All it started out with was a long day of work and flowers. Frank had seen them on his way home, and as much as he hated being sentimental, you just seemed to tick his brain the right way. So he picked some up, and when he came home, seeing you oh so carefully curled up in bed after such a long day of work... well...

It would be cliché to say he couldn't help himself. He could help himself. He had great self control, in fact, so much so that if he wanted to, he could have simply set the flowers down, gotten into bed with you, and held you close. That's what he could have done. But after waking you up with soft bites on your shoulder and neck, he knew he had to have you.

Frank truly relished in the sounds of your moans. Your leg propped over his shoulder, one hand plunging his fingers deep inside of your precious hot cunt while his other hand wrapped deliciously around your throat. Fuck he just liked seeing you cry and break beneath him. Every time you looked away, every time you so much as tried to squirm or move, he'd snatch his fingers away, rewarding your disobedience with a harsh slap to your glistening folds until you stilled yourself.