Rebel Chic

Chapter 6

I snuck out through the bars and ran to Frank was already waiting in his car. I giggled, getting in and giving him a kiss.

“How's my beautiful boy?” Frank asked.

“I'm good, daddy,” I said.

He drove off back to his house. We went inside and I giggled.

“I have to go to a meeting, baby,” he said.

I pouted and he kissed my forehead.

“You go play with your toys now,” Frank said. “I'll be up to get you later and we can have fun.”

“Okay, daddy,” I pouted.

Frank gave me a kiss and I smiled. I went off to my bedroom and he went to his meeting room. I played with some toys for a little bit when the door opened. I hoped to see Frankie but instead I saw a boy. He had blond hair and was wearing a little maids outfit.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I-I'm the maid, I just came for your laundry,” he said.

“Do you wanna play with me?” I asked.

“I don't know if Mr. Iero will let me,” he said nervously.

“It's okay, my daddy is nice,” I said.

He sat next to me and I smiled.

“My name’s Gee,” I said.

“I'm Patrick,” he said.

“Why are you wearing an outfit like that?” I asked. “Does Frankie make you wear that?”

“My master makes me,” he said. “Well, doesn't make me. I want to, I like dressing up all pretty for him.”

“Who's your master?” I asked.

“Pete,” Patrick said.

“The one who works for my daddy?” I asked and he nodded. “Pete is nice.”

“Yeah, he is,” Patrick agreed with a small smile.

“I'm building a train track, wanna help?” I asked.

Patrick smiled and nodded. The railroad went all around us in a big circle by the time we were finished. I made little train noises, moving it along the track. The door opened and Frank stepped in. Patrick stood up quickly and smoothed out his dress.

“Sorry, sir,” he muttered, hurrying out.

Frank stepped forward and I giggled.

“Look at my trains!” I exclaimed happily.

Frank kneeled beside me and I smiled.

“Patrick is nice, I like him,” I said.

“Yeah?” He asked.

I nodded and he held my hand. I sat in his lap and smiled, giving him a hug.

“Can we have a picnic?” I asked.

“Picnic?” He asked.

I nodded my head, grabbing his hand and standing up. I grabbed my blankie and went down to the kitchen while he followed.

“Can you make us a picnic?” I asked the chef.

He looked at me in confusion.

“A picnic?” I repeated.

He looked at me in confusion then at Frank. Frank said something in Italian, probably explaining what a picnic is. The chef nodded and he began doing things. I giggled happily, holding Frank's hand. The chef finished and handed me a basket. I took his hand and walked out of the kitchen.

“What are you two doing?” Pete asked.

“Picnic!” I cheered.

I smiled as he laughed.

“You're taking the Frank Iero, the leader of a gang, out on a picnic?” he asked.

Frank glared at Pete and Pete quickly stopped laughing.

“Sorry boss,” he mumbled, walking away.

I pulled Frank outside to the garden. I spread out my blankie and opened the basket. It was full of little snacks like cookies and juice boxes and chips and grapes. I gasped, giggling as I grabbed the cookies. Frank smiled as we ate and I looked at all the pretty flowers.

“I like these flowers,” I said. “They're pretty.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled distractedly.

I looked over and saw him on his phone. I scowled, straddling his hips, taking his phone away.

“No phones in picnics,” I pouted.

“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Gonna tell daddy what to do?”

Frank pushed me back onto the blanket, pressing his lips against mine. I whimpered, kissing him back as my hands tangled into his hair. Frank’s messy kisses moved down to my neck as I gasped. His hips rocked down against mine and I moaned, feeling the aching heat begin.

“D-daddy,” I whimpered.

“Hush now, baby boy,” Frank whispered.

I hugged Frank close, feeling my cheeks flush. Frank ground against me slowly and I whined in pleasure. Frank pulled my sweater off and I blushed. He kissed along my chest, his tongue running along my n****e as I whimpered.

“Oh daddy,” I moaned softly.

My hands unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off. I pulled off his tie looked at the tattoos he had. I looked back up at him as he smirked. Frank pulled off my skirt and tossed it aside on the grass. I could feel my soft blanket beneath me and I smiled. Frank gave me a kiss, a nice, soft one. His hand reached down, cupping the bulge in my panties. I gasped softly, rutting my hips up into his hand.

“Daddy please, I need you,” I begged.

“Not today, baby, not yet,” he whispered.

I pouted and Frank smiled, kissing my forehead.

“You want my fingers, baby?” He mumbled, kissing my neck. “Want me to finger f**k you ‘til you scream?”

I whimpered and nodded. Frank smirked, pulling off my panties. He pressed his fingers to my lips and I sucked on them, coating them in spit. Frank pulled them away, pressing them against my entrance. Frank pushed one in slowly and I whimpered. He pressed soft kisses to my collarbone, moving it in and out.

Frank pushed in a second finger and I moaned softly. He pumped them in and out slowly and I whimpered. Frank started moving faster and I moaned. His fingers hit a spot inside me that made me cry out in pleasure. My hands gripped the blanket as my head fell back.

“Daddy, ah, right there,” I moaned. “Daddy, wanna make you feel good too.”

Frank pulled his hand away and I frowned in disappointment. He unzipped his slacks and pushed them down with his boxers. He grabbed my hand, wrapping it around his erection. I felt his fingers push into me fast and I moaned.

“Come on, baby,” Frank urged, moving his fingers in and out quickly. “Wanna make me feel good? Wanna make me come?”

I nodded quickly and started moving my hand on his length. Frank hit that spot inside me again and I felt the hot twisting in the pit of my stomach.

“Come on, baby, faster,” Frank urged.

I moved my hand on him faster, feeling him push in a third finger. The stretch stung a bit but I didn't mind.

“Gonna come, babydoll?” He asked.

I whimpered and nodded. Frank moved his fingers faster, hitting that spot every time.

“Daddy, daddy please,” I begged.

“Hold on, baby,” he said.

I whined, shaking my head. Frank's fingers moved in and out of me faster. The knot twisted inside me. It burned and made a heart pound in my chest.

“Come on, princess, come for daddy,” he said.

I cried out, letting myself go as I came over my stomach. Frank rode me out through my orgasm before pulling his hand away.

“Come on, Gee, make me come,” he growled.

I used one hand, swirling my thumb around the tip, and used the other to pump him quickly. Frank groaned quietly, his hips rocking slowly.

“That's right, baby, just like that,” he muttered. “Ah, fuck.”

He came suddenly over my hand and my stomach. He took a few deep breaths, giving me a soft kiss. Frank helped me stand up and I blushed at the sudden realization that we were outside. He grabbed my blanket and wiped me off gently. Frank kissed my stomach and I giggled.

“Come on now, get dressed,” he said.

I pulled on my panties and the rest of my clothes as Frank got himself dressed too. He balled up the blanket and grabbed the picnic basket. The two of us walked inside and I blushed.

“Let me go throw this into the washer,” he said. “You're gonna need it tonight.”

“I-I can't stay the night,” I said sadly.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Because my dad is really mad at me right now,” I told him. “I can't stay here long.”

“Or you can stay here forever,” Frank suggested. “Live with me instead.”

I looked down at my feet as my eyes watered. I didn't wanna let him down.

“Hey,” Frank said softly, lifting my chin up to make me look at him. “It's okay if you don't want to, I won't be upset.”

“They're my family, I-I love them, I don't think I'm ready to move out,” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead and I smiled.

“Come on, let me get you home now,” he said.

I nodded, fixing my sweater as he went to go put my blanket in the wash. He came back and held my hand as we went to the garage. We got into his car and I sighed sadly as we drove. Frank reached over to hold my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. We parked in our usual spot and I sighed.

“I have a cat,” I said quietly. “A little baby kitten named Mitch.”

“I know, Gee, you showed me her when you went to take her on a walk,” Frank said with a small chuckle.

“Oh,” I mumbled. “But if I move in would I be able to bring her too?”

“Of course, and we can even get her one of those big cat tower things,” he said.

I gasped and nodded my head. Frank pulled me closer, locking his lips with mine. I tangled my hands into his hair and he smiled, his tongue running along mine.

The door opened and I shrieked as I was yanked out of the car. There were gunfires aimed at the car and I screamed as Frank took off speeding. My dad pulled me towards the house and I cried, surrounded by other men as I tried to pull away. I saw Mikey watching me as I sniffled.

My dad pulled me up to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I whimpered, hugging Casper tight as I wiped my tears and looked up at him.

“What the f**k do you think you were doing?!” He shouted.

I burst into tears, burying my face into the pillow.

“You sneak out and then I catch you making out with Frank Iero!” He yelled. “Please tell me he at least forced himself on you so I can blame him.”

“It was me,” I cried. “I like him.”

“Why couldn't you have just dated kept saying Ray?” He asked, still sounding really angry. “He was always such a nice boy.”

“I don't like Ray!” I cried. “I like Frankie!”

“I done nothing but protected you!” He shouted. “I have given you everything you've ever wanted and you go run off with the man that got your mom killed!”

“No he didn't!” I yelled.

“Yes, Gerard, he did but you wouldn't know that because I never told you,” he said. “I hope you're happy now, you're never leaving this house again. I'm not losing you too, not to that bastard.”

I cried as he went out and slammed the door shut behind him.

“I want Frankie!” I screamed. “I want Frankie! I want Frankie!”