LAST CHAPTER

Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be

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I smiled at Brendon as we sat together on the couch. Two men came in and I looked at them.

"Gerard, come with us," one of them said.

I looked over at as he smirked.

"Looks like Frank chose you," he said.

I followed them out and I thanked god that I had my gun in the back waistband of my pants. This would finally be my chance to kill Frank, I would get the revenge I've always wanted.

We got into the elevator and I stood there awkwardly. We got to a door and they opened it for me, letting me step inside before shutting it. I looked around and the place that almost looked like an apartment, except it was underground. This place was nice. There were dark hardwood floors and the walls were painted light grey and there were pictures on the walls.

"Gerard," someone said.

I looked over and saw Frank sitting in an arm chair. He patted his lap and I nervously went over, straddling his hips. Frank smirked at me as I bit my lip.

"I assume you know why you're here?" He guessed and I nodded. "And are you okay with it?"

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, sir," he corrected.

The way he said it made a small ache in the pit of my stomach that I tried to ignore.

"Yes, sir," I repeated.

I couldn't kill him now, he'd have me pinned down before I could even pull out my gun. I had to wait until after, wait until he was tired.

"Good," Frank mumbled.

His hands trailed along my hips and they reached my gun. I froze in fear as he looked up at me, maybe he knew my plan. Frank just pulled the gun out, putting it on the table next to chair.

"You won't be needing this," he mumbled.

His hands ran along my thighs and I felt my stomach tighten a notch.

"You want a drink?" He asked.

I nodded softly and we stood up. He led me over to a little mini bar, pouring us both glasses of whiskey. Frank sat beside me on the stools, his hand resting on my thigh.

"S-so why did you pick me?" I asked, taking a drink to try and calm my nerves.

"You're pretty," he said quietly.

Frank's hand trailed up a little higher and I let out a small breath. He squeezed softly as his other hand trailed along my jaw. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip as he leaned in close. Our lips moved together slow at first before it grew heated. His hand moved up from my thigh to palm me through my slacks and I let out a shaky moan.

"You want this?" He whispered.

I nodded, feeling the pleasure run through my veins.

"Words, Gerard," he muttered, an almost growl-like tone lacing his words.

"Yes, sir, I want this," I said.

Frank pulled back, holding out a hand. He lead me back through a hallway to a large bedroom. The walls were dark and the bed was covered in black silk sheets with a big, soft red blanket on it.

"Have a theme color?" I asked with a small chuckle, looking at his matching hair.

"No talking now," he said pushing me down to his knees in front of him.

I whimpered, looking at the bulge in his pants in front of me.

"Do you have a safeword?" He asked and I shook my head. "Think of one, I can be rough sometimes."

"Uh...fuck," I said, trying to think of something.

"Any fears? Allergies? Things that are meaningful?" He asked. "Those are usually common."

"Um, cats," I said. "I'm allergic to cats, can that be my safeword?"

"It's your choice," he said. "Will you remember it?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Good," Frank replied.

He unbuckled his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down. Frank wrapped a hand around his semi, stroking himself until he was fully hard. His hand tangled into my hair and I knew what I was supposed to do then. I wrapped my hand around him, licking his tip softly.

"No teasing," he said

"Sorry, sir," I replied quietly.

I took him into my mouth, feeling my lips stretch as I took as much of him as I can, jerking off what I couldn't fit. His hips jerked forward and I gagged around him.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands pulling at my hair as his hips rocked forward.

I gagged, feeling the spit dribble down my chin as he fucked my mouth. I was absolutely loving every second of it but it ended all too soon as he pulled away.

"Strip and get on the bed," he ordered.

I nodded, quickly getting up to shrug off my jacket. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt but I finally managed to undo them as I shrugged the fabric off my shoulders. I kicked off my pants and boxers, going to lay on the bed. The soft mattress shifted below me as I watched him get undressed and walk to the other side of the room.

Frank came back over with some soft leather cuffs in his hand. He attached one securely around one of my wrists before looping it around the bar in the headboard and attaching the other one to my other wrist. Frank smirked, his hand trailing down my chest to wrap around my erection. I let out soft whimpers as he stroked me slowly.

"So good for me," he muttered.

Frank walked back before coming back with a black riding crop in his hand. My stomach tightened a notch as I watched him. The whip trailed along my inner thighs and my heart practically skipped a beat in anticipation.

I cried out as the riding crop snapped down on my inner thigh. The pain went straight to the pit of my stomach and I panted. He brought the whip down again and I gasped, pulling at the cuffs. Frank whipped me a couple more times before tossing the riding crop away. He crawled between my legs, sucking on my inner thighs.

"Fuck," I moaned. "O-oh god."

I felt two slicked up fingers pressed against me before pushing in slowly. I hissed softly, feeling the sting of the stretch. It's been awhile since I've fingered myself so it hurt a little but thankfully it seemed like Frank knew what he was doing.

He crooked his fingered and they brushed against my prostate and I cried out in pleasure. My hips rocked against his hand as he moved them in and out quickly. I moaned, pulling at the cuffs.

"Please, sir, I need you," I begged.

Frank looked up at me and smirked. He reached into his nightstand, grabbing a condom and some lube. He rolled the condom on and covered himself in lube.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked and I nodded.

Frank pushed in slowly and I whimpered. He bottomed out, pausing to let me adjust. I let out soft breaths, nodding to let him continue. Frank rocked his hips slowly but it wasn't long before he was moving faster.

"Oh fuck, sir," I moaned when I felt him hit that special bundle of nerves. "R-right there, please."

The burning coils of heat were twisting as he pounded into me. Frank held my hips, most likely leaving bruises from how tight he was holding onto me.

"Don't stop," I breathed out. "Oh god, oh god, please don't stop. Fuck, feels so good."

His hands ran over my body as he kissed my skin. Frank's hips snapped forward into me as I panted. My hands held the chains attached to the cuffs, my head tipping back.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

I felt like my skin was actually on fire because I felt so good. The burning pleasure in the pit of my stomach was pushing my close to the edge as Frank kept hitting my prostate with every thrust of his hips. Sweat built over my skin as I just kept moaning and whining.

"O-oh god, I'm gonna come," I moaned.

"Not until I say you can," Frank said.

I nodded, feeling his hand run along my inner thigh before giving it a sharp slap. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes squeezing shut. He pounded into me roughly and I gasped, feeling the coiling knot in the pit of my stomach that was threatening to release. And oh god, I needed release so badly.

"Come for me, baby," Frank whispered, his hand wrapping around my erection as he stroked me quickly.

I gasped, crying out and I was practically seeing stars as I came, my back arching off the mattress. It wasn't long after until he finished inside the condom.

"F-fuck," I whimpered.

Frank pulled out, tossing the condom into the trash. He unbuckled my cuffs and I whimpered.

"Do you wanna stay the night?" He asked and I nodded softly.

I laid with him in the bed, watching him until he fell asleep. I put on my boxers and snuck out to the other room, grabbing my gun. I made sure my clip was full and safety was off before turning around, seeing Frank standing right there in his boxers. I pointed my gun at him and he didn't falter.

"Y-you killed my wife and daughter," I said, my eyes watering.

"I know, I'm sorry," he said.

"Y-you know?" I asked. "You knew who I was and you hired me still?"

"I figured you wanted revenge," Frank said. "Go ahead, shoot me, take my pain away."

"What pain could you possibly have?" I asked. "I had to watch my daughter bleed to death in my arms, she was only three years old."

"I killed my own kids too," Frank whispered.

"How could you be so cruel as to kill your kids?" I asked.

"I-it was an accident," he whimpered. "Patrick had created a new bomb, it was supposed to be extremely powerful. We had been behind the glass in a separate room so we could watch the bomb detonate. My kids got their hands on my keycard and they wanted to play with me. They came into the bomb room just as the bomb went off. I-I watched them get blown up, I watched the blood splatter over the glass. And after it was over there was hardly even any bodies to bury. Fuck, I couldn't even whose limbs were whose."

My lip quivered as I listened to his story. My gun lowered as I just fell to the floor. I felt Frank's arms wrap around me.

"What now?" I asked.

"I don't know," Frank replied quietly. "Just...stay with me?"

I sniffled and nodded, letting him hold my hand and pull me back to the bedroom. The two of us curled up into each other, sobbing into each other's arms.