I grabbed the picnic basket and the blanket, holding Frank's hand. We walked through the little path in the woods until we got to the little place I wanted. I was a little clearing with a small cliff that looked over the water. Colorful flowers bloomed around the edges and rocks decorated the area. It was secluded and quiet here, I absolutely loved it here.

"Wow, it's beautiful," he muttered.

He looked at the sunset over the water. I spread out the blanket and he smiled, sitting down on the soft fabric. I opened the basket and pulled out the little snacks that I had for our makeshift dinner. Frank smiled happily, giving me a kiss.

"God I love you," he muttered.

"I love you too," I said.

I smiled and pulled out the green grapes, which were my favorite kinds of grapes. I tossed one up in the air and tried to catch it in my mouth but it hit my forehead and bounced off. I giggled, blushing in slight embarrassment from how much I just failed that. Frank tried it too and it bounced off his cheek.

I smiled, straddling his hips. I kissed him softly but it quickly became rough. I pushed him back down against the blanket, kissing along his neck.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered.

I sucked on his neck, my tongue grazing over the bruised skin. He squeezed my ass and I whimpered. I ground against him, biting my lip as I looked down at him.

"Fuck," I whimpered.

Frank spanked me and I gasped.

"Naughty boy," Frank tutted. "I can't wait until we can go home and get you into my playroom."

I giggled, giving him a kiss. His hands ran up over my waist and he pulled my dress up over my head. Frank ran his hands over my thighs, his fingertips just barely touching the hem of my panties. I bit my lip and he raised his eyebrows.

"You look really fucking good when you bite your lip like that," he said.

"Really?" I asked with a small smirk.

I bit my lip again and he shook his head with a small smile.

"Such a troublemaker," he said. "You have no clue how badly I want to just bend you over and whip you."

"Am I being naughty, Daddy?" I asked innocently.

"So naughty," he mumbled.

I rocked my hips down again and he groaned.

"Fuck, Baby," he mumbled.

"You're so pretty, Daddy," I said.

I pulled at his shirt and he sat up, helping me pull it off. I smiled as I ran my fingers over the tattoos on his chest.

"They're so pretty," I said. "Does it hurt?"

"It's not too bad," he said.

"I'm scared of needles," I said. "Otherwise I would get some tattoos, I think they're really pretty. I would maybe want a cute little flower or something."

My hand ran over the scorpion on his neck and he smiled.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"My horoscope," he said. "I'm a scorpio, born on Halloween."

"Really? I didn't know that," I said. "That sounds so cool."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I've always had costume parties on my birthday, even now I still have costume parties."

"Really?" I asked. "I like dressing up for Halloween, I think it's a lot of fun."

"Yeah? You gonna dress up as something sexy for my birthday for me?" He asked.

I nodded and blushed.

"What would you want me to dress up as?" I asked.

Frank smirked up at me. "Fuck, I don't know. Maybe a sexy little kitty. Or a little schoolgirl. Maybe a sexy angel. God, you don't know how badly I want to just bend you over when you're in a tiny little skirt. I want to hear you beg and plead for me to fuck your pretty little ass."

I whimpered, rocking down against him. I kissed him roughly, my hips still grinding down.

"I love you," I whispered. "I love you so much."

Frank squeezed my ass and I moaned. I moved down his body, tugging off his pants and boxers. I wrapped a hand around his erection before my tongue pressed against his tip. He tangled a hand into my hair, gently pushing my head down onto him. He moaned quietly as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. My head moved on him as he guided me with his hand. I gagged lightly, my hand jerking off what I couldn't fit in my mouth.

I pulled off, kissing him roughly. He moaned, pulling me close. Frank pushed off my panties, sucking on two of his fingers. Everything was going fast and he pushed a finger into me slowly. He quickly added two and stretched me. I rocked my hips against his hand as I whimpered, feeling the tips of his fingers press against my prostate.

"Please fuck me," I whimpered.

He pulled his hand away and I spit into my hand, slicking him up. I sank down onto him and moaned.

"F-fuck," I whimpered.

I bounced on his lap, my hands on his chest. Frank flipped us over so I laid on the soft blanket. He pulled out before slamming back in again. I cried out, my head falling back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Frank grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands down over my head. I moaned, adrenaline washing over every pore.

He rocked into me slowly but his pace quickened. Frank was looking down at me as he bit his lip, his green eyes filled with lust and passion that somehow only spurred me on. It was the look of concentration on his face, the little beads of sweat forming on his forehead that made the ball of pleasure tighten in the pit of my stomach.

I whimpered, tugging a bit at his hands but I loved the restriction, the feeling of him pinning me down, fucking me hard. There was nothing hotter than the thought of him tying me down so I couldn't even move, just used by him like a little whore. Oh god, I wanted to be tied down and used.

"P-please, Daddy," I whimpered.

Frank held both my wrists in one hand, his other moving down over my chest as he kept pounding into me. His fingertips just barely brushed over my erection and I cried out. His hand then ran over my inner thigh before reaching up, wrapping around my throat. I thought I could come at that instant, his tattooed hand tightening slightly before releasing again.

"You look so pretty, Baby Boy," he whispered. "I love hearing all those pretty little sounds you make. I love making you mine."

He accentuated the last word by snapping his hips forward. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut. His hand moved from my neck to my mouth and I sucked on his fingers. Frank's eyebrows were furrowed and I could tell he was close, we both were.

"Please," I whimpered. "I-I'm so close."

He pounded into me and he just kept hitting my prostate dead on every time. My insides were twisting and burning, begging and screaming to just let loose, to just feel that boiling ecstasy. Frank's hand made its way around my throat again and I whimpered. He squeezed tighter and I gasped for air that never came.

It was then that the pure bliss washed over me. My mind was spinning and my vision whited out. My back arched and I would've screamed if Frank didn't have his hand around my throat. It was like a million little lightning bolts thrumming under my skin, going straight to my brain. It fizzled out my brain so much that I barely even registered Frank coming inside me.

He pulled out and we both came down from our highs. He cuddled next to me and I smiled, resting my head down on his chest. I was surprisingly tired from the events that just occured and he ran his fingers through my hair gingerly.

"I think you were close to subspace there, Baby Boy," he said. "Would you want to go into subspace?"

I nodded and he smiled, kissing the top of my head.

"Are you sleepy?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am, just a little bit," I said.

"We should eat first, you shouldn't go to bed on an empty stomach," he said. "And we still have to get back to the campsite."

Frank sat up and reached into the picnic basket. He wiped us off with napkins before getting the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He kept breaking off little pieces and feeding them for me while I laid there and he ate his own sandwich at the same time.

"Alright, come on, you need to get dressed," he said.

I whined sleepily and Frank grabbed my panties. I lifted my hips so he could slip them on and I muttered unhappily, sticking my hand down my panties to shift my dick into a more comfortable position. He sat me up and pulled my dress onto me. Frank got dressed himself and put everything away into the little basket.

Frank picked me up and smiled, giving me a kiss. I smiled sleepily as he began walking through the woods in the dark to go back to the campsite. I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him. He was so beautiful, every inch of his skin was so perfect.

"It got dark really fast," Frank said as he looked around. "There aren't bears out here, are there?"

I hummed, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I don't know if that was a yes or a no, Baby," he said.

I just hummed again, closing my eyes. Soon I heard the voices of laughter from the campfire as we got closer.

"Are there bears in the woods?" Frank asked. "I don't do bears."

"No bears out here," I heard my dad say. "He tired?"

"Yeah, we're just gonna get to bed," he said.

The tent was empty when we went in and he zipped up the door after setting me on the air mattress. He got me changed into pajamas and we quickly passed out in the bed.