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Frank was coming over for dinner tonight and I was completely on edge. My mom started making dinner but I had to tell her halfway through her chicken casserole that Frank is a vegetarian. She had made some annoyed remarks but then started on making something that was meat-free.

My grandma seemed extremely excited. She desperately wanted to meet the man who was the love of my life. She seemed so proud of me for finding my soulmate. Which was almost opposite of my brother, who seemed like he couldn't care less. I mean, he was interested to meet who I was going to be spending my life with but he wasn't nearly as excited as my grandma.

I smoothed out the skirt of my grey dress as I heard the doorbell rang. I rushed over, opening the door and seeing Frank standing there. He wore a white button up with a black tie and black jeans. He had just gotten out of work from a meeting but had told Jamia the meeting was longer than it actually was. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Hi," I said, blushing softly.

Frank smiled and stepped inside as I opened the door wider for him. He gave me a soft kiss and I expected him to hand me the flowers but he didn't. Instead, he walked to where the others were watching and handed the flowers to my grandma.

"He's perfect, Gee," my grandma said.

Frank chuckled while my face heated up. "I'm Frank."

"I'm Elena," my grandma greeted. "This is my daughter, Donna, and my grandson, Mikey."

My mom rolled her eyes at my grandma's introduction. She's always hated it when my grandma introduced her like that because it made her feel like a child.

"So, um, why don't we all go eat?" I suggested when it fell silent between us.

My mom nodded and we headed into the dining room. We sat and ate, a slightly awkward silence between us.

"So, Frank, where do you work?" My mom asked.

"I'm a college professor," Frank answered.

"Oh?" My mom asked, clearly interested.

"Yes, I teach law," Frank confirmed.

From the look on my mom's face I could tell she was clearly very intrigued by this. However not from the job itself, just from the salary. My mom works long hours as a waitress in a restaurant and my grandma does jobs every now and then, like working at the local library. With their salary it was hard to support us all.

"What about your family?" My grandma asked. "Do any of them see the colors? Did you know about the colors before meeting Gee?"

"No, both my parents are divorced," he said. "I learned about them from Gee, which was very terrifying the first time.

"So you've only dated people you haven't seen colors with?" My grandma asked.

I felt Frank stiffen slightly but he nodded his head. He had taken off his wedding ring again so my family wouldn't know about our situation with Jamia.

We finished the rest of our meal and I stood up. We helped my mom clear the table before I grabbed onto Frank's hand.

"We're gonna go down to my room," I stated.

I heard Mikey snicker and I frowned.

"Not like that!" I exclaimed.

I pulled Frank away down the stairs and into my bedroom. Frank sat in the chair at my desk and I sat on the edge of my bed.

"Why is your room in the basement?" Frank asked.

"Well, Mikey and I used to share a bedroom but then I got older and didn't want to so my mom said I could take a room in the basement since our grandma has the other bedroom," I explained.

Frank nodded, looking at some of the things that littered my room.

"This is my dog stuffie I got when I was seven, his name is Roger," I said, picking it up for him to see. "And this is my koala stuffie named Fluffy."

"What about that one?" Frank asked, pointing to the unicorn one that made me blush and shake my head. "what? What's it's name?"

"I-I named her when I was little," I said.

"What'd you name her?" Frank repeated, chuckling quietly.

"I didn't know what it meant I was only two!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me, raising an eyebrow as I buried my face in my hands.

"I named her Horny," I whispered.

Frank burst out laughing while I pouted.

"It's not funny," I whined. "I was just naming her after her unicorn horn, I didn't know what it meant."

Frank made a gesture to come closer and he pulled me to sit across his lap. He was still laughing but was trying to calm himself down.

"Oh, baby, I think that's just absolutely adorable," Frank said, kissing the side of my head.

I blushed, looking down at the tattoos on his hands.

"Can I take a picture of your hand?" I asked.

Frank looked confused as he asked, "Why?"

"I want to draw your hands for my art class," I explained. "Especially your tattoos, I wanna draw your tattoos."

He nodded and I used my phone, taking a quick snap of his hands.

"Good now?" He asked.

I smiled and nodded. Frank leaned forward, giving me a kiss. It was just a simple kiss but I deepened it between us. I tugged on his hair, hearing him groan softly.

"Baby, your family is right upstairs," he whispered.

"I think the possibility of getting caught makes this exciting," I said.

Frank smirked, standing up and efficiently making me stand up too.

"Strip," he ordered.

I quickly started peeling off my clothes while he went over and locked the door. Frank came back, smiling in satisfaction as he wrapped a hand around my semi. I felt my knees go weak as I whimpered and looked up at the dark look in his eyes. He stroked me softly and I had to hold onto his shoulder because of my shaking legs.

"You've been such a good boy for daddy," he muttered. "I think my little baby boy deserves a treat."

I nodded quickly, giving him a pleading look.

"Lay back, baby, let daddy pleasure you," Frank whispered.

I laid on my back on the bed, feeling myself get worked up at just the thought of what he could be doing. He kneeled between my legs, kissing the inner of my thighs. Frank bent my knees up, sucking on the soft, pale skin. I felt my breath hitch, a high pitched whine leaving my lips. Frank pushed my legs up so my knees were flush with my chest.

"Keep them here," he ordered.

I nodded, holding onto my knees to keep them up. Frank opened my legs a little wider and ducked his head down. I cried out in pleasure as I felt his tongue run over my entrance. The unknown feeling was so great and had the beating of my heart and heating of my stomach seemingly quadruple with sensations.

"Daddy, ah," I moaned.

"Gotta be quiet, okay, sweetheart?" Frank asked.

I nodded, biting my lip as I felt his tongue again. My hips jerked, my legs moving from my chest so my feet pressed into the small of his back, crossed at the ankles. Frank held my hips, holding them up an inch or two and spreading my ass. His tongue ran circles around my hole. I covered my mouth, closing my eyes tight as I tried not to make any sounds. I whimpered and moaned against my hand, hearing the muffled sounds fill the room.

"Like it when I eat your ass, sugar?" Frank muttered, his lips ghosting over my asscheek.

I nodded weakly, feeling my legs shaking and I could tell I was already close. My toes were curling, one hand tangling in the blankets and the other tightly pressed over my mouth. I could feel the warm precome on my stomach, my hot erection pressing and slightly sticky against my skin.

"Daddy," I whimpered. "Daddy please."

He groaned against my hole and the vibrations made me shudder.

"You can come whenever you want, baby," Frank whispered.

His warm, wet tongue pressed flat against my entrance before going in a slow circle around it, dipping in slightly. I couldn't take it anymore, the overwhelming sensation making me cry out as I came over my stomach. I felt Frank lean up over me, giving me a kiss then burying his face into the crook of my neck. I hadn't even realized he was touching himself because I had been so consumed in my own pleasure. His heavy breath fanned my neck as he jerked himself quickly. My hand reached down between us, moving his hand away and working him quickly.

"Fuck yes, baby boy, just like that," Frank groaned deeply.

His hips rutted into my hand as he moaned quietly and I moved my hand faster. My thumb rubbed over his slit and he gasped. I felt the warm come over my stomach as he finished, making me an even stickier mess than before. Frank took a few shaky breaths, leaning up and looking down at me. He kissed the tip of my nose gently, making me giggle quietly. He got up off the bed, tugging his pants back up. He grabbed my shirt and wiped me off.

"Did you like that, baby?" Frank asked.

I smiled and nodded, yawning quietly. Unfortunately it was a Thursday so I still had to go to school tomorrow and, looking at the clock, I could see it was getting late.

"Go to sleep, honey," Frank said quietly, tucking the blanket up over me while I snuggled into the warm, soft material. "I'll see you later, be a good boy for daddy while I'm gone."

I smiled sleepily, nodding my head. Frank was sitting next to me on the bed while he ran a hand through my hair, giving me a kiss. He got up and walked out of the room, flicking off the light as the light-sensitive nightlight automatically turned on. I cuddled up with my stuffie, hearing Frank upstairs saying goodbye to my grandma and my mom. I could feel myself drifting off into sleep, thinking happily about my soulmate.