His hand moves to cup her face and pull her closer in order to close the gap between them, when the girl suddenly backs off. She starts bitching and... she slaps him?! What?! Frank is completely and utterly stunned. What is happening?
He keeps staring at her in disbelief. She yells at him, and he doesn't like it at all, yet, he feels heavily aroused. Is this going to be another round of their little game? Jo wants it too. He knows that. The way her body reacted to him made it crystal clear, but what is this - she's walking away? Fine. Let's play.
Frank gets up from the couch.
He quickly grabs her shoulder, spins her around, and throws her against the wall with force. His figure looms over hers, and the light behind him casts a deep shadow over her shrinking form. Her eyes however, are glowing with anticipation. The boy's mouth turns into a defiant snarl. "You wanna play, bitch? Fine by me." His fingers twitch to touch her, and something below his belt does too. His blood is hot under his skin as he imagines all of the things he wants to do to her.
Jo grins at him. It is nasty and endearing. It makes him powerful and weak at the same time.
A part of Frank wants to rush in - tear away the layers of clothing keeping her covered and collapse her shaking knees to the ground, rip at her hair and force her to choke him down. Or, perhaps, use his trusty knife to drag weeping lines down her exposed flesh, having the girl cry out and squirm underneath him. The thought makes the boy shiver in need.
Or, he could take his time. A bit unlike him, sure, but this was a special occasion.
He could play it slow, drag his fingers up her arms - to the dips of her collarbones. Witness every last goosebump in its wake.
He could flatten the palm of his hands and slide them up her shirt until she's the one trying to take it off. Trace the outline of her arousal through her underwear until that condescending look on her face turns into one of want. And he knows he could do it, too.
Oh, he could work her until she's practically begging for him to take her.
Mind racing, eager arousal bubbling within him, Frank brings a hand up to Jo's face and pats her cheek before he flattens his palm against her flesh. It's dewy - hot.
Soft.
Gently, he caresses her. His thumb rubbing saccharine circles into her skin. Her eyes are fixated on him with a panting breath ghosting past her lips. "You like that, bitch? You like me touching you, huh?" He moves closer. His face only inches away from hers, he presses his throbbing groin against her body. "You want this. You need someone to take control over you for once. I bet you're dripping wet already." Jo's eyes become glassy and she starts biting her lip.
Frank grins to himself as he starts brushing his lips over hers - gently, slowly. Eager to tease her as much as possible. His other hand finds its way to her hip, and he gives it a firm grip before he slowly moves up and under her shirt, and then leaves his hand just resting on her waist. "Are you enjoying the game so far, baby? Want to continue? Hmm..?" He hums against her lips before gently kissing her. Again... and again. Just tiny little kisses - enough to make her feel his lips on her own, yet not firm enough to actually be enjoyable. Frank stops caressing her face and moves his hand to grab her throat, and bashes her head against the wall. "Or do you like this version of the game better? Just tell me, and I will oblige."
Her panting becomes rapid.
Talk about fun.
A shaky hand moves to cup his face, pulling him closer, and Frank starts brushing his tongue against her lips.
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