Page 35 of Owned By Frank

We go out the front door and he carefully pulls me into the car.

Dante whispers something to Frank and gives me one last look and then enters the room. Seconds later Frank gives a signal to his men and they nod.

Finally he looks at me and winks and then follows the dark man. I think he will come with me but that idea is taken away the moment the car starts.

It can't be, the idiot has made fun of me!

- Frank opens the damn door! - I shout out the window.

He doesn't listen to me, on the contrary he climbs the steps and gets lost in the crowd.

- Frank.., fuck! Open the fucking door!

The car starts and I give one last knock and then I give up. I scream and curse in the seat.

What do you want to play with?! Well I'll show you how to play!

We arrive at the mansion, locked up again!

One of the men opens my door and invites me out. I don't make a mess, I just start walking.

They position themselves behind me obviously so I don't try to escape. They escort me to my room and once inside they lock the door.

I quickly run to the windows in the hope that they are open and curse loudly when I see that they are closed. I take off my shoes and throw them hard on the floor, making each pair fly to a different corner.

I go into the bathroom and, once inside, I take off my dress, followed by my panties and bra. I get in the tub and give myself time to relax.

Minutes later I get my body out of the tub and wash my hair. I pass the soap through my skin, through my legs, through my arms and finally through my abdomen.

Suddenly, the image of Frank comes to mind. I try to get rid of his stupid smile but it becomes impossible. Without being aware, I touch my lips remembering the kiss he gave me, the kiss I gave him back.

I remember how soft they were, I remember how mine were assailed, how he kissed me with abruptness and possession. His hands held me by the hips and pressed me tightly against him, making my body tremble.

I open my eyes abruptly when I notice that I have started to touch myself thinking about him, but what the hell is happening to me?

I get out of the shower and wrap my body in the towel. I look at my face in the mirror and notice that my skin is paler than ever. My red lips stand out on my skin. My hair is wet so I grab the dryer will take a while to work.

After I am completely dry I leave the place. I look in the closet for some pajamas and all I find are little laces to sleep in. I can't believe it. What a joke, Frank! I know what you're trying to do.

I have no choice and I put on one of them since the rest consists of party dresses, jeans and elegant blouses.

After I'm ready I look at the room and a huge silence overwhelms me. I just get into bed and try to catch my eye.

I don't know exactly what is going on since I hear noises downstairs, the front door opens and I hear people talking. I don't care and try to sleep.

As hard as I try, I can't get to sleep. Frank has been here for half an hour. I know because I've heard his voice. I look at the clock on the little table and it's : AM.

I close my eyes with the intention of going to sleep, but just then the door opens.

I can feel my heart racing as I listen to his footsteps. I pretend to be asleep just as the bed skeaks, giving me the warning that Frank is very close to me.

I feel his fingers traveling over my shoulder very slowly making my hair stand on end.

Slowly, his touch drops to my waist, and then I get up abruptly and run to the corner of the room.

- I knew you were awake Gracie...

He has taken off her tuxedo and is now wearing a tracksuit while his chest is exposed.