I hung up the phone, looking at Frank in panic.

"Who was that, sweetheart," he asked in concern.

I crawled over and sat myself down in his lap from where he was sitting on the couch.

"That was my parents, they said they want to come over for dinner tonight," I said.

"Is that a problem?" Frank asked.

"Well, not really," I said. "They're pretty nice, they accept me being gay and stuff. They're just not a big fan of the skirts, they don't know I wear them. I could just wear something else tonight."

Frank frowned slightly. "I don't like the idea of you in pants, that just isn't who you are."

I kissed him softly, running my hands through his hair, admiring the bleached sides.

"They said they would be over at six," I said, looking at the time on my phone. "It's one o'clock right now."

"What should we make?" Frank asked.

"Pasta!" I cheered. "I love pasta! You make really good pasta!"

"I learned from my grandma," Frank said. "You want lasagna?"

I nodded, smiling as I kissed his forehead.

"Should I be nervous about meeting your parents?" Frank asked.

I shook my head, giggling softly. "They're nice, they accepted my last boyfriend pretty well, they liked him so they must like him."

Frank's eyebrows furrowed.

"Last boyfriend?" He asked. "You never told me about him. Who was it?"

"His name was Bert," I said. "We dated for a little over a year, he broke up with me three months before I met you." I still noticed his slight frown. "Don't worry, I don't like him anymore. I like  you now, daddy, he kink-shamed. You're nicer and prettier."

Frank smiled as he kissed me roughly. His hands went to my hips, tickling me. I gasped, pulling away as I laughed and squirmed in his lap. I managed to pull from his grasp, getting up and running away. I could hear his footsteps behind me as I got into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get you, princess!" Frank exclaimed.

I shrieked as his hands were placed on my hips again, holding me in place as he tickled me again.

"Stop! Stop!" I shouted, tears forming in my eyes and my sides hurting from how hard I was laughing. "Daddy!"

His fingers finally relinquished. Frank sat me up on the counter as I caught my breath, wiping at my cheeks.

"I caught you," Frank whispered, reminding me of the time in the movie theater parking lot.

"What's your prize, daddy?" I asked, finally getting the air into my lungs.

He smirked, his hands on my knees as he pushed my legs open, pulling me closer to him.

-+-

I adjusted my lacy black garter belt before pulling on my skinny jeans, which I had gotten from my old wardrobe from when I lived with Bert. I didn't like them as much, they were chafing and not as loose and comfortable as skirts. I pulled on a black band shirt, frowning at myself in the mirror.

At least I was wearing something nice underneath. And by wearing something I mean my lack of wearing something. As in panties, if you catch my drift. But Frank can learn I'm not wearing underwear later on. Along with how he can also find out I'm wearing a black garter belt that was clipped to the black thigh highs that he loved so much.

"Gee! They're here!" Frank called from downstairs.

I made sure my eyeliner was fine and looked 'manly' enough before making my way downstairs. My parents were in the foyer, chatting with Frank when I came in.

"Gee!" My mom exclaimed. "We missed you!"

I smiled, giving them both tight hugs. I noticed Frank looking me up and down with a frown.

"We made lasagna," I said, hearing Frank cough and sending me a smirk. "Okay, okay, he made the lasagna."

I was too busy, acting cute in my cute pink apron. Being Gee Way is a full time job.

My parents chuckled as we led them into the dining room. I did do something, I made it pretty in here. I lit candles and put flowers in the center of the table. Soon we were all sitting around, happily eating and talking.

"So, Frank, how do you afford such a nice house like this?" My dad asked.

"My families business," Frank said.

"Gerard always dreamed of living somewhere like this when he was little," my mom said.

I blushed, ducking my head in embarrassment.

"Oh wait, I forgot the drinks," Frank remembered. "Will you help me, sweetheart?"

I nodded, getting up and following him into the kitchen. I opened one of the cupboards where the glasses were when I felt arms wrap around my waist. Frank's warm breath ghosted my skin, creating goosebumps as I gave a small smile at the feeling of security in his arms.

"I don't like you in these clothes," Frank whispered, his voice deep. "You don't look like yourself. As soon as they leave, I'm gonna make you feel like such a princess."

I gulped, feeling myself get slightly turned on at  the thought. Frank pulled away, reaching around me to pull out three wine glasses.

"You shouldn't be drinking this," Frank said. "What else do you want instead?"

"Just water," I said, blushing as I looked down.

His fingers lifted my face up  to look at him.

"What's that look for?" He asked.

"Just thinking about what you could do to make me feel like a princess," I replied.

A smirk played on his beautiful features. Suddenly, I felt his other hand cupping my princess parts through my jeans as I gasped. His thumb gently rubbed along it as my knees quaked.

"Don't you worry about that," he said softly. "Daddy's gonna take real good car of you."

I bit my lip as he pulled away. He got me a glass of water, asking me to carry the wine bottle as we went back into the dining room where my parents were and sat back in our seats across from them. Frank poured all three of them the wine as we settled back to comfortable talking.

"Daddy, can you pass me the garlic bread?" I asked without thinking.

Both my dad and Frank reached for it at the same time. My dad looked at Frank in confusion before Frank pulled his hand away with a blush, mumbling an apology. I think this is the first time I've seen Frank blush, it's cute. My dad handed me the garlic bread and I replied with a small thank you.

"How has Pete and Mikey been?" My mom asked me.

"They're good," I said. "You didn't hear this from me, but they're talking about adopting children."

My mom's eyes immediately lit up. She's always wanted grandchildren.

"I finally get my grandbabies?" She asked in excitement.

We all laughed at her but she didn't mind.

"Donald, we need to stop by Mikey's place after this," she insisted. "We can say that we just wanted to catch up."

"Fine," my dad agreed. "But don't go around getting all nosy again, you know what happened last time."

A couple of hours later and they were leaving. My mom gave both Frank and I hugs and kisses on our cheeks. My dad hugged me, shaking hands with Frank. The second the door was shut and locked, I was pressed against it. I moaned against Frank's lips against mine, kissing me heatedly. I whined, my hips bucking forward against Frank's.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good," he whispered.

His lips sucked on my neck, creating dark bruises in his wake. We both jumped apart when the doorbell rang. I tried to straighten out my hair and hide the problem in my pants as Frank opened the door to see my mom on our doorstep.

"Sorry, I forgot my purse," she said.

She quickly went in, grabbing her purse and shuffling out the door again. This time when we knew they were gone for a fact, Frank was practically dragging me up the stairs. My shirt was discarded as Frank pressed me into the bed facedown. His hands gripped the sides of my jeans, pulling them down over my pale bum without even bothering to unbutton them. They were dropped to the ground as Frank tutted behind me.

"Naughty kitten," he said. "Not wearing any underwear? Such a slut."

I moaned, sticking my ass up for him. He gave it a smack, making me flinch but still left me wanting more.

"Hands and knees, baby," Frank said softly.

I did as he said, at the edge of the bed. He stood on the ground in front of me as my face moved forward and nuzzled his big boy parts with my cheek.

"Want to suck my cock, kitten?" He asked.

I bit my lip and nodded, looking up at him innocently. He started to unbutton his pants then the of something. He walked to the cupboard and pulled out black kitten ears, placing them on my head. I smiled, looking up at him. Frank bit his lip in lust, pushing his pants and boxers down around his knees.

"Open your mouth, princess," he ordered.

I opened my mouth for him as he stepped forward. I took him into my mouth, licking around the tip before taking him farther in. Frank groaned, curling his fist in my hair while making sure to not knock off my kitten ears. My tongue lapped at the underside as he took me to the base, my nose pressed into the skin of his hips. I swallowed around him, knowing from previous experiences that he loved it. Just as suspected, I had gotten a string of curse words from him. Frank stepped back, pulling out of my mouth with a string of saliva connecting from my lip to the tip of his dick.

Wordlessly, Frank went back to the cupboard and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. I went up on my knees as he cuffed my hands behind my back. He was kneeling behind me, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck as his hands roamed my hips. They reached around, to grasp my leaking erection, squeezing the tip. I whimpered, my head falling back against Frank's shoulder.

"So good, princess, so good for daddy," Frank whispered in my ear. "Bend over for me now."

I did so, my face pressed against the mattress with my hands still restrained behind my back. Two slicked up fingers were at my entrance, pushing in. They stretched me, a small pain that was soon taken over by one of pleasure. The second they were removed, I felt the head of Frank's erection pressed against me.

He pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out and breathing heavily. I whined, pushing back against him to try and get him to move. He did so, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward. I moaned, my back arching so my butt was higher in the air.

"Fuck, Princess," Frank muttered. "Your ass is fucking amazing. I could fuck you all night."

As nice as that sounds, the pressure in my stomach was saying otherwise. He moved in and out of me, a fast rhythm being created to go with my breathy moans of "ah, ah, ah".

"I love you so much," Frank groaned.

I whined, pushing back against him, my wrists pulling against the metal that encased them. My eyes squeezed shut as his hand wrapped around to jerk me off, adding to the building heat that had my toes curling.

"Daddy, oh daddy," I moaned. "I-I'm gonna come."

"Hold on for me, baby," he said.

I whined, clenching around him and hearing his groans. My head was spinning, moans and whimpers escaping my lips.

"Come for me, baby," he finally said.

I cried out, releasing into his hand. I felt him come inside me, riding out our orgasms before pulling out. He took off my handcuffs and I laid down under he blankets with him beside me.

"I'm sorry, Baby Gee," Frank apologized, kissing the red rings around my wrist.

I smiled, kissing him and snuggling up to his chest for sleep.