Epilogue II

RAFAEL

I watch Frankie as she talks to Eleanor, our friend visiting from the U.S., looking as stunning as always in that tight evening dress. I’d told her not to wear it, but she did anyway—defiance in its purest form. That’s why her panties were soaked with my cum, and a butt plug hummed quietly in her ass. She had a knack for testing my limits, my little rebel.

Even if she hadn’t worn the dress, I’d still be fuming. Just this morning, she’d vomited at the mere smell of eggs, but instead of staying home to rest as I told her, she snuck out and went to work. Twice today, she defied me. Frankie thrives on disobedience, knowing full well I’ll punish her. Punish her until she’s trembling in fear and pleasure—the adrenaline rush she craves.

Now, she’s doing her best to ignore me as she chats with Eleanor about God knows what. Even if she didn’t love me yet, my presence was impossible for her to overlook. My aura alone was enough to command attention.

I pull my ph