Chapter 300: ~ 299
Chapter 299
~Octavia~
The silence in the secluded back row of the VIP lounge made everything tense. You could hear a pin drop with it. The scent of Franklin’s expensive cologne filled it up, almost intoxicating me and the lingering aroma of my own strawberry cocktail.
My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs. His possessive aura completely filled the narrow space, towering over me, pinning me against the plush seats. I wasn’t actually afraid, though. A wild, intoxicating thrill shot straight down my spine as I looked up into his dark, dilated eyes.
"Franklin, wait," I whispered, a breathy, nervous chuckle escaping my lips as I placed my hands flat against his broad, solid chest. I tried to playfully defend myself, raising an eyebrow. "Technically, I didn’t do anything wrong. I was only drinking a cocktail and watching Annie. I wasn’t even looking at the stage."
He didn’t care about my excuses. Franklin silenced me instantly, capturing my mouth in a deep, breathless, and completely bruising kiss that entirely wiped my mind blank. It was a dominant, intoxicating surrender that left my head spinning and my knees feeling like absolute jelly.
When he finally pulled back just a fraction, his hot breath brushed against my lips. "Your punishment officially begins right now, sweetheart," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver straight to my core. "You are banned from going out with the girls for at least a month. And tonight? You belong entirely to me."
His large hands slid slowly down my hips, gripping the hem of my short black dress. His gaze darkened with raw, unfiltered hunger. "First, I want to know exactly what is under this dress." The chemistry between us in the shadows of the empty club was electric, nearly consuming us right then and there.
I was hot down there and he knew. He had started his punishment.
But we couldn’t stay forever. When Franklin finally smoothed down my clothes and led me back out to the main lobby, the club was completely empty and dead silent. The contrast was hilarious. Clinton and Flynn were standing near the exit like two towering, looking furious.
Clinton was carefully wrapping his own suit jacket around a very quiet, flushed, and thoroughly embarrassed Annie to cover her up completely.
Meanwhile, Flynn was practically vibrating with fake irritation, fiercely holding Victoria’s hand so tightly he refused to let go. Victoria was already way too drunk to argue, blinking sleepily as Flynn gave her a stern, low-voiced lecture about the definition of "non-alcoholic drinks."
"Let’s go," Franklin told the boys, his hand firmly planted on the small of my back as he guided me past them and out into the cool night air.
The ride back in Franklin’s car was hilariously tense. The silence inside the cabin was deafening, broken only by the low hum of the engine. I sat in the passenger seat, stealing a cautious glance sideways at his sharp, tightly clenched jawline. My eyes flicked down, and my breath caught in my throat as I noticed the distinct, undeniable bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers.
Oh, I am completely doomed, I thought, a flush of heat creeping up my neck. I knew exactly what was waiting for me the second we crossed the threshold of the estate, and I was excited.
On the bright side, Lael was spending the night being thoroughly pampered and loved by her grandparents, meaning we had all the time we need tonight. And Franklin was more than ready..
The moment the front door of the estate clicked shut behind us, Franklin’s control snapped. He didn’t waste a second. His mouth claimed mine in a fierce, devouring kiss as he backed me toward the grand staircase, hands already roaming possessively over my body.
By the time we reached the master bedroom, my dress was half-undone and my pulse was racing.
He kicked the door shut behind us, the door slamming so hard. The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting intimate shadows across our massive bed. Franklin spun me around and pushed me gently but firmly onto the edge of the mattress.
"On your knees, sweetheart," he commanded, voice low and rough with need. "You’ve been teasing me all night. Now you’re going to make it up to me."
I obeyed eagerly, sinking to my knees on the soft carpet in front of him. My hands trembled with anticipation as I freed his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the tip already glistening. I looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes before leaning in and taking him deep into my mouth.
Franklin groaned loudly, one hand tangling in my hair. "Fuck, Octavia... that mouth of yours." I sucked him with wet, eager strokes, tongue swirling around the swollen head, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed deeper, taking him into my throat.
The salty-musky taste of him drove me wild. I moaned around his length, the vibrations making his hips jerk. He fucked my mouth with controlled thrusts, praising me in that deep, dominant rumble. "Such a good girl when you want to be. Sucking your husband’s cock so beautifully."
Just when his breathing grew ragged, he pulled me off with a wet pop and lifted me onto the bed. He stripped me completely, tossing my dress, bra, and soaked panties aside. Then he flipped me onto all fours, positioning himself behind me. "Arch that back," he ordered, gripping my hips.
I did as told, presenting myself to him. Franklin teased my dripping entrance with the head of his cock before slamming in deep with one powerful thrust. I cried out sharply at the sudden, delicious stretch.
He set a punishing rhythm immediately, hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak and my breasts bounce. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom, mixed with my loud, unrestrained moans.
"Franklin...oh God, yes!" I screamed, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. He reached around to rub my swollen clit in fast circles, his other hand fisting my hair to pull my head back slightly.
"This pussy is mine," he growled, pounding into me relentlessly. "Only mine to fuck. Say it."
"I’m yours—only yours!" I sobbed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My orgasm exploded through me like lightning. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs as I came hard, my walls clenching around his thick cock. A powerful gush of wetness squirted out around him, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath us.
Franklin didn’t slow down. He fucked me through my climax, drawing it out until I was shaking and whimpering. Only then did he flip me onto my back, spreading my legs wide and sliding back inside me in one smooth glide. Face to face now, his dark eyes bored into mine with raw possession and love as he drove deep.
"Look at me while I ruin you," he demanded, hips snapping forward. His thumb returned to my oversensitive clit, forcing another orgasm out of me within minutes. I came again with a broken scream, nails raking down his back as fresh waves of ecstasy ripped through my body.
With a final, guttural groan, Franklin buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me with hot, thick pulses. We collapsed together in a sweaty, panting tangle, his weight a comforting blanket over me.
"Best punishment ever," I whispered breathlessly once I could speak, tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
Franklin chuckled darkly, kissing me softly. "We’re nowhere near done, sweetheart. I have all night to remind you who you belong to." He pulled the silk sheets over us, already trailing kisses down my neck, promising more of the delicious, mind-melting pleasure that only he could give.
The empty mansion was ours, and Franklin intended to claim every inch of me in it.