Rebel Chic

Chapter 9

I scowled at Frank and he sighed. I watched him pack stuff into a duffel bag, mostly just guns and a couple spare clothes. Casper was hugged to my chest as he zipped his bag.

“Baby, I’ll be back by tomorrow night,” Frank said. “I’ve just gotta do something for work.”

I laid back on his bed and frowned. He tickled my feet and I giggled but then frowned and kicked his hand away. Frank turned me onto my stomach and gave me a sharp spank. I cried out and he sighed.

“No kicking daddy,” he scolded. “I was just trying to play.”

“Don’t wanna play, I want you to stay,” I muttered.

Frank grabbed his bag and I whimpered, following him out quickly. He walked to the front door where Pete was also waiting with a bag. He was hugging Patrick, who wasn’t in his usual maids outfit.

“Please come back safe,” Patrick said quietly to Pete.

“Y-you could get hurt?” I whimpered, my lip quivering.

Frank sighed, setting his bag down. I wrapped my arms around him and he held me tight.

“I won’t be gone long,” he said. “It’s just until tomorrow night. Remember, bedtime is at ten. I expect you in bed and asleep by then. Don’t eat too much sugar. I’ve already set up all your meals with Marco, the chef, so you don’t have to worry about that. Just don’t leave the yard and try not to miss me too much.”

I whimpered, holding him tighter as I buried my face into his chest. Frank pulled away and my eyes filled with tears.

“C’mon, goodbye kiss,” Frank said.

I shook my head, crossing my arms.

“What’s daddy’s number one rule?” He asked.

I sighed, leaning up to give him a kiss. The two walked out and I wiped my tears away.

“Gee, it’s okay,” Patrick reassured, rubbing my back. “They’re tough, they’ll be just fine. I was really upset the first time Pete left too but he always comes back to me safe and sound.”

“Th-they do this a lot?” I asked.

“Not a lot, exactly, only like once a month,” Patrick said. “At least it’s a short trip for your first time apart.”

“How long are they gone sometimes?” I asked.

“The longest they’ve gone is two weeks,” he said.

My lip quivered and he sighed, giving me a hug.

“But what am I supposed to do here all alone?” I asked.

“I usually work but you’ve got a lot of toys and stuff,” he said.

I nodded, going up to my room. I shut the door and smiled as Mitch sniffed my feet. She went back over, jumping onto her cat tower thing that Frank got her. It was pastel pink and looked like a castle.

I played with my dollhouse for a little bit but then got bored. I played a movie, pausing it halfway through as I got bored again.

“I miss daddy,” I mumbled.

Mitch came over, licking my face.

“I miss daddy,” I told her as I picked her up. “Do you miss him too?”

Mitch meowed and I smiled.

“Can I talk to cats?” I wondered. “Meow twice if you can understand me.”

Mitch stared at me and I frowned. I set her back down on the ground and she went off to go play with her toys. I sighed, looking around my bedroom. I went out to Frank's room and looked around. The walls were dark red and the blankets on the bed were black with white sheets. I looked at a picture of Frank on his dresser. It was when he was little with short, brown hair being carried by someone who I assumed was his grandpa.

I looked through his closet, looking at all the various suits I've seen him wear many times. There were some other clothes in here that weren't suits, too. I went out of his closet, smirking as I went to the chest. I opened it up and saw a pile of all the various s*x toys he had. The collection ranged from chains to dildos to costumes. I gulped, thinking of Frank using these on me.

I shut the trunk and laid down in boredom. My eyes glanced up and I noticed something underneath the bed. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was wooden and old. I went to open it but scowled when it wouldn't budge. I looked and saw that it was locked and I pouted. I searched around for the key but found nothing. Finally, I just shoved the box back under in its original spot.

I walked out of his room, walking around the house. I grabbed my paci and Casper, exploring the house. I've been here a lot but I've never really done any exploring because I was always with Frank. I went into his office, looking at the dull grey walls with a frown.

I grabbed some markers and papers, sitting at his desk. I drew all sorts of little things as I hummed. By the time I finished, they were all hung up around the room, stuck to the wall with tape. I smiled, walking out again to go find something else to do.

I found Patrick in the laundry room. He was folding the laundry on a table when I walked in. I sat on top of the washer and waved. He smiled and I hugged Casper.

“How long have you worked for Frank?” I asked, taking the paci out of my mouth so I could talk.

“A couple years now,” Patrick said. “I used to just be the nurse but the nurse was needed very often so Frank was gonna let me go. But then Pete and I met and we fell in love and Pete suggested to Frank to keep me as the maid so that way he gets a maid and the occasional nurse when it's needed.”

I nodded, looking down at Casper.

“Do you and Pete live here too?” I asked.

“We've got our own house,” Patrick said. “But Frank has guest rooms in case we ever need to sleep over for some reason.”

“Is what you and Pete have true love?” I asked.

“Well, i’d like to think so,” Patrick said.

“Do you think Frankie and I are true love?” I asked.

“I think it's a little early to tell,” Patrick said. “But what you two have is something special, Pete and I can tell. We can tell when Frank really likes someone because he likes to show them off. He's proud to be with you. He likes you.”

I smiled and blushed, crossing my legs.

“He likes to show me off?” I asked.

Patrick smiled and nodded. “Frank thinks you're beautiful and wants to show everyone that you're all his.”

I smiled, my tummy growling. I went up to the kitchen where Marco was. He looked at me and started cooking as I smiled. I sat at the counter, playing with my bunny stuffie as I waited. He set down a bowl of alphabet soup in front of me and I smiled. I picked up my pink spoon and ate but couldn't help but notice the empty space beside me.

I finished and left, going to my room. I went into my closet, looking at all the clothes that Patrick had bought me. I tried on some dresses, looking in the mirror. They ranged from cute little summer dresses to nice, formal gowns. There were so many skirts and sweaters and everything.

I looked in the drawers and saw all the socks and tights. Cotton panties ranging from plain colored ones to ones with little flowers on them. In the bottom drawer, I blushed when I saw pretty panties. They were lace and thin and small. I giggled when I imagined Patrick at the store buying these. I tried one of them on and looked in the mirror, smiling softly. They looked good on me. I giggled, putting my skirt and sweater back on.

I sat down on the little circle bench in the center of my closet. I wished Frankie was here. Maybe he could see my pretty panties. I bet he'd really like my pretty panties. I wish I could call him but I'm not allowed to. Besides, I don't have a phone. My dad took my phone before I ran away. Frank said he'd get me a new one, though.

I walked out of my closet, looking around my bedroom. I sat on my couch, tapping my knee gently. I sighed, looking around as I leaned back.

“What can I do?” I mumbled to myself.

I looked outside, looking over the big pool. It was starting to get a little cold but maybe I could go swimming. I dug through my dresser and found some swimsuits. I pulled out a one piece suit that had a cut out back and was white with cherry blossoms on them. I put it on and grabbed a towel, going outside. Luckily it was pretty nice out today.

Next to the pool, there was a chest. I opened it and smiled when I saw all sorts of pool toys. I grabbed a pair of arm floaties that were blue and had rubber duckies on them. I could swim, but I wasn't very good. Thankfully they were already blown up as I slipped them on.

I smiled, jumping into the water. I swam around for a little bit, making little games. I tried to see how long I could hold my breath but that wasn't very long. I floated on my back, staring up at the blue sky.

Eventually the pool got boring and I got out. I noticed some of the guards doing routine ground checks. I wrapped my towel around me and sighed. I dried off, going upstairs. I changed into a onesie and smiled, snuggling up in the warm fabric.

I went to Frank's room, laying on his floor as I stared at the box under his bed. I picked it up, shaking it lightly. There was something inside it. A couple things, actually. I scowled, looking at it as I furrowed my eyebrows.