Frank smiled down at me fondly as I played with some legos.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, you're just adorable," he said.

I was definitely in little space as I played, I had just gotten off work and immediately changed from my uniform into just one of Frank's t-shirts, a pair of pastel pink ruffled panties that had a bow on the back and a pair of white thigh high socks.

"I think you're more adorable," I said.

"Do you think it would be completely tacky of me to get a tattoo for you?" He asked.

I gasped. "You're gonna get a tattoo for me?"

"I don't know, it was just an idea," he said with a small shrug.

"Don't you know what they say?" I asked. "Never tattoo your significant other."

"I love you, Gee, and no matter what I will always love you," he said.

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"I think it would be so sweet," I said.

Frank smiled, pulling me up into his lap. He tucked my hair behind my ear and I blushed.

"What do you think about me getting the tattoo?" He asked.

"I think it would be really sweet," I said.

"Yeah?" He asked and I nodded. "I wanted to  ask you first to see what you would think."

"Do I get to pick the tattoo?" I asked.

"No, I already have a few ideas of what I might want," he said.

"You don't even have any room left on your skin," I said.

Frank chuckled, holding my hand.

"I have some space," he said.

My fingers played with his necklace and I smiled.

"I really like this necklace on you," I said. "I think it looks really good. I've only ever seen you take it off once."

Frank took it off, putting it around my neck instead. I bit my lip, looking at him as I kissed his cheek. But I could tell Frank was starting to get antsy without his necklace on, his fingers kept fidgeting and he looked nervous. I gave him the necklace back and he relaxed a bit.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just a little possessive," he said. "Both of objects and you, I guess."

"Possessive of me?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I don't want anyone to ever lay a finger on you. You're mine, understand?"

I nodded, my stomach twisted from the dominance in his voice.

"I-is Brendon doing okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's doing better," he said.

"It's still weird that he's not in the hospital," I said.

"They knew he was more comfortable at home and would recover there better," he said. "He has a nurse and aids on him the whole time."

"Everything is so weird with you," I mumbled.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"I don't know, it just seems like everything that happens with you is just so weird," I said. "The funeral  was weird and your job is weird and your money is weird and the whole car accident thing is weird."

"Why is the car accident weird?" He asked.

"Because he had such a small, isolated injury," I said. "I've never seen a car accident that looked like that before."

"Well, everyone's car accidents are different," he said.

I frowned quietly and looked down.

"Well yeah but it's all still just weird," I said. "Like you're not telling me the whole truth or something. I don't know, everything just sounds kind of weird and odd."

"Maybe it's just because my family and things like that is different," he said. "Cultural difference, you know."

"I don't know, maybe," I mumbled. "Guess I just thought that it was all kinda weird to me."

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I smiled.

"Do you think that I'm lying to  you?" He asked. He didn't sound mad at me, just concerned and I shrugged. "Baby, I would never lie to you. Things just get kind of complicated, it doesn't mean that I'm lying. Please, Baby Boy, I'm not lying to you and I don't want you being upset thinking I am."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"No, Baby, you don't have to apologize," he denied. "It's not your fault for worrying."

I sighed, curling up next to him.

"I do worry a lot," I said. "I don't mean to but I do, i just want to make sure that you're always safe."

"It's okay to worry, it just means that you care a lot," he said.

"I do care, I love you," I said.

"And I love you too," he stated.

He smiled, holding me close to him.

"Daddy, next time if you have to leave then you have to call to check up on me," I stated.

"Alright, I'm sorry," he said. "That was wrong of me and I really am sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry but I was trying to help him and my phone died."

I nodded, holding his hand.

"It's okay but you just scared me really bad," I said. "Why didn't you want me to call the police?"

"Just because with police there's a lot of troubles and paperwork and it takes a lot of time," he said. "Never go to the police, understand?"

"But what if I need to?" I asked.

"Don't," He said. "Come to me instead, got it?"

I bit my lip before nodding slowly.

"Good boy," he said.

But despite the praise there was still nervousness that twisted my stomach from what he said. I don't know why but it worried me. Why wouldn't he want me to go to the police? What if he's a serial killer and doesn't wanna get caught? Oh god, he might be a serial killer.

I looked at Frank nervously as he checked a message on his phone. I tried to glance at the secret serial killer messages but Frank turned his phone away before I could see.

"What are you doing, beautiful?" He asked.

"Nothing, just looking," I said innocently.

Frank put his phone away, obviously not wanting me to see whatever the message said. I pouted unhappily and Frank sat me down on the couch before he stood up with a small sigh.

"Do you want a snack, Baby Boy?" Frank asked. "I'm gonna go make us something."

Frank left and I picked up my paci. I hurried downstairs into his office and looked around for any special serial killer knick knacks. I tried opening his desk drawers but found all of them locked. I pouted, looking around. Not a single paper was left on his desk and when I tried to turn on his computer I couldn't remember the password. Did he ever even tell me the password? I don't even know at this point.

I looked around at the shelf but everything important seemed to be locked away in the safe below his desk. I stared at it with a small frown before looking at the tall safe in the corner of the room. I walked over and looked at it curiously, fidgeting with the dial.

"Baby, What are you doing in here?" Frank asked.

"What's in here?" I asked.

Frank walked over, seeming unsure of whether or not he should show me. But finally he reached for the dial to open it for me. My jaw dropped when I looked inside. It was filled to the brink with money, overflowing with little green paper. I looked at the stacks, each one of hundred dollar bills. There had to be millions of dollars in this thing.

"Wh-why Do you have this?" I asked.

"It's just money," he said.

"But you don't have any of it in a bank," I said. "It's a little shady and weird."

"It's not, I just don't trust banks," he said. "Lots of people don't trust banks."

He shut and locked the safe behind me.

"Come on, let's go eat," he said.

"Why don't you trust banks?" I asked.

Because serial killers can't go to the bank.

"I don't know, my family didn't trust it after the Great Depression and I guess that it's just sort of been integrated into me too," he said.

"Oh," I mumbled.

I guess that made sense.

"Come on, Beautiful," he said.

I followed him out to the kitchen to find a bowl of fruits on the counter. I sat down and ate quietly and Frank sighed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I'm just paranoid. It doesn't even make any sense for him to be a serial killer. He definitely is not a killer.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

He kissed up my neck and I giggled.

"Nothing?" He asked.

He brushed my hair to the side and sucked on the little spot just below my ear. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft breath. I could feel his front pressed against my back, the heat radiating off his body.

"I-I'm not very hungry anymore," I mumbled.

"No?" He asked.

I shook my head, whimpering as he peppered soft kisses to my neck. Frank took my hand, leading me down to the playroom. I blushed as he pulled my shirt off over my head.

"I-I wanna try something new," I said. "I wanna try role play."

"Yeah? What do you wanna do?" He asked.

"I-I don't know," I mumbled. "Is it too cliche to be a student?"

"Not at all," he denied, his hands brushing along my hips. "It's one of my favorites, actually."

I blushed as he stuck a finger into the front of my panties, pulling me closer to him.

"Why don't you go into the closet and pick out something pretty for me," he suggested. "Anything you want."

I nodded, pressing my lips against his. I pulled away and headed into the walk in closet. My mind was spinning with options as I looked around. Part of me wished Frank would just choose for me. What if I choose something he doesn't like? Well, I guess he wouldn't have an outfit for it if he didn't like it. He had both male and female outfits, probably just in case I didn't want to cross dress.

I could do teacher and student but that just seems too cliché. Although, still hot. I frowned, biting my lip. Maybe a police one? Doctor? Boss and secretary? Fuck.