Wassup

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Frank kept giggling as he watched me get my first tattoo. He was going to get some of his old ones touched up and inspired me to get my own. I was so nervous, I hate needles.

"I wanna see it," Frank begged.

"Not until it's done," I said.

I heard the machine turn on and I nearly jumped out of my seat. Frank giggled quietly, kissing the top of my head. He was sitting behind me so he couldn't see the tattoo on my chest until it was finished. The tattoo artist came closer with the needle and I shut my eyes.

"W-wait, wait," I breathed out. "I-I just need a minute."

"You're gonna be fine," Frank said and I didn't have to look at him to know he was rolling my eyes.

I nodded, taking a few deep breaths.

"Fuck, I wish I had done a line this morning," I muttered.

I felt a swat to the back of my head and I smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, Princess," I said. "Alright, I think I'm ready."

I watched as the tattoo artist came closer and I bit my lip as I watched him tattoo me. The pain wasn't too bad but I was still trying my best to not freak out as I leaned my head back. Frank ran his fingers through my short, white hair reassuringly.

"Daddy, you're done," Frank said with a giggle.

I opened my eyes and realized that I had probably been finished for a little bit. I spent so long just trying to calm myself by imagining myself somewhere else that he completely finished the tattoo.

"Alright," I muttered, buttoning my shirt up.

"Wait, I didn't get to see," Frank complained.

I pulled on my suit jacket and smiled as I took his hand in mine. I talked to the man about my tattoo before we went back home. Frank kept whining and whimpering the whole time. I went into my office and sat in my seat while he plopped down into my lap. His hands moved to unbutton my shirt and he quickly threw it open. Frank stared at me, his lip quivering.

"I-it's so pretty," he whimpered.

Frank's eyes watered and it was only seconds before he burst into tears. I chuckled softly, kissing his cheek.

"I-it's for me," he whimpered.

I smiled, looking at the little tiara over my chest.

"It's for me because I'm your Princess," he said, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"It's perfect!" He exclaimed.

He giggled happily as he looked at it.

"Daddy, I-I don't have a tattoo for you," he whispered sadly.

"That's okay, beautiful, you don't need one for me," I said.

"But you're my Daddy," he said sadly. "A-and you got one for me."

He laid his head down on my shoulder and I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair. He sighed sadly and I chuckled.

"You don't have to get upset now, Princess," I said.

"But I didn't get anything for you," he said.

"You can suck my dick," I said.

Frank picked his head up to look at me before nodding quickly. He moved off my lap to kneel down in front of me. I smirked, putting a cigarette between my lips and lighting it. His hand reached up and cupped my crotch, rubbing softly. I bit my lip, smirking as I looked down at him. He pulled at my belt, whining as he struggled to undo it.

I unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants and boxers down around my thighs. He wrapped his hand around my semi. He licked the tip of my erection before taking me into his mouth. I groaned quietly, my cigarette between my fingers to blow out smoke as my other hand tangled his into his hair, pushing him down onto me. Frank gagged lightly and I smirked.

He looked up at me, his big, innocent eyes locking with mine. His soft pink lips wrapped around my erection, stretching around me.

"So good," I mumbled.

I rocked my hips up gently, puffing out a bit more smoke. He moaned around me and the vibrations ricocheted throughout my body. I groaned quietly, pulling at his hair. I slapped his cheek lightly and he whimpered as he looked up at me.

"Such a good little whore," I muttered.

I pushed him back onto me and gasped softly. One of Frank's hands went up, gently massaging my balls. I gasped, my head tipping back. I could feel the coiling pleasure deep inside me, burning me up from the inside out. I cursed under my breath, bucking my hips up.

"Shit, Princess, I'm gonna come," I muttered.

Frank looked up at me again, his innocent green eyes glazed over.

"Oh, such a good little whore for Daddy," I mumbled.

He whimpered, taking more of me into his mouth. I pushed him off me and he let out a desperate whine as he tried to move to take my erection back into his mouth. I held his hair, tipping his head back as he moaned and stuck his tongue out. I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray on my desk and wrapped a hand around my erection, stroking myself quickly. I moaned softly as I looked down at him, my hand tightening in his hair.

The pleasure was burning up inside me and I knew I was gonna finish soon. The coiling knot twisted inside me, slowly pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I came suddenly, gasping and cursing. I moaned as I came over Frank's face and around his mouth. I moaned through my orgasm before leaning back in my seat. Frank leaned forward, gently licking my softening erection to lick up the cum that had dripped down.

I sighed, pulling my pants back up. Frank looked up at me innocently, come dripping down over his soft, pink swollen lips. I swiped my two fingers along his cheek then stuck them in his mouth. He whimpered, licking the come off my fingers. I pulled away and he looked up at me.

"Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up," I said.

Frank nodded and left the room. I sighed, running my fingers through my white hair. I sighed as I picked up the file I found sitting on my desk. Frank came back in, looking at me curiously.

"What is that, Daddy?" He asked.

"Nothing, Princess," I said.

I opened it up and found a small report on Frank's dad. He came over to look at it and I shut it quickly.

"Daddy, what is it?" He asked. "I wanna see!"

"I have an idea, Princess, why don't you go to the pantry and get yourself some candy?" I suggested.

"Okay, Daddy," he said.

He left the room and I sighed as I looked at the file again. Frank Sr. was forty-eight years old now, he was retired already. I found an address of where I could find him and looked it up on my computer. I frowned in confusion when I saw it was the address of a hospital. I scowled and called Brendon.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"You got the address wrong, it just goes to a hospital," I said.

"Did you read the entire file?" He asked and I didn't say anything. "Well, Gerard, if you would have read the entire file then you would have known that Frank's dad is terminally ill. He was diagnosed with lung cancer a few years ago."

"Serves him right for what he did to Frank," I mumbled.

"He's staying at the hospital for treatment and he's been in remission once but so far it's really not looking good for him," he said.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

"Well then, do I kill him or just wait for the cancer to get him first?" I asked.

"Why do you have to kill him at all?" Brendon asked.

"Because he fucking hurt my Princess," I said. "He kicked him out and left him all alone."

"Frank, he is a dying man with cancer," he said.

"That doesn't just erase the fact that he abused him and burned all his belongings before kicking him out to live on the streets," I said.

"Please just be careful and don't do anything irrationally," he said. "I know you get drunk with anger but you have to be careful because he is in a hospital surrounded by at least a thousand witnesses."

"Fuck, okay," I said. "I know I get a little bit angry sometimes but I promise I can control myself."

"Fine," Brendon said. "Alright, I have to go then."

He hung up and I sighed as I looked at my computer. The hospital wasn't far, only about an hour away. I didn't quite know what I was going to do yet. Maybe I could bring Frank there so he could say what he's always wanted to.

"Daddy!" frank cheered.

He walked in and sat on my lap. He had a little package of candy and I smiled as he fed me a little blue skittle.

"Daddy, I love you," Frankie said.

"I know," I said, kissing his cheek.

Frank looked down a little sadly as he ate.

"Why won't you love me?" He asked. "I promise I can be better! I-I can even get surgery to make me prettier for you if you want!"

"No, Princess, you don't need to change," I said. "You're so perfect."

"Th-then why won't you love me?" He whimpered. "Wh-what's wrong with me?"

"Baby, no, nothing is wrong with you," I denied.

He sniffled, looking around.

"Wh-what are you working on, Daddy?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said.

He looked down, laying his head on my shoulder as he looked at the tattoo on my chest.

"Princess, how would you feel about going to see your dad?" I asked.

"He's gonna be angry at me, Daddy," he said.

"No, it don't think he'll be in the position to be angry at you," I said.

Frank looked down and shrugged.

"You can yell at him for everything that he did to you," I said. "You can tell him off for everything."

Frank looked hesitant before he nodded. That was decided then, we were going to see his dad.