Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 41: I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday

***Gerard***

"Oh sure, just following the rules. Having a great time getting fucked by Robert and not caring that Frank is falling apart!"

"What? He's what? Why didn't you tell me!"

"You know what...fuck you, Gerard! Like you even give a shit!"

Michael's words resonated in Gerard's mind all day. Even when he was having noon meal with Robert and giggling at his jokes, it was still there. In the afternoon, Robert wanted to have a stroll in the garden with him, but remembering what happened with Frank there, Gerard could not bring himself to do this. He feigned exhaustion from all their playing and begged off for a nap. Of course Robert did not let him go so easily and insisted on tucking him in to his own bed. As Gerard lay in the bed he recalled when Robert was gone for the weekend, that Frank convinced him to let him fuck him in Robert's bed. He remembered being tied up on the bed and Frank plowed into him roughly. Just when Frank was about to cum, he pulled out and sprayed all over Gerard as well as the headboard and the mattress. It was a way to mark his territory he claimed. Gerard reached up and saw that there was still some dried cum visible above his head. Robert would never notice it and when the wood was polished, it would go away. It was still satisfying for Frank to know it had been there.

In the evening, there was still no sign of Mikey and Frank's return. Robert and Gerard had supper together in the dining room.

"Gee, I just wanted to say to you that these last three days have been like heaven on earth."

Gerard blushed at these words.

"Also I wanted to apologize for taking you for granted during our time together. If I had not been worried about treating you like a lady and being the perfect gentleman, we may not have even been in this situation."

Gerard nodded to let Robert know he understood. After dinner they retired to the library. Robert read poetry to Gerard while he painted their wedding painting. All too soon the clock struck the late hour. Robert rose and embraced Gerard tightly. They shared a passionate kiss and then Robert headed upstairs and Gerard headed down the Eastern Hallway to Frank's room. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. Puzzled he opened up the door and looked in. The lamps were off so the room was still pitch black. Gerard lit one of them and began to get undressed. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. There were a few small markings among the bigger ones, made by Frank, on his body now. They were Robert's and it made Gerard smile a bit. He wondered what Frank would say about them, though. Gerard realized that until Mikey had spoken to him, he had not thought about Frank the entire three days. Perhaps it meant that he was wrong. That he did not love Frank as he thought he did. How could he fall in love with a man after knowing him less than month? It was infatuation at best. Gerard admonished himself for being so careless with his heart and almost ruining his engagement with Robert. Now he thought the same way that he did in the beginning of the contest. That it would not matter what Frank did, the outcome would always be the same with Robert besting Frank and keeping Gerard's heart for himself. Gerard realized that all this could have been avoided if he had just stood his ground and said no in the beginning. However, if all this had not happened, Robert would have never discovered the things that Gerard likes.

"Guess there was reason for it, after all."

Gerard mused out loud to the room. None of this mattered anymore anyway. In one more week this would all be over and Gerard and Robert could get back to their lives as a normal couple again. Poor Jamia, Gerard was not sure if she would ever recover from this, though. Maybe they should send her away so that she could gain her sanity back and then she could return. He would talk to Robert and find out if Jamia was indentured or had a family to go back to. It felt good to be thinking like this again. Normal. Gerard looked down at the manacle in his hand. He could learn to live without it. He also thought of the playroom and what he and Robert could turn it into since there would be no use for it anymore. It was chilly so it could be used for storage of dry goods. They would keep well in there. Worse thing they could do would be to wall it up. Cut it off from the rest of the mansion. Just pretend it never existed. Same with the outside entrance to it. This is the most logical thought. Gerard sighed and looked down at the manacle one more time. He was about to put it on when he heard a cough outside the window. He put the manacle down and went over. He looked out into the night and saw Frank. He was standing in front of the rose bush, but he was paying attention to the Queen Anne's lace instead. Gerard watched him swirl the drink in his hand around and take another sip to counter act the sip that did not go down the right way, which caused him to cough. He watched Frank walk off toward the vegetable garden. Gerard left the window and opened the bedroom door. Forgetting that he was naked, he went into the dining room and then the kitchen. He saw the bottle of his scotch on the island. Gerard crossed to the door to the garden and shuddered as the cool nighttime air hit his exposed skin. He thought about getting a robe first, but he dismissed it and went through the door. He moved carefully through the garden seeing where Frank had broken off a piece of celery to munch on. Gerard moved on and finally caught him easing past the pond so that the wildlife sleeping was not disturbed. Gerard knew where Frank was headed. He followed quietly behind till they both came to the wildflowers. Gerard watched Frank breakdown after flinging his glass at the tree. He watched him stab the tree with so much rage and then fall to his knees. He now understood what Mikey was talking about. Gerard may have come to terms that he did not love Frank like he thought, but Frank had fallen in love with Gerard. Gerard felt bad for the small crumbled man. He did not know how to approach him either. He padded forward and stopped just behind him. The moon had come out at the moment Frank was bathed in the moon light. He looked so fragile and weak.