four

  “Enter, slave,” Edna’s voice sounded from the room, her tone twice as haughty and imperious as it had been when he had first entered her parlor.

  Frank had to admit that he was impressed, but still worried. He didn’t want her out there alone. What had sounded like an acceptable course of action when he hadn’t known Edna—hadn’t tasted her, touched her, watched the walls behind her eyes come crashing down as she abandoned herself completely to the pleasure he gave her—did not seem so acceptable now.

  Sure, he could see her on the surveillance monitor and would be able to reach her in seconds, but it didn’t feel like enough. He felt horribly unprepared. Of course, when he had been prepping himself and the team for this moment, he’d had no idea that he would be this emotionally invested in the outcome.

  He had come here wanting to do a good job for his queen, to protect her estranged stepmother. Now,
he was sitting in this damned dressing room, sweating his balls off, determined to save the life of a woman he was on his way to being consumed with. He wanted Edna for his own. He would bet his left arm that tonight had been her first time in the submissive role, but she had taken to it like a fish finding water.

  The trust she’d given him so freely and honestly had overwhelmed him. He didn’t want any other man to be on the receiving end of that kind of trust. It would be too easy to abuse her, to take advantage of her while she was so new to the scene. And she would be new to the scene. There was no way she’d be able to resist another experience after what they’d done tonight. She would start to crave the freedom of submission, and he was already craving the sweet responsibility of being her instructor in the art.

  You’re craving more than the privilege of instructing her. You want her, man, all of her.

  As if on cue, his cock started to swell and thicken, recovering from the softening brought on by Nate’s untimely appearance on the scene. Thank god the kid had shown up, or Frank might not have been able to stop himself from finishing what they’d started. He’d only meant to kill a little time and relax Edna in the process. He’d never intended for things to go so far or that he would be tempted to take things further. By the time she’d told him to fuck her, he’d nearly forgotten the reasons he shouldn’t.

  What were a few dozen men waiting for his command and a suspected stalker on the way, when his cock felt like it would explode if he didn’t get inside a certain woman’s pussy?

  The taste of her still lingered in his mouth, sweet and addictive. She tasted so clean yet so decadent, a compelling mix of innocence and abandon. It made him wonder…

  Who was the real Edna? Was she that woman she’d given him a glimpse of—a widow betrayed by a confused teenager? Or was she a better actress than he had assumed, the kind of woman who knew how to read her clients and give them what they wanted, even if it wasn’t something usually on the menu?

  Frank felt a knot form in his chest as suspicion took root. Could she have taken him for a ride? He’d never hired a woman for pleasure, what did he really know of the way the transactions worked? Watching Edna prowl about the center of the room with complete confidence in the presence of a man she assumed was a psychopath made him wonder—was he the teacher or the student in their relationship?