Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 20: The Flame of Desire

***Frank***


By the time he opened his eyes again he realized that the sun had gone down. Frank sat up and stretched his arms out. He looked up and saw that his two pets were still in bed. Gerard was still asleep, but Jamia was awake. She was carefully carding her fingers through Gerard's alluring red hair and smiling. Frank got up and went over to the window to get a better look. Gerard's shirt was missing and Jamia was resting in her camisole and the undergarment that Frank gave her to wear. He could see her lips moving and enabled the sound again.


***Jamia***


"Gerard, Gerard, wake up honey."

Gerard stirred a little in Jamia's arms. She loved how he pushed into her fingers as they threaded through his hair. She missed the long black hair, but there was something mesmerizing about the vibrant red he had now. It looked like he trimmed the roughness that was there after Frank cut the length away. It appeared healthy and framed his face beautifully. Jamia stroked his cheek lightly and Gerard sighed. He turned on his back and slowly opened his eyes. The beautiful honey and jade color met with Jamia's face and he smiled up at her. She smiled back and leaned down to kiss him. They kissed slowly just enjoying the warmth of each other's tongues and arms that circled around protectively. They both came up for much-needed air and laughed at this. Jamia sat up on her knees and gave Gerard a chance to get up on his. He stretched his back like a cat and she heard the bones in his back crack quietly. He looked like an exotic animal that Frank had taken possession of. Jamia reached up and felt the collar around her neck. She caressed the metal ring and sighed. Gerard looked up at her and his eyes filled with temporary longing and a little envy. Jamia smiled and removed her collar and held it out for Gerard. Gerard turned his back and Jamia clasped the collar onto his neck. Gerard reached up and felt the material and sighed contently. He rose from the bed and went over to the mirror. She followed and draped herself over his back and watched him caress the collar. Watching his expression, she noticed that the bandage that wound around his upper body was fairly new.

"Gerard, when did you get this bandage?"

Gerard blushed and looked at Jamia's reflection. They made perfect eye contact.

"T-T-Two days ago"

Jamia just looked at him in the mirror and then she realized what he said. Her eyes got wide and Gerard broke his gaze and looked down. Jamia found her hands straying to the front of Gerard's chest and slowly untying the cloth. She carefully unwound the bandage so that she could see the new damage that Frank inflicted on him. Over the left breast, she saw a small flame carved into the skin. Nearby there was a fairly deep gash. Jamia dropped the bandage and covered her mouth.

"Oh Gerard, he hurt you again."

Gerard looked back up at Jamia in the mirror and brought his hand to touch the flame.

"No, he was just reminding me who I am."

Jamia watched as Gerard traced the flame completely and then moved his hand back up to the collar. She swore that a look of ease passed through, but it was gone when their eyes met again and Gerard just smiled at her. He turned around and kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled back trying to let him know that she understood his feelings.

"I should clean and dress the wounds before you get dressed for supper. I will be right back."

Jamia went to the side of the bed and fetched her uniform. After putting on her shoes, she made her way back to Gerard and held out her hand for the collar. Gerard frowned a bit and took her hand. He turned it and kissed the knuckles, nipping at them lightly.

"Please, can I wear it a little longer?"

"Alright, I have to go up to your room to get the salve and then the linen closet for some clean cloths. I will be back in a bit."

Jamia looked over at the pitcher and basin.

"I should also get some clean water. Looks like it will take me a little longer, just stay here please."

Gerard smiled and Jamia blew him a kiss as she left the room.


***Gerard***


Once Jamia was gone Gerard turned back to the mirror. He fingered the collar again and pulled on the ring a bit. He groaned a bit and realized that he was half hard. Fuck what that man put into his thoughts. He was so hard to figure out. One minute he was acting normal and the next Gerard found himself in the worst situations. He honestly did not think he would encounter Frank much at all during the three days with Robert, but from day one he was wrong. There was not one day that Gerard did not spend time with Frank in some form. He recalled the incident as he touched the flame carving again. He brushed his hand over the gash and wondered if Frank really would have killed him. What made Frank so angry at him all the time? And then last night? That was....Gerard had no words for it. He did not even think it was possible to cum more than once ever, but Frank had brought him off not three, but four times when he....fucked him. Gerard blushed fiercely despite the fact that he was alone he remembered how good it felt to have Frank touch me. The whole three days, Frank never touched him once and Robert never touched him. It was mutually taught to Gerard that once he was married that he was to pleasure his husband and then himself in private. That first night, he had hoped that Robert would touch him too, but he knew this would not happen. It was so different with someone else making the ministrations. Gerard started to really get hard now from the memory and his hand strayed to his pants and palmed the outside along the straining length. He remembered how he had begged Frank to fuck him after he came a second time. He also remembered Frank talking him through cumming a third time by describing what he would do to him if he succeeded. He was pleased to find that Frank was a man of his words. Gerard realized that rubbing the outside was not enough and he opened the clasp on the pants and reached in and made contact with the skin on his head.

"Oh fuck..."

Gerard felt the hardness in his fist and he started to pump himself slowly. He thought about how Frank had pushed him on his knees and took him in a way that he might as well have been an animal. Well to Frank he was a pet, so it made sense, but Frank made him feel in a way that Robert could not. Gerard let out a moan as his thoughts filled with Frank pounding into him as he had promised. How deliciously used he felt and how Frank had hit something inside of him that made him want to scream out if he could have. How Frank made him cum a fourth time by hitting this spot. Gerard increased his pace and started to breathe heavily. He knew that he was close and was losing his balance. He leaned against the mirror with one hand and panted hard enough to fog it up a bit. The final straw was him remembering how after he came Frank had turned him so that he was facing up. Gerard did not know what possessed him to climb into Frank's lap nor did he know where the strength came from since he was almost completely fucked out by then, but feeling Frank grip his ass tight and hold him up was so amazing. He recalled licking Frank's ear and how Frank clamped down onto his neck and just filled Gerard to overflowing. That was it for Gerard, that memory pushed him right over and he came all over his hand with two words escaping from his mouth.

"Oh, Master!"


***Frank***


Well, that was completely unexpected. Frank watched as Gerard put himself back together in time for Jamia to return with bandages. He watched as Gerard stripped out of his clothes and stood there while Jamia removed old bandages and cleaned each area. They was even less red then there was days ago and some of them will fade into faint scars, but they will always be visible. The hangman still stood out the most though and kind of made Frank proud. Jamia was careful in making sure the salve was plentiful to ensure his skin stayed infection free and then she wrapped each one. The one on Gerard's upper chest was last and he watched as it disappeared under cloth once again. As Jamia tightened the cloth, Gerard leaned against the mirror with both hands this time. His skin still looked flush from the previous actions and Frank thought he looked beautiful. This was the Gerard that he loved to see the most. The broken Gerard was always wanted but flush like this and with a look in his eyes like he wanted more and could take it. Frank knew that even Jamia could tell that Gerard had done something while she was gone. Maybe he would fuck Gerard and make Jamia watch while he forced her to bring herself off. Frank pondered this, but then thought, 'No, that is something I want all to myself.' He did not want Jamia to see what he could do to Gerard and how he could reduce him to a grovelling, begging, mess of a man.

At this point, Frank decided that he saw enough from the window. He closed off the sound and watched as Gerard reluctantly returned the collar to Jamia as the tapestry fell back in its proper place. Frank got dressed for supper and then left the room. He stopped in front of Jamia's door thought about knocking and then said fuck it and just opened the door. Gerard was in the middle of replacing his shirt and Jamia was standing in front of the mirror adjusting her collar. They both looked up at him at the same time and blushed. Frank just leaned against the door frame and enjoyed the view. As Gerard was nearing the top of the shirt, Frank could see the red ring from where he had the collar previously. He walked up to Gerard.

"Here Gee, let me get that for you."

Gerard dropped his hands immediately and Frank reached up and finished buttoning the shirt. Then he changed his mind and opened up two buttons again. This exposed Gerard neck, pale with the faint red mark and a bit of his chest. Frank slid his hand up to the red ring on Gerard's neck and lightly brushed the indent. He felt Gerard stiffen under him and then relax as he traced down to the pale flesh on his chest. He lingered there a few minutes and then pulled away and crossed to Jamia who was waiting at the mirror. He ran a hand up her back to the clasp on the collar. He felt under the material and found too much space. He readjusted the collar tighter on her, all the while keeping an eye on Gerard in the mirror. Gerard's eyes looked hungry, watching Frank and Frank just smirked knowingly.

The three of them left and walked down the hall to the main way. Jamia left for the kitchen and Gerard headed to the stairs to get changed. Frank started to head down the Western Hall and as they parted by the stairs, Frank felt Gerard brush his hand lightly. Frank looked up at Gerard as he held his head high walking gracefully up the stairs. Frank continued to the Study. In the Study, he found Robert in the same place with the empty wine glass and a now empty teacup and a plate covered in crumbs.

"Robert, have you been here the whole time?"

Robert looked up and his eyes were red from reading in the firelight. He had not even realized it had gotten dark enough that the lamps needed to be turned up. Frank walked to the desk and turned the lamp to the highest setting. The room went from a soft glow to full brightness. Frank could see that the pile of papers that were on one side of the desk this morning was now on the other side completed. Robert rubbed his ink-stained hands over his eyes and yawned.

"Yeah, Frank. I had to get this paperwork settled before tomorrow. I know it is Sunday, but Gerard usually understands these things. He finds ways of entertaining himself. Have you seen him today?"

"Yeah, he took a nap after a walk in the garden. I did the same so it looks like we both missed dinner."

"Mr. Wentz brought me some tea and a cake so I could keep working. He is accustomed to me being hold up in here. The life of a businessman you know."

Robert just chuckled at that and stood up stretching his back backwards. Frank heard it crack in many places. Robert yawned again and went to find a rag to wipe the ink off of his hands. He grabbed the papers he was working on along with the others and placed them into his valise. He placed the valise on the side of the desk and headed to the door. Frank hung back for a minute looking at the valise.

"You coming Frank?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

Both men left the room. As they passed the stairs Gerard was descending them. He stopped in front of Robert and leaned over the railing to give him a quick kiss. Robert took Gerard's hand and kissed it lightly. Gerard giggled a bit, which pissed Frank off. Robert held Gerard's hand the rest of the way down and at the bottom step enveloped him into his arms and swung him to the floor. He kissed Gerard again and then made his way up the stairs. Gerard sighed watching him. Frank was staring at Gerard with mounting anger. He wanted Gerard to only look at him with that expression. He cleared his throat and Gerard looked at him like an animal caught in broad daylight. Gerard immediately fell into submissive position and Frank could not help to look impressed. He looked up and saw that Robert was not even halfway up the stairs and could look down anytime to see that Gerard had fallen to his knees in front of Frank. Frank pulled his eyes away from Robert and looked back down at Gerard. He was beautiful waiting to be commanded. Gerard had presented himself as if it was second nature to him now. Frank smirked and stepped up to him. He lifted Gerard's head so that he was looking into his eyes.

"You have pleased me my pet with your actions here so there will be no further punishment."

Frank held his hand out for Gerard and he took it carefully. Frank helped him rise up and walked with him to the dining room. He seated Gerard at his place and took his own seat. Jamia came from the kitchen and poured a glass of wine from his personal collection. Frank watched Gerard as he licked his lips at the cool red liquid filling the goblet. Frank beckoned for Jamia to lean down further and he whispered into her ear. She smiled and looked at Gerard and nodded. When she was finished pouring Frank's drink she crossed to the other side of the table and filled Gerard's glass. Frank lifted his glass at Gerard in a mock salute. Gerard blushed and picked up his glass. Both men crossed the table with their arms and clinked their glasses together. Frank watched as Gerard took a long swallow of the crimson blood water and groaned with satisfaction. Frank smirked and took a sip of his own. They both put their glasses down, just as Robert entered the room.