Frankie Xiao

"Lemme put Lovey down, then I'll make us some tea and we can talk.." River smiles down at me as he pushes open the front door to the apartment, stepping aside to let me enter first..

I kick off my shoes by the door, my mind emptying of the day's thoughts.. I don't want to talk about Li Jun or the other girls he had brutalised and mistreated.. Meeting Lijuan had only made it even more glaringly obvious to me that I am a new person.. I am strong, like her.. I am braver than I'd ever given myself credit for.. To see her was like looking in a mirror and for the first time, I admired myself through her eyes..

I was always destined for so much more than to be the slave of Li Jun and now I have the opportunity to create my own fortune, to stand up for myself and take those things I want.. To fulfil myself with all the unspoken desires that have lived in me for as long as I can remember, but I was too meek to voice.. "Oh, I want more than to talk, River.."

He hums in amusement, crossing to the hall with the sleeping babe and calling back over his shoulder.. "More than tea?"

I giggle, flopping down on the sofa.. "Maybe later.."

River returns to the living room, shrugging out of his jacket and sinking down tiredly beside me.. "O'kay good, cus I don'ae think I can move, I'm bloody knackered.." His head falls back and his sleepy eyes drift closed.. The grimace on his face gives away his aching pain..

"I hate it when you hurt.. Let me make you feel better, my sweetheart.." I slide across the sofa and crawl into his lap to knead at his shoulders and he groans in delight..

"Mmmh.. Ye' know I love it when ye' do that, Frankie.." The Tiger purrs affectionately..

"What else do you love, Tiger?" My hands slide down his heavy built, sinewy biceps, squeezing and stroking at his aching muscle until the tension in him eases and his breath becomes relaxed and his hands settle comfortably around my hips..

"I love the way ye' care for me.. That ye' still think of me so selflessly, even when I give ye' permission not to.." He sighs softly, tipping his head forward and my fingers slink around the back of his neck to massage at the base of his skull as pride pulses through my veins..

"And?" My heart beat dances to the resonant melody of his lyrical Irish accent.. The flowing sing-song of his voice is a tune I could listen to all day..

"I love how ye' take control of me, but yer' never forceful.. I've never been treated so gently.." His lively eyes, illuminated and evergreen lift to meet with mine.. Drawing me into a dreamy, hypnotised state..

"What else?" I lean down to kiss his melon-pink lips and he hums..

"I love the way ye taste, the way you smell.. And the feelin' of yer' tiny little body, pressed against mine.."

I trace a finger across his lips.. "How do I taste?"

"Hmm.." He thinks for a few seconds, carefully considering my question.. "Fruity-- like peaches or maybe tangerines? No.. Like strawberries and seasalt-- So fuckin' delicious.."

I can't hide my smile, the warm happiness spreads from my chest up to my cheeks.. "How do I smell?"

He leans closer to take a breath of me.. "Mmmh.. Like the first day of spring, flowers and vanilla.."

I grope greedily at his chest and push up his shirt to trace the defined lines of his abs.. "What do I feel like?"

He smiles, pearly and proud as his fingers creep up beneath my dress, stroking ticklish tracks up and down over my thighs.. "Soft.. Yer' skin is creamy like dessert.. Mm and silky.."

I giggle, taking a fistful of the fabric of his shirt and tugging at it.. "You're so good at this.."

He lifts his arms to allow the clothes to slide from his back as I pull it from his shoulders..

"Good at what? Talking?" River chuckles as he runs a hand back through his short cropped strawberry hair to smooth it back into place.. "I s'poze I've had enough practice.."

I marvel at his muscles, my mouth watering hungrily.. I don't think looking at him will ever get any easier, I can barely breathe and my pulse pounds excitedly in my throat.. "You're good at making me feel like you love me.."

He is so strong yet so sweet..
Tough, but tender..
He is a hard man who softens like butter beneath my touch..
To be in control of a creature so dangerous, to possess his admiration and adoration is his gift to me.. And in return, I will give my everything to him

"I do love you, Frankie.."

I love him, for all that he is and now that I know he loves me too, I can't imagine anything I want more than to share all that I am with him..

"So show me, River.."

His tentative hands reach up to the buttons of my sundress, carefully and slowly he begins to unpick them one by one, exposing the porcelain skin and fine freckles sprinkled across my bare chest.. "You're so beautiful it could blind me, Wallflower.. There's this glow inside ye', a light behind yer' eyes that melts me' insides to stupid, sappy mush.. I belong to ye', Princess.."

"You are mine, River, my sweet pet.." I climb to my feet to stand over him on the sofa, my toes sinking into the cushions as my dress slips down around my hips.. "I have everything you need.. I will take care of you, Tiger..

He breathes a shaken breath.."Aye, ye' are everythin' I need.. Tell me how to be that for you, what do ye' need, baby?"

"Don't move.." I instruct softly..

He stays completely still as I wriggle my dress down and over my hips, taking off my underwear in the process..

His disobedient hand lifts to brush against my bare outer thigh.. "Naughty"

-SLAP-

I smack it away and he lets out an amused groan.. "Mmmmhh--fffuck.."

"Don't move.." I shift forward, lifting my knee to his shoulder and leaning forward so that I can feel the breeze of his warm breath blowing through my flower-petals.. "Just watch.."

My fingers glide down to where my wetness has begun to pool and The Tiger's gaze lingers, transfixed as I begin to please myself..

"Fuck me.." He whispers, licking his lips and straining to stay still..

"Ohhmm.." My legs tremble beneath me, causing me to lean harder against him, directing almost all my weight into that one pressure point of his collarbone.. "Do you want to eat me, Tiger?"

"Yes, Princess.. I want to devour ye'.. Please." He grunts, inching forward..

I dig my knee harder into his shoulder.. "No! I didn't say you could.."

He groans.. "Goddamn.. My cock gets so fuckin' hard when ye' tease me, baby.."

"So, touch yourself for me?"

"Ye' want me to jerk off?" He blinks up at me dazed and amazed by my crude demand.

I nod.. "Mmhmm.."

"Yes, Princess.." River unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans as he tilts his hips forward to take out his stiffened staff..

"Don't cum until I say.." I tell him and he nods..

"Yes, Princess.."

He watches as I rub myself while he strokes his cock up and down, soft breathy moans leaving both of our lips until we are panting..

"Open your mouth.." I demand and he does as I take my slippery fingers and place them on his tongue..

"Mmmh--ffankyuu.." He sucks them clean and I barely allow him to take a breath before I take a harsh grip of his strawberry hair and pull him forward to bury his face between my legs..

"Lick me.."

"Mmmmph.." He growls in bliss as he begins to feast on my already soaked flesh..

My pleasure rushes like a river, fast approaching the edge of a waterfall as I look down over my shoulder to see how fast and hard he pumps at his penis, yanking at it with a desperate pace.. The sight of him inducing euphoria and my legs quiver as I cum into his mouth..

With a harsh grip on his hair I pull his head back, forcing him to look up at me.. "I want you to fuck me, River.."

He grabs me like a madman, devoid of self-control.. Taking hold of my hips, he twists his body as he throws me down on the sofa to climb over me, careful not to crush me beneath his brawn.. "I've been thinkin' about fuckin' ye' all day, Princess.."

He lines himself up with my entry as his mouth descends over mine, my body tingling with tension as I wait for that delicious, filling stretch my pussy craves..

But he doesn't push inside.. Instead he huffs a frustrated breath, his head dropping to my shoulder.. "Ah, fuck.. Wait--"

"What?" I pout, my pussy aching almost painfully, desperate to be filled by his powerful masculinity..

He mumbles, his warm lips on my neck.. "I shouldn't-- I can't-- But I want to so fuckin' bad.. Fuck, I'd love to feel yer' skin on mine.."

I squirm beneath him, grinding my hips into his, arching my back so that my nipples graze against his hard chest until they begin to stiffen and become sensitive.. "You can, I want you to, River, I want all of you inside me!"

He lifts his head, a strange irritated sadness in his emerald eyes.. "Not without a rubber.."

For some reason, the forbidden thought of having his bare flesh meet mine, feeling his hot cum inside me and dripping out of me, it's so exciting.. I want him to fuck me without the plastic, but I can see how it conflicts him, as if he believes it would be a mistake for us to be joined, unfettered.. "Ughh.." I groan in playful annoyance.. "Then let's go get one!"

He pushes off me as I swing my legs over the side of the sofa to stand up.. River follows rising to his feet and I turn back to frown at him with the shake of my head.. "No, no.. You get on your knees."

I point to the floor by my feet and his eye's flash with desire as he drops dutifully to his knees.. "Like this?"

"You will crawl behind me, Tiger, that is your place.." I offer my pet a candied cruel smile as he falls forward onto his hands..

"Aye, Princess.. My place is here, at yer' feet.. Thank you." He crawls after me up the hall at my heel as I make my way around the bed, reaching the drawers where the little foil packets of protection are kept..

I turn to look down at him as he begs with puppy dog eyes and a needy whimper.. "Mmh, yer' so pretty, Princess.. So perfect.."

I pat his soft hair and gently scratch at the stubble on his jaw.. "Thank you, my sweetheart.. Come on, I want something from the kitchen too.."

He crawls after me on all fours, like a well trained, giant ginger cat of prey.. Following me back down the hall and onto the tiles, watching as I begin searching the cupboards.. "What are ye' lookin' for, baby?"

"The syrup.." I hum...

"Syrup?" His rosy-golden brow furrows in confusion.. "Why?"

"To make you into a sundae.." I giggle.. "Will you let me?"

"O'course.." He nods with enthusiasm and his mischievously grin twinkles.. "It's up there.." River leans back on his haunches in nothing but his unbuttoned jeans and black boots to point to the cupboard above the stove.. "Do ye' want me to get it for ye', Princess?"

I look up to where he directs, well out of my reach.. Shaking my head when a much more entertaining idea occurs to me.. "No, but I need you to help me, come here." I point to the tile beside me and he crawls diligently into place.. "Stay still, if I fall it will be your fault and you'll have to be punished.."

"Fuckkk.." He groans in pained pleasure as I climb up onto his back to stand on his spine, using him as a stepping stool to retrieve the bottle of sticky amber maple syrup from the top shelf..