I stared at the man before, unamusement written completely on my face. He stuttered and faltered. The man seemed to look to other employees for help but none of them seemed to want to agree with him judging by my reaction.

"Is this what you really believe Mr. Trohman?" I asked. "You really believe that if we buy out that single newspaper article then we would be maximizing our profits and could look to overall improval by next year, which would include bonuses, raises and more holidays? Is that really what you think? What do you all think?"

Mr. Trohman turned a little pale as he stared at me and didn't quite seem to know what to say. No one came to his defense.

"Of course it would be beneficial to buy the Times!" I exclaimed, making Trohman visibly relax. "And the fact that no one agreed with this obviously brilliant idea means that you're all in too much of a hive-mind. I don't want to look at you anymore. Back to your desks before I replace you."

They all hurried out of the meeting room and I sighed, standing up and grabbing my coffee before heading towards my office. I stopped by Kristin's desk just before heading in.

"How was your meeting, Mr. Way?" She asked.

"It was excellent, thank you," I said. "Can you put a lunch order in for me at my usual place?"

"Of course, Mr. Way," she said.

I went into my office and sat at my desk, opening up my email. There was a lot of business inquiries I had to file through, deciding which ones were actually worth my time to even read. I took my lunch break in my office as usual and finished up the day before leaving at a tidy six pm. My driver was waiting for me as I got in the back, pulling out my phone.

I was just about to call my brother when there was a crash and I fell forward in my seat a little bit. I looked up and my eye contact with my driver through the rear view mirror.

"Mr. Way, I am so sorry," he said.

"What was that?" I asked. "Please tell me it wasn't bad."

I got out and went to the front of the car, seeing some kid laying in the street next to their bike.

"It was a fucking pedestrian you moron!" I shouted when my driver got out.

People were starting to surround, trying to make sure the person was okay.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked.

I kneeled down and shook the kid. They woke up and looked up at me before looking around.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," he said.

"Okay, just...just don't move, I'll be back," I said.

I stood up and pulled my driver aside.

"Just take the car back to my apartment, I am going to have to try to fix this so I don't get sued," I said.

I helped the kid up and looked him over but didn't see anything outright wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. "I can take you to the hospital."

"No, no, I'm really okay," he said. "It really wasn't bad."

"Let me walk you home, I kind of broke your bike," I said, looking at the seat that had fallen off. "Or I can call you a cab? Let me have my driver take you home."

"I really don't live that far," he said.

"I'll walk you home," I said.

I picked the bike up and we walked to the sidewalk as people started to disperse. I rolled the bike beside me as we started walking.

"You really don't have to walk me home, sir," he said.

"It's New York and you're a small boy who no longer has a faster, safer mode of transportation home because of me," I said. "I'm going to make sure you get home safe. I'm Gerard."

"I'm Frankie," he said. "Or Frank, whatever, you feel like calling me. It doesn't really matter."

I looked over to see him shrug as he looked down at his shoes. He looked a little interesting to say the least. His hair was short and black and he had a little bit of eyeliner on. He was wearing a pair of pale blue denim overalls with a pastel pink crop top underneath. As well as that, he had on some white thigh high socks and pastel pink converse.

"How old are you, Frank?" I asked.

"I'm nineteen," he said. "Sorry about that, I should have been paying more attention when I crossed the street."

"No, no, it's okay," I said. "You're a pedestrian, pedestrians always come first and my driver should have been paying more attention. Trust me, he will be reprimanded."

"No, you don't have to do that," he said. "Really, I'm okay, it's fine."

His phone rang and he pulled it out, gasping when he saw it. The screen was completely shattered and I figured from his reaction that it must've broken when he was hit. He tried to answer the call that said it was from his mom but the screen was too damaged to work and it ended up going to voicemail.

We stopped outside a shabby looking apartment building. He smiled as he took the bike from me.

"What are you gonna do with this?" I asked. "It's trash."

"No it's not, just needs a little fixing," he said. "Thank you for walking me home."

"Yeah, yeah, it's no problem," I said.

I pulled out my business card and handed it to him.

"Listen if adrenaline or shock wears off and you realize that you are hurt then let me know and I'll foot the medical bills," I said. "Or if you need something else."

"Oh okay," he said, looking down at it. "Thank you. Gerard Way. Wait, Mr. Way as in Way Publishing Co?"

"That's me," I said.

"Oh, th-that's cool," he said. "Well, thank you again, Mr. Way."

He walked into the building and I got a cab, taking it back to my apartment. I went to my elevator and went up to my penthouse suite. I made myself dinner and watched some tv before heading to the bedroom. I showered and set my alarm, still worried about what Frank might do.

The next morning I told Kristin I would be coming into work late. I went to the tech store first, walking up to an employee.

"What's the latest released phone?" I asked.

"Well, that would be the--"

"Yeah, can I get one of those," I said. "With like the most space possible on it."

"Oh, okay," he said, looking up something on his computer. "And what color were you wanting it in? There's white, black, grey, red, yellow, rose gold or navy."

"Rose gold," I said.

"Alright, I'll go get that from the back," he said.

I looked around after he left and decided to pick up a few accessories as well. I got a clear phone case with little sunflowers, a pair of bluetooth headphones, a new wireless charging dock, and a waterproof bluetooth speaker. I paid for the phone and the accessories before driving to the next store.

I stared at the option of bikes and sighed. I picked out just a random white bike and got it in the back of my car. I drove to Frank's apartment complex and realized there was no doorman I could easily ask for to tell me which apartment was Frank's. I looked at the buzzer with lists of names, realizing I didn't know Frank's last name.

Someone walked out of the building and I stopped her.

"I'm sorry, do you know a Frank who lives in this building?" I asked. "He's nineteen, small, might frequently wear pastels."

"That must be Frank Iero you're referring to," she said. "He lives with his mom, apartment 7c."

I thanked her before buzzing up to his apartment.

"Hello?" He asked over the intercom system.

"Hey, Frank, it's Gerard Way," I said. "Do you mind, like, coming down for a minute?"

"Uh, yeah, okay," he said.

I stood outside until Frank came down in a pale yellow sweater and some white denim shorts.

"Hi, Mr. Way," he said.

"Hey, kid, can I show you something?" I asked.

Frank nodded and I walked him to my car. I opened the trunk and pulled out the bike.

"Oh, Mr. Way, you didn't have to get me a new bike," he said.

"It's okay, I broke yours and you deserve a new one," I said.

Frank looked over it, pure joy on his face.

"Thank you, this is sweet," he said.

I reached into the backseat and pulled out the bag from the tech store. Frank stared at the logo on the bag.

"I broke your phone too," I said.

"No, Mr. Way, I can't accept that," he said.

"Frank, I broke your phone, it's only right that I get you a new one," I said, pulling out the phone box and handing it to him."

"This is far better than the phone I already had," he said.

"Think of it as an upgrade," I said, handing him the bag.

"Wait, what the heck," he said as he looked inside. "No, I can't accept the phone and especially can't also accept the other stuff."

"I hit you with my car, kid, you deserve it," I said. "You're not hurt, right?"

"A little bruised but fine," he said.

"Alright, well, you have my business card so let me know if there's anything you need," I said.

I started to get in my car when he spoke up.

"Actually, there is something," he said. "Maybe not something I need. Maybe I'm asking for too much, though. Nevermind, it's okay."

I shut my door and walked back over to Frank. He looked up at me and blushed before looking down.

"Well, it's just that I know a little bit about your company, I learned about it in high school," he said. "And, well, I know that you've branched out past publishing and kind of dabble in multiple industries and businesses now. Anyways, I know that you kind of own that one record company and the thing is that it's always kind of been a dream of mine to become a musician--"

"You want me to listen to some of your songs?" I finished.

"Unless that's too much to ask for," he said. "I know we aren't really close or anything but this is probably the only time I'll ever be able to shoot my shot to actually produce an album and I can't not shoot my shot."

"Yeah, that's fine, kid," I said.

I walked his bike up through the elevator to his apartment, texting Kristin that I would be taking a personal day. Frank unlocked the door and we walked into the small apartment.

"You can just put the new bike over by my old bike," he said.

I leaned it against the wall and looked around. It was a little crowded with a small couch and tv on the coffee table. There was a twin bed in the corner and a tiny kitchen with cluttered counters. It was messy and outdated.

"You and your mom both live here?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I know what you're thinking, it's not a studio. It's just a single bedroom apartment. My mom lived here when she got pregnant with me and we shared a bedroom but when I got older she let me have the bedroom and she sleeps in the living room. We don't just share a studio, that would be crazy. Anyways, let's head back to my room."

He walked to a door, steering around a pile of newspapers and an empty pizza box. His bedroom was a little tidier but not that much better. There was a twin bed in the corner and posters all over the walls. It also looked a bit like a unicorn threw up in here.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting guests," he said, picking up some clothes from the floor and tossing them in the hamper.

He quickly made the bed and smiled as he gestured to it.

"I'm sorry, kid, I just don't know if it would be the most honorable thing for me to sit on your bed," I said. "Seeing as you're a nineteen year old boy and I'm thirty-four afterall."

"Right, right," he agreed. "I have a bean bag chair."

He pointed to the pink bean bag chair and I hesitated before sitting in it, fixing my suit jacket. Frank sat on the bed and picked up his acoustic guitar, which had stickers all over it.

"So, um, I don't have titles for any of my songs, I'm not good with titles," he said. "But this one is probably my favorite. It's about my grandpa."

He started soft, gentle strumming. His voice was sweeter than I had expected. Being a business mogul, I have heard many business ideas and read books from aspiring writers and heard songs from wannabe musicians. Most of it sucked. I fully expected Frank to suck. But I had to listen to him to keep him happy so he wouldn't sue me.

After a few songs, Frank stopped and looked at me a little bit nervously.

"Y-you don't have to sit here and listen to more if you don't want to," he said.

"No, you've actually got talent, Frank," I said. "Those were really good."

"Really?" He asked. "My mom always told me they were good but I think she just had to say that because she's my mom."

"Really, kid, I'll talk to someone at my label, see if I can pull some strings and get you signed," I said.

Frank's eyes watered as he set his guitar down. I sat beside him on the bed, putting an awkward hand on his shoulder. Frank surprised me then by giving me a tight hug. I blinked a couple times before patting him on the back. Frank pulled away, wiping his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry I can just be a little emotional sometimes," he said.

Frank looked up at me with his big, watery green eyes and I cleared my throat. I stood up, smoothing out my pants.

"Would you mind showing me to the bathroom?" I asked.

Frank walked me to the bathroom and I locked the door. I turned around and sighed when I saw the dirty towels on the floor and the curling iron still turned on in the sink. I unplugged the curling iron and called my brother.

"Hey, Mikey," I said.

"Hey, Gerard, what's up?" He asked.

"So, since you're in charge of the label I need a favor," I said. "I found a talented young artist I want you to sign."

"Really?" He asked. "You barely even care about the label, that's why you have me run it. You've never found an artist on your own."

"Well, I have now," I said. "I'll get his information from him and send it to you."

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"Alright, I've gotta go, I'll talk to you later," I said.

I hung up and walked out, seeing Frank sitting on the couch.

"I should probably head out," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "I've already taken up too much of your time. I'm sorry, you're a very busy man I'm sure. I can't thank you enough for the opportunity and also for the bike and the phone stuff. Thank you so much, Mr. Way."

"Don't mention it," I said. "I just need your information to give to the label."

Frank nodded and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from a pile, writing down his info. I took the page and turned it over before sighing.

"Kid, this is your water bill, I can't take your water bill," I said.

"Oh, right, I got so excited I didn't look," he said.

Frank grabbed another paper and wrote his info. Thankfully he did it on an old coupon this time. I walked down to my car and got in, sighing as I looked at his info. Frank Iero. I bit my lip before adding him to the contacts in my phone just in case I might need it before driving back to my apartment.

I still had a few more hours left of work but, frankly, I don't get many days off and figured it wouldn't hurt to take some time to myself. It took only ten minutes in my apartment to fully realize how much I had absorbed myself into my work after college. I had basically no hobbies and not much to do.

I decided to call up an old college friend of mine. I hadn't talked to her in a long time and was a little nervous that maybe she had changed her number or lost my contact.

"Hey, Lindsey," I said.

"Oh my god, Gerard?" She asked. "Dude, it's been forever."

"You wanna meet up?" I asked. "We should hang out, catch up."

"We should meet up at that old bar we used to go to in college," she said.

"Meet you there at nine?" I asked.

She agreed and I hung up. I ended up just working on my home computer before it was time to leave. I drove to the small bar, instantly remembering the dingy little building. I found Lindsey and smiled as I hugged her.

"Wow, you're blonde now," I said. "You look great, Linds."

She smiled, kissing my cheek.

"We have so much to talk about," she said, pulling me to the bar where we ordered drinks. "So, you've made such a huge name for yourself. I can't believe how amazing you made it in life. Like, holy shit."

"I've done okay I suppose," I said. "What about you? What are you doing?"

"I'm just a graphic designer for a small company," she said. "I never really did as much as you. But I am married and I have a daughter now, she's seven."

She showed me a photo and I smiled as I looked at the dark haired girl who looked just like her.

"She's beautiful, Lindsey," I said.

"What about you?" She asked.

"No, I don't have a partner or kids," I said. "I've been more focused on my work, I suppose."

"That's okay because you may have focused on only one area but hell, you sure as did shine in that area," she said.

"Are you still living in the apartment in Brooklyn?" I asked.

"No, my husband and I saved up for a place in Soho that we instantly fell in love with the second we saw it," she said.

"That's amazing, I'm so happy for you," I said.

"I'm glad we got a chance to catch up again and we're both happy," she said.

There was a small commotion on the other side of the bar that I ignored as I took another drink.

"I like the suit," she said.

"Thanks, I didn't really know what to wear," I said. "I won't lie, I don't have many casual clothes."

"No, it suits you actually," she said. "You are very professional looking."

"I was signed to a record label today!" Someone shouted.

I looked over and saw people cheer before taking shots. Amongst those people were Frank.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"What? What is it?" Lindsey asked.

"The boy cheering about getting signed is my client," I said. "I just got him signed to my label."

"You should help him out, maybe we can meet up again another time that isn't so last minute," she said. "He's your client and you don't want him to make a bad impression for the label. Or ruin his career before he starts it."

"Next time I'll have to meet your husband and daughter," I said.

She smiled and gave me a hug. I insisted I would pay for the drinks before she left. I walked over to Frank and pulled him aside.

"Frank, you're underage," I said. "And you're my client representing my label in a public bar while drinking underage."

Frank reached into his little backpack and pulled out a Hello Kitty wallet. From there he pulled out an ID that said he was twenty-two and named Anthony Green.

"You are not representing my label like this," I said.

I bent his ID in half and pulled him outside.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"Bike," he said.

"Are you drunk or can you ride your bike home safely?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine," he said.

Frank unlocked his bike and got on. However, he didn't start pedaling when he lifted his legs up. Instead, he just tipped over. I picked him up, putting him down in the backseat of my car where he fell asleep. I put his bike in the trunk before getting in and driving to his apartment.

I buzzed to his apartment, hoping his mom would be home but I got no answer. I sighed, opening my backseat and looking at Frank.

"Kid, wake up," I said. "Frank."

Frank didn't wake up and I sighed as I grabbed his backpack and looked through it. I was searching for his set of keys when he started rustling and whining.

"It's hot," he complained.

"Yeah, it's summer and you're wearing a sweater," I said.

"It's cute," he said. "Sometimes my cute outfits clash with the weather."

Frank took off his sweater as I continued looking. When I looked up again, Frank had just finished taking off his shorts, leaving him in some pastel pink panties.

"Frank," I hissed. "You can't get naked in the backseat of my car."

I tried to get him to put his clothes back on but he kept whining and eventually I just got in the backseat with him and shut the door before anyone might see. I tried getting Frank dressed but it was crowded in my backseat as he kicked me in the shoulder.

"Kid, you need to get dressed now so I can bring you up to your room," I said.

"But's hot," he said.

I was beginning to panic now as I tried to think of what to do. There was no way I could be caught with a mostly naked, drunk teenage boy in the backseat of my car. My reputation could never come back from that.

"Kid, I will do anything just please get dressed," I said.

"Anything?" He asked. "Suck my ass."

I knew he was drunk and didn't really mean what he was saying or doing but he was really starting to get on my nerves. He looked up at me goofily with his legs laying over my lap.

"Kid--"

"You can kiss my dainty little panty-clad ass," he said.

I reached down, grabbing his face in my hands.

"You will shut up and get dressed now, kid," I ordered.

Frank blinked a couple times as he looked at me.

"Yes, Daddy," he said.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

Frank sat up and tried his best to get dressed but he was still drunk and tried putting his head through the arm hole of his sweater. I helped him get dressed and finally found his keys. I helped him to the door and into his apartment.

"Okay, nakey time," he said as soon as the door to his apartment shut behind us.

"No, Frank, you are my client, you cannot continue to behave like this with me," I said.

Frank went to go to his room and tripped over the stack of newspapers.

"And for God's sake, hire a maid or something," I said.

I helped him up to his room and into bed where he quickly fell asleep. I set his keys onto his nightstand and backpack by the foot of his bed before leaving.

The following day I was in my office at work when Frank requested to come up to speak to me. He sat across my desk from me but refused to look me in the eye.

"I came here to apologize to you," he said. "I believe I embarrassed myself and acted inappropriately in front of you and your wife. I'm sorry."

"Just don't let it happen again," I said.

"And I also think there's something else I have to apologize for on top of stripping in front of you," he said. "I believe that I may have called you something that I shouldn't have called you--"

"Frank--"

"And it was extremely inappropriate because you're my boss now and--"

"Kid--"

"I crossed a line and I understand if you feel the need to pull me from the label--"

"Frank, just drop it," I said. "We don't need to talk about it."

"But I called you--"

"Drop it," I ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Way, I'm sorry," he said.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

"That wasn't my wife, by the way," I said. "Just an old friend."

Frank nodded, biting his lip.

"You didn't get in trouble because of my actions, did you?" He asked.

"Thankfully not," I said. "But you have to understand that you are now signed to a huge label. You may not be famous yet but soon there will be more eyes on you. You will need to keep up a good reputation and good behavior. That means no underage drinking, no public stripping. How you act also reflects on me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Way, I wasn't thinking," he said. "My poor behavior is not a reflection on my character and I promise you that last night was a one-time mistake."

I nodded as Frank finally looked up to meet my eyeline. He was fidgeting with the end of his pink skirt as my office phone rang.

"Will you give me a minute?" I asked.

Frank nodded and went outside to talk with Kristin after shutting the door behind him.

"Hey, Mikey," I said.

"Hey, Gerard, so I have a thing with your newly signed artist," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"So, I got his demos and pictures and he's talented but I don't think he has what it takes to make it," Mikey said. "It's mostly an appearance thing. I mean, he's just so feminine and gay and, well, how is he supposed to realistically make it as a celebrity in this country? I just don't think it'll really work out and he won't really make us any money."

"Just keep him on, keep him happy," I said.

"Why?" Mikey asked.

I sighed. "My driver hit him with my car and I was trying to keep him happy so he wouldn't sue."

"Oh, that makes more sense because you don't really search out starving artists," he said. "Alright, fine, I'll keep him on."

I hung up and went over, opening the door to find only Kristin there at her desk. She looked a little panicked.

"Um, Mr. Way, we could hear your conversation," she said. "Frank left."

I cursed before grabbing my phone, calling Frank. It went to voicemail and I sighed.

"Just forward my calls to my voicemail, please," I said.

Kristin nodded and I got down to my car and drove to Frank's apartment. I buzzed to his apartment.

"Hello?" Frank asked.

"Hey, kid," I said softly.

The door unlocked and I frowned in confusion. I was expecting to have to put up a fight with him to talk to me. I went up to his floor and he let me into his apartment.

"So all this time you were just pretending to be nice to me because you thought I was going to sue you over some little accident that wasn't even your fault?" He asked.

"I didn't know you back then," I said.

"You still don't know me!" He shouted. "We've only known each other a couple days!"

I looked at him in shock from his tone. He was always so gentle and kind.

"It doesn't matter," he said. "I'm going to call the label in the morning and dissolve my contract. You can have back the bike and the phone and all the tech shit. Just take it and go."

"I'm sorry, Kid," I said. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. You can keep the stuff. Stay on the label. Let me make this up to you."

"Oh? What are you gonna do? Pretend to be nice again so I won't sue you?" He asked.

Frank went back to his bedroom as I followed. He sat on the bed, hugging one of his stuffed animals. I sat next to him, not quite knowing what to say.

"Can we just go back to you being the lonely billionaire while I continue back on track to become a fast food employee living on food stamps?" He asked.

"I actually do care about you, Kid," I said.

Frank looked up at me with a soft blush before looking away. I put my hand on his knee for a second before pulling away.

"When you say you care about me, how exactly do you care about me?" He asked.

"Frank, it would be inappropriate--"

"You keep saying that," he interrupted. "Do you keep mentioning it because you're telling me or you're trying to tell yourself?"

"Kid--"

"No one is here," he whispered. "No one has to know anything."

"Do you care about me in this way?" I asked.

"Of course I do, I thought it was obvious with how I would get flustered around you and then I stripped and then called you that...that name," he said.

"Do it again," I said.

"Do what again?" Frank asked.

I reached up, gently grabbing his hair to tilt his head up to look at me.

"Call me it again," I said.

"Daddy," he whispered.

I kissed him roughly and he whimpered, wrapping his arms around my neck. I pushed him down against his bed, pinning his arms down to the mattress. Frank looked up at me as his chest rose and fell. His skirt had lifted up in the front, letting me see the hot pink panties he was wearing underneath.

I pushed his legs open to lay between them. I pulled his shirt off, kissing down his chest. Frank was whimpering softly when I pulled away.

"Wait, I-I can't, we can't," I said.

"Please, Daddy," he begged.

I bit my lip as he propped himself up on his elbows. He reached down to the slight bulge in my pants, gently squeezing me semi. I let out a breath as I closed my eyes, gently rutting my hips into his hand.

My hand reached down, wrapping around his throat. I started to pull away but he grabbed my wrist, keeping my hand there. My other hand laid on his thigh and slowly moved up. My fingers gently grazed over his cotton panties and he whimpered.

"You're so sensitive, little boy," I said. "Daddy can have fun with you."

"Please," he whispered.

"Is this your first time?" I asked.

"W-well, I've gotten a handjob before but it never went farther than that," he said.

I pulled my hands away and he whined.

"No, kid, we need to have an actual talk about consent right now," I said. "How far do you want to go? What are you comfortable with?"

Frank blushed as he looked down. "I-I want to go all the way."

"I can't take your virginity, Kid," I said. "I'm too old for you and you barely know me."

"I like older guys," he said.

"It should be more special than this," I said.

"Mr. Way, I don't care so much about rose petals and candles when I lose my virginity," he said. "I just want it to be caring and with someone I trust and find attractive. U-unless you don't find me attractive."

"Kid, you're beautiful," I said. "Beyond beautiful. But I just don't want to do something you might regret later."

"I won't, trust me," Frank said. "I want you, Daddy, I want you so bad."

His words went straight to my crotch and I took in a deep breath.

"I'll be gentle, I'll make it sweet," I said.

"You don't have to, I like it a little rough," he said.

"Do you have condoms?" I asked.

Frank reached into his bedside drawer for an unopened box of condoms.

"My mom bought me some just in case I'd ever need them," he said shyly.

I opened the box and pulled one out, setting it next to the pillow. I laid on top of him, pressing my lips against his. Our lips moved sweetly together, I could taste his strawberry lip gloss. My hands held his hips as I gently ground down against him. Frank gasped, his hips jerking but my hands kept him in place. I kissed along his neck as I continued my grinding against him. He was letting out little whiny gasps that were just about driving me insane.

I sat up and took off his skirt and panties. I wrapped a hand around his erection, flicking my finger over the tip. Frank gasped, leaning up on his elbows. I ran my finger over the slit a couple times before flicking it with my thumb. Frank gasped and jerked his hips.

"Oh, Daddy," he whined.

"Not like the other boys, huh?" I asked. "You like older men who know what they're doing, huh?"

He whined and nodded.

"Words," I ordered.

"Yes, Daddy," he said.

I smirked down at him before grabbing his hips, turning him over into his stomach. Frank whimpered, looking back at me. I kneaded his ass gently, the pale skin soft in my calloused hands. I gave his ass a soft spank to test, hearing a moan in response. I spanked harder and listened to him whine.

"Good boy," I said.

I leaned down, gently kissing up his spine to his neck and eventually nibbling on his ear. I ground my bulge against him hard but slow. Frank panted, rolling his hips back.

"Want me to fuck you, Baby Boy?" I asked. "Want me to use your sweet little body just how I want it? God, I can't wait to feel how good you feel."

I brought my hand up and pressed it to his lips. Frank sucked on my fingers, his tongue running over them. I pulled them away and brought them down again, slowly pressing one finger into him. Frank sucked in a breath and I smirked as I sucked on his neck. I slowly pushed in a second finger, hearing him breathe even heavier.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. "So fucking sexy. I want you all to myself. You want it rough, huh? Want Daddy to fuck you nice and rough? I'm gonna ruin your ass."

I added a third a little faster this time, smirking when I heard him squeak. I moved my fingers in and out, slowly picking up a pace that was faster and faster. Frank moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

"Gotta make sure you're nice and ready for me," I said.

I curled my fingers, making his hips jerk.

"I'm gonna come," he whined.

"You won't come until I let you, got it?" I asked and he nodded, making me pull my fingers away. "Answer me."

"Yes, Daddy," I said.

I pushed my fingers back in, moving them quickly. I pulled my fingers away, hearing his desperate whine. I sat up and grabbed a condom, pushing my pants and boxers down around my thighs. Frank was looking back, watching me as I rolled the condom on and slicked myself up with spit before lifting his hips up.

I held his hip with one hand, lining myself up before slowly pushing in. Frank whimpered, burying his face into the pillow. I bottomed out, my hand reaching down to gently run my fingers through his hair to comfort him. His hands gripped the blankets before his breathing finally evened out.

I took that as a sign to continue as I slowly rocked my hips slowly. I held his hips, picking up my speed. Frank's little whines were driving me crazy as I ran my hand over his back gently. The sound of the mattress squeaking was pale in comparison to the sound of skin slapping on skin. I squeezed his ass before giving him a quick spank.

"You're so fucking good for me," I said.

Frank looked like he was losing his mind and I pulled out. He gasped, looking back at me.

"Take a breather, baby," I said, rubbing his back.

He nodded, gulping before he took a few deep breaths. The color in his face evened out as he relaxed. After a minute, I lined myself up and slammed in again. Frank cried out, clutching the sheets. He was getting close quick and I knew he was struggling, tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Come for me, baby," I said.

Frank came and I smiled, working him through it before pulling out. He flopped over, avoiding the spot on his sheets as he looked up at me. I pulled off the condom, kneeling over him. I jerked myself off quickly before I let go and let the waves of pleasure wash over me as I came on him. He panted, his face red and sweaty.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Frank nodded and I ran a hand through my hair. He got up, losing his balance for a second as I reached out to steady him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, okay," he replied.

I pulled my pants up as he went to the dresser and pulled on some panties and cotton shorts. He gestured for me to stand up so he could take the sheets off the bed and stuff them into his hamper.

"Sorry, this probably got all out of order from how you were expecting to lose your virginity," I said.

"Well, I guess I did expect a little more romance," he admitted.

"We'll just do it backwards then," I said. "Can I take you for dinner tonight? Somewhere nice."

"In public?" He asked.

I bit my lip. "Well, maybe we should test the ropes before somewhere public. How about I cook you something at my place?"

"That sounds good," he said.

"Good, I'll have my driver pick you up at six," I said. "Wear something cute but anything you want, I want your comfort above everything else."

Frank nodded and I held his hips, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. I left his apartment and walked downstairs, planning on showing Frank exactly how much of a romantic I could be.