Imagine having current Frank with his wrists tied to your head board and his eyes blindfolded, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties. You trace patterns over his stomach softly. He whimpers your name softly. You teasingly rub him over his panties, causing him to moan. You roughly kiss him, digging your nails into his ribs, causing small beads of blood to appear on his sides. “Quiet.” you whisper harshly into his ear, “Or you won’t get to come tonight.” “Y-yes mistress…” he whispers hesitantly, uncertain if that counted as making a sound. You kiss him again, softer this time. You lick the blood from his sides, making Frank bite his lips to keep from making noise. You begin to leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses on his thighs, being careful not to touch him. Frank tenses up beneath you, lifting his hips from the bed, as if that would make you pay attention to the place you were paying no attention to whatsoever. Knowing it’s one of his weak spots, you kiss his neck roughly, as sort of a test to see if he could handle that without moaning. Frank bites down harder on his lip, his legs twitch, but he makes no noise. “Have something to say, Frankie?” you ask teasingly. “You look so cute like this, you know.” It’s all he can do not to come right there, your voice like that is nearly too much. “P-Please touch me!” he gasps, almost yelling, struggling against the restraints. You ponder for a moment. “Alright.” you say. “Thank y-” Frank starts before you interrupt. “First, I want you to say you’re mine. My little slut.” you smirk. Frank can’t take it anymore. “I’m your- I’m your little slut!” he moans, his voice cracking, and with that you take him in your mouth in one swift move. It doesn’t take long for him to come, his face going red as he gasps at the sensation, the pleasure. “I love you so much.” Frank says as you take off the blindfold and kiss him sweetly.