"Pick something for breakfast," Frank said, wrapping his arms around me.

"I want cheesecake," I said.

"Breakfast, baby, you can have sweets later," he said.

I sighed dramatically and he chuckled, kissing my cheek.

"Alright, I want the French toast and the fruit on the side then," I said.

"Orange juice?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"Alright, I ran to the store yesterday and bought some stuff for you, snacks and that and I got some more juice boxes," he said. "We've gotta leave tomorrow morning to drive off to the next hotel."

"When you leave I never really imagine you just going from fancy hotel to fancy hotel just drinking wine with fancy room service," I said.

"Well, it's not always like this, what'd you expect?" He asked.

"I don't know, you just dirty and rugged and fighting for your life," I said.

"Sometime it's like that," he said. "Right now we're just making people switch their deals over to Pete. So it isn't too hard or dangerous."

I nodded as he grabbed the phone to order room service. I yawned, spreading myself out on the couch before turning on the tv.

"Gee," frank yawned, curling up on the couch with me.

We watched cartoons, lounging around in pajamas until the food came.

"Here we go," Frank said, feeding me a bite.

I smiled chewing happily.

"How long is the car ride to the next hotel?" I asked.

"A couple hours," he said and I pouted. "You can just nap if you want."

I nodded my head, eating my breakfast.

"Daddy, did Jamia used to go with you for your business meetings too?" I asked.

"Occasionally but not often, usually she'd just stay home with Patrick," he said. "I didn't want her getting hurt at all."

"Do you still miss her?" I asked.

"Sometimes but I've accepted what happened and I've been able to move on," he said.

"That's good," I said quietly, resting my head on his shoulder.

Frank nodded, wrapping an arm around me.

"I'm full," I said, looking at my mostly finished food. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Alright, want me to join you?" He asked.

"No, I was just gonna shave my legs," I said.

"You like shaving, don't you?" Frank asked.

"I do, it makes my skin so soft and smooth and I like it," I said. "Thank you for teaching me."

He smiled, giving me a kiss.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too, daddy," I said.

I went to the bathroom, turning on the shower. There was a huge mirror on the wall and everything was made out of fancy, expensive marble. This place even had heated floors.

As soon as I was done shaving and washing up, I put on a big, fuzzy robe and smiled. I headed out but frowned when I didn't see Frank anywhere.

"Daddy?" I called.

I walked to the living room and saw him out on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. I opened the door and stepped out, shivering as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Oh, baby, get inside, you're gonna freeze to death," he said.

"You quit smoking," I mumbled.

"I know it's just...it's just one," he said quietly.

"That's not good for your heart," I said.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry, it's just one," Frank said.

I took the cigarette from him, stubbing it out on the railing.

"No smoking," I said.

I headed back inside, getting dressed into just a pair of panties and a pair of white knee high socks. I found one of Frank's shirts too and threw that on, it was an old, faded and holey black flag shirt.

"Blanket fort time?" I asked.

Frank smiled, kissing my cheek.

"Sorry for smoking, baby," he said. "I was just craving it, feel free to hit me or something next time."

"I would never hit you," I said.

He gave me a soft kiss and I smiled.

"Alright, blanket fort time," he said.

I giggled and nodded my head. He grabbed the sheets from the closet and the chairs from the table. We draped the sheets over the backs of the chairs and crawled in together.

"Alright, I think it's time for scary stories," he said.

"S-scary stories?" I asked nervously and he nodded.

Frank turned on his phone flashlight, setting it on the ground between us to shine up and bring some light in here.

"Okay, once there was a man who lived in an old, old house," he said, reaching over to hold both my hands. "And he had a wife, who had committed suicide years before when she found out about the man's affairs. And then one night he was getting ready for bed, his mirror started fogging up. It started with all the mirrors then the windows too. He just kept hearing this dropping sound over and over again. Drip. Drip. Drip."

Although the story wasn't too terrifying, it was maybe just enough to scare me a bit.

"He tried to ignore it, to just go to sleep but it reminded him too much of something," he said. "His late wife and overdosed in the bath, the hot water steaming up the mirror and window, the drain dripping water slowly.

"He was woken up at night by a presence at the end of the bed. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the figure of his wife. She didn't say anything, just walked around the bed as though she were floating. And then she got him!"

Frank grabbed me and I shrieked. He tickled me and I laughed, falling onto my back. Frank pressed his lips against mine, fumbling for his phone to turn the flashlight off. There was barely any light fading in through the sheets as Frank sucked on my neck.

He pulled away chuckling suddenly and I frowned. He sat up and I picked myself up to rest on my elbows.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I just...I don't know, we're married," Frank said. "We're married and here in pajamas telling scary stories in a blanket fort in the middle of the day. I never thought this is what married life would be like."

"Is it bad?" I asked nervously.

"No, I love it," he said.

"So...can we go back to what we were doing before then?" I asked.

Frank smirked in the dim light and crawled in between my legs. He sucked on my inner thighs and I whimpered, spreading my legs.

"Good boy," Frank muttered.

I panted softly as he pushed my shirt up, kissing my hips as his hands ran over my chest. Frank pulled my panties off and pushed my legs up a little bit. I moaned when his tongue gently ran over my hole.

"Daddy," I whimpered.

"Fucking love you," Frank breathed out.

He pushed a finger into me slowly and I whined as he pulled it away again.

"Daddy, please no teasing," I whimpered.

"Don't tell daddy what to do," Frank muttered.

His tongue ran over my hole again, slowly pushing inside as I moaned. He pushed in two fingers, spreading them as he licked between them slowly. Frank moved them in and out, keeping that slow pace as his thumb rubbed against my rim.

I gasped quietly, closing my eyes as my head tipped back. His fingers just kept massaging against my prostate and I rocked my hips against his hand. Everything he did was so slow and sensual in the way he knew just drove me crazy.

He just kept licking around my fingers as he moved them in and out slowly and I couldn't get enough of it. Frank slowly added a third finger and I whined.

"Daddy," I whimpered. "More."

Frank bit down softly on my inner thighs and I gasped. He sat up between my legs, pushing his fingers in and out quickly. His other hand wrapped around my erection, stroking me quickly. I moaned, my hips rocking. There was that aching ball of pleasure that pulled inside me, clouding up my brain as it begged for release.

"Oh, daddy, please," I whimpered.

I pushed down on his hand, my back arching off the ground slightly as I moaned. Frank kept moving his fingers in and out roughly as he jerked me off quickly.

"Come for me, baby boy," Frank finally said.

I cried out as I came, my hips jerking up while he worked me through my orgasm. He pulled away, smirking softly.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled softly, kissing his cheek. Frank crawled out of the fort and I stared at the sheets above me, catching my breath. Frank came back with a warm, wet rag and I smiled softly as he cleaned me up. He pulled my panties back on me and smiled.

"Alright, your turn for a scary story," he said.

I giggled, giving him a kiss as he turned the flashlight back on.

"My turn?" I asked.

"Yeah, baby, it's your turn to tell a story," he said.

"Okay, so...uh, there was a dog and that dog had another dog friend but then he found out that the other dog wasn't a real dog and it was actually just a ghost dog," I said.

"Wow, baby, that's chilling," he said.

I giggled, shaking my head.

"No, it really is, I think I might have nightmares now," Frank insisted.

"It wasn't a very good story, daddy," I said.

"Yes it was," he said. "Oh man, I might have to snuggle with Casper tonight because it was so scary."

I giggled, giving him a kiss.

"Daddy, do you need help too?" I asked.

"No, baby, I'm okay, I just wanted to make you feel good as a thank you for helping me with Vincent," he said.

"As another thank you can we order cheesecake now?" I asked hopefully.

"Sounds perfect," Frank agreed.

I smiled as Frank ordered more room service and the two of us spent the rest of the day cuddled up in the blanket fort eating cake.