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“Take your pants off and get on the bed, on your back with your legs spread,” Karen ordered as she kept walking to her closet to get the necessary items she needed. She heard Frank answer with a quiet, “Yes, Mistress,” as she bent over to grab the box containing her strap-on. Hearing Frank stop moving in the middle of taking his pants off, she, without looking at him, said, “Frank, do as you’re told and quit ogling me.”
“Apologies, ma’am.” Frank blushed, looking away quickly and kicked his pants and briefs away before climbing onto the bed, wincing a little at his sore knees.
Karen’s lips quirked before she looked back at the man, “You okay?”
“Yeah, just remaining soreness. I’m fine.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Karen smiled as she turned away to enter the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Frank nodded despite her not seeing him, laying on the bed. After a moment, he grabbed a pillow to put under his head, moving his head around to get comfortable. After that, he shifted his hips around to find a comfortable spot before he remembered Karen asked him to spread his legs. “ Shit… ”
Taking a breath, Frank bent his knees and let them fall open, hoping this is what Karen meant. “Christ,” Frank whispered as his cheeks went red at the vulnerability of the position, desperately wanting to close his legs but wanting to be good for Karen even more so. Frank nervously fidgeted with his collar, wanting to put it in the perfect position and needing something, anything to do with his hands.
It felt like hours before Karen came out of the bathroom, stealing Frank’s breath away. She stood there, still in the same lingerie but a harness around her hips with a hefty-sized navy blue dildo hanging from it. Frank couldn’t tell if he stopped breathing at the beauty of Karen Page or the thought of taking that fake cock up his ass. Or both. It was definitely both.
“Frank, breathe,” Karen softly reminded despite struggling to disguise her shit-eating grin with a sweet, innocent smile.
Instantly, Frank took a deep breath, the burning of his lungs going straight to his hardening dick. “Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, his eyes rapidly shifting to various parts of Karen, mainly settling on her face and fake cock.
Karen couldn’t help but laugh as she walked over to the bedside table to grab the lube before she climbed onto the bed between Frank’s legs. “Frank, you with me?”
“Always, Karen,” Frank answered, blinking his eyes to shake out of the trance he was in. At least, for now.
“Good. ‘Cause now I can tell you how incredibly hot and pretty you look like this,” Karen praised, heat rushing into her core as she watched Frank blush a deep red, trying desperately not to look away. “Aw, baby… Don’t be embarrassed. I only speak the truth, remember?”
Frank nodded, feeling lightheaded at how fast his blood was rushing to his dick. He always reached whole new levels of existence with Karen; levels of happiness, levels of comfortable vulnerability, and certainly new levels of arousal. Fuck, Frank didn’t think he’d been this aroused before and Karen hasn’t even touched him yet.
“You’re already close, huh, baby? Without me even doing anything?” Karen looked directly into Frank’s eyes as she ran her hands up and down his thighs, trying to get him to relax.
“No, Mistress. Just aroused out of my mind,” Frank answered, breathing deeply as he tried to meet Karen halfway to relax him. He remembered when they talked about this before that the most important thing for him was to relax. Frank closed his eyes, focused on his breathing and letting Karen’s motions wash over him, as if her hands were massaging his whole body.
After a couple minutes of that, Frank opened his eyes to meet Karen’s, who hadn’t taken her eyes off of his despite his being closed. “Is that better, Frank?”
Frank took stock of his body; noting his much more relaxed shoulders, his legs fallen open instead of held there, his breathing much more easy. Most importantly, his arousal wasn’t a roaring fire; it was now more of a flickering flame. “Yeah, much better. Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re quite welcome, darling. Now, are you ready to get started,” Karen asked, removing her hands to grab the lube, not yet popping it open until she got her answer.
“As ready as I’m gonna be, I think,” Frank answered, taking another breath as his nerves threatened to take over again.
“Hey, listen to me. We don’t have to go all the way tonight, okay? This is about you, and what you want.”
“I know, I know. I do want this though, more than I thought I ever would. Maybe I’ll feel better after we get started so that I’ll actually know how it feels. ‘Cause right now, I just have a million ideas running through my head and most of them aren’t good,” Frank rambled on, his nerves starting to win again. “Uh, can you- that thing- your hands?”
Karen nodded as she deciphered Frank’s words, dropping the lube and placing her hands on Frank’s thighs to begin rubbing them again. “I understand, Frank. Just breathe. After you calm down again, we’ll get started, okay? Tell me our system again.”
Frank took a moment to breathe before reciting their rules, “Green is go, yellow is pause, red is stop. Tapping; one for green, two for yellow, three for red. There is nothing wrong with using it, it’s there to help us be safe, mentally and physically.”
Karen smiled, nodding at Frank as she gently squeezed his thighs, “Good boy, that’s good. You breathed while saying it. Do you feel better?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you… again. Ugh, I’m being difficult and messing this up, aren’t I?” Frank sighed and brought his hands up to roughly run them through his hair and over his face.
“No, you’re not. Frank, look at me,” Karen ordered, pausing until Frank locked eyes with her, “This is new for both of us. It’s natural to be nervous about this, okay? And I have to tell you how proud I am of you for showing how nervous you are instead of bottling it up and making this a lot less fun than it should be. You’re letting me help you. There’s nothing wrong with that and it’s all I’ve ever wanted from you, okay?”
“It’s why you got me the collar…” Frank muttered, trying to get past what his brain was telling him. Trying not to get up and run and never come back.
“Yes. That collar is a symbol of how far you’ve come with letting me be a part of your life and letting me help you through things. I know that sometimes you can see that but when you can’t, that collar sets you back on the right path. The path you chose when you came with me to get it.” Karen moved around Frank to sit next to him, placing a hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. “This is your path, Frank. And I’ll be damned if anyone tries to take it from you again.”
Frank’s breath shuddered as he blinked away his tears, looking up at Karen as if she was an angel. Hell she was, she was his angel. “You really are one tough badass, aren’t you? Telling someone with enough blood on his hands to drown the city that my enemies will have to go through you to get to me.”
Karen laughed, brushing an escaping tear off of Frank’s cheek, “Honey, I took down Wilson Fisk a few times and I’ll probably have to do it a few more. Whoever’s coming after you ain’t got nothing on me.”