This whole chapter is like smut, so..
Samantha stop reading"I'm all yours."
I smirk as I back off him, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
"Where are your ties?" I ask getting up of the bed.
"Huh? Oh-! I uh-m, closet. Top left of the, uh- the shelf," he stutters out, finding it difficult to keep his voice steady.
I smirk at that and open his closet, grabbing a blood red tie and running it through my hands.
"When did you wear this? And how come I couldn't see how hot you looked in it?" I ask teasingly, straddling his waist once again.
He blushes and looks away, not answering my question.
I grip his chin harshly and and move it so he's staring me in the eyes. I try not to be too harsh though, not knowing exactly what he's okay with.
"Next time I ask you a question, you answer me, boy," I spit harshly, letting go of his chin.
"Give me your wrists," I command, glancing up and down his body.
He looks at me and smirks, not making any effort to move his wrists whatsoever.
I grip them harshly and stare into his eyes, my dominant persona completely taking over and any willpower I had to not hurt him was gone.
"I said, give me your fucking wrists slut."
I see him blush cherry red (okay but like if you haven't listened to cherry red by waterparks DO IT) and look away as I tie the tie around his wrists as tight as I could, tying them to the bedpost.
As soon as I'm done I see Frank immediately pull his wrists to check the ties resistance. Once he realizes he can't escape I see something flash through his eyes that I can't place. The look makes me nervous, so I drop my dominant persona for just a second and lean forward to whisper again.
"If you don't like it I can untie it. Or loosen it if you'd like."
"No!" He says rather quickly. "It's okay, I like it. Stop worrying about me I'll be okay."
I glare at him. "The whole point is to make sure you enjoy yourself. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"Gee, it's okay," he says with a breathy laugh. "I like it rough."
"How rough?" I question. "When I let myself fully dominate someone I can get really rough."
"You know all that stuff I said earlier? Like pulling my hair, biting, choking all that. I wasn't joking. I want you to do it."
"Okay, how about insulting nicknames? Or pet names?"
"I'm definitely okay with both."
I smile at him, giving him a quick sweet kiss before pulling back and grinding down on him, hard.
He lets out a groan, throwing his head back and giving me perfect access to his neck.
I lean down and leave hickeys all over his neck, searching for the one spot that would make him fall apart.
Once I find it he lets out a loud moan of desperation as I bite harshly at the spot. He bucks his hips up, making me tsk.
"Ah ah ah, keep those hips down baby boy, you're only making this worse on yourself," I taunt, moving down his body and removing his pants, looking up at him and making sure he's okay with it before I take off his pants, crawling back over his body.
"Alright listen up bitch," I say. "If you cum before I tell you to, you're gonna get fucking punished."
"What're you gonna do, spank me?" He asks teasingly, testing my patience.
I know what he's trying to do, he's trying to get me desperate enough to fuck him. It's not going to work, I'm not going to let this be his first time, I have a little self control.
"Oh no I have something else in mind. I'm sure you'd love to be spanked, wouldn't you slut?" I say, venom lining my voice as I speak.
"You know I would daddy."
I pause for a second and a low growl escapes my mouth that I couldn't even control.
I run my hand through his hair and pull it hard to get him to look at me.
"Don't fucking say that again."
"Why not? You don't like it daddy?" He teases.
I glare down at him, wrapping my hands around his neck and putting pressure right in the middle, just enough so he can barely breathe. If only he knew how wrong he was. I'd never been called daddy before but that word coming out of his mouth made me almost loose my self control and fuck him right then and there.
But I can't do that.
"Am I going to have to gag you to get you to shut up?" I ask coldly. "Because I'm done with the disobedience from you."
"I don't know daddy, are you?"
That was the final straw. I get up from on top of him and move so I'm sitting at the bottom of the bed, making sure that Frank can see me, but can't touch me.
"What're you doing?" He asks suspiciously.
I only smirk as I take of my pants and boxers until I'm completely naked from the waist down, and start to stroke myself.
"Noo," he whines desperately. I only smirk as I start stroking myself faster, allowing myself to let out moans and groans for Frank to hear.
"Geee please-" He says. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"S-sorry doesn't- ugh- matter now," I say, cutting him off as I start to get closer to the edge.
"You're killing meee," he whines, nearly pushing me over the limit.
"That's the point darling," I say, letting my mouth fall open as I climax all over my hand, letting out deep pants and breaths.
Frank only whines and tugs harder at the tie around his wrists, trying his hardest to break free to touch me, but he can't.
"Please Gee- I, I promise I'll be a good boy for you just please-"
"Please what?" I tease.
"Fuck me," he begs, tugging his wrists once again.
"You know I can't do that," I say, crawling closer to him, but not touching him.
"Then please- just, just touch me I need- shit- I need something" he begs, driving me up the wall.
"I'll tell you what. If I untie you right now and you last until midnight without touching yourself or getting yourself off in any way, then I'll blow you. If not, well, you'll see what happens if bad boys disobey me," I reason.
"But I want you nowwww," he whines.
"That my deal, take it or leave it."
He sighs.
"Okay, you're on."
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I'll Never Let Them Hurt You - Frerard -
Fanfiction(Completed) Men are born with keys on chains around their necks and women are born with locks. Your soulmate has the key to your lock, or vice versa. Which is why it's strange when Gerard Way is born with a lock instead of a key.