Frerard One Shots

Kitty Part 2

I felt like making a part two to the one shot I did a while back. Again, this is also dedicated to the blog gerardsdaddy on tumblr. I don’t know how I feel about this one either so again, I might take it down. I’ll have to see how everything goes. Thanks for reading. x-A

 

Frank’s pov-

I stepped out of the shiny black Porsche and flicked my cigarette to the ground. I slammed the door shut and gazed up at my house. I took a deep breath, exhaling long and slow. Then I made my way up the steps and to the front porch. I lived in a good sized expensive house. You might as well have called it a mansion. It was on a hill in the woods far away from everyone. Nearby there was a little town filled with criminals and dark alleyways. No one really knew about the place but the people that occupied it. That was where I worked. I jammed my key in the lock and twisted, yanking the door open. I stepped into the peaceful house and shut the door maybe a little bit too harsh. The low buzz of the TV droned on down the hall and in the living room. I treaded down the hallway to where the noise was coming from. There he was. My pretty gee. He wore one of my oversized sweatshirts that went down to his thighs. He wasn’t wearing any pants but I knew he was wearing those lacy pink panties I bought him. Those were his favorite. Especially for cuddling and just lounging around. He wore smooth light pink stockings that went up to his knees. He laid on his side with his legs slightly spread apart. He perked up when he saw me and sat up in a ready position. I sat down next to him and turned up the TV just a little bit.

“Hey daddy! I missed you bunches! How was work?” He asked with that cute little smile of his.

“Not so great kitten.” I replied with a sigh, still gazing at the TV screen even though I wasn’t even remotely interested in what was showing.

“Aww I’m sowwie daddy. You can always take it out on me if you’re angry. Or you can just sit back and relax. I’ll do the work. I’ll make you feel so good daddy I promise. Lemme make you feel good.” He begged, nuzzling his nose against my shoulder.

“Not now baby. I’m sorry I’m just a little frustrated.” I said lazily.

 “You sure?” He pushed on.

“Yes I’m sure. We’ll do it later.” I said, raising my voice in the tone where I knew he would get the message.

“Ok. Let me at least get you something to drink. Then I’ll leave you alone.” He said.

“Alright kitten. You know the rules though. No touching yourself at all.” I said as he got up.

 “I know daddy. I don’t like to disappoint you.” He said with another smile before heading into the kitchen. I leaned against the armrest and tried to focus on something else. He was so pretty though. It was distracting still even though I wasn’t in the mood. He came back holding my mug in his hands. His hips swayed perfectly when he walked and deep down inside I really wanted to throw him on the couch and fuck him right there.

“Here you go daddy. Your coffee with extra sugar. Just how you like it.” He beamed, holding it out.

 “Thank you sugar. Now go take advantage of the time you have alone.” I replied, taking the mug from him. He nodded and sashayed down the other hallway to his room. He hardly ever even used his room. Usually he spent time in my room, helping me relax while I worked. He even slept in my room. He would curl up in a little ball at the end of my bed, warming up my feet. Sometimes when I wanted to, I would pull him under the covers with me and spoon him. I would stroke his hair and whisper little things in his ear to help him fall asleep. He truly loved living with me and pleasing me. It was really what he wanted to do. I sipped at my coffee slowly and switched through the channels. All the previous events from work left my mind as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep…