Return To Me, My Love

FRANK'S POV

"I'm sorry sir" Gerard practically purrs out and I feel my dick twitch, my whole body growing hotter as a low involuntary growl escapes my throat. I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself as my dick throbs again, feeling ready to burst already before I drop the flogger and grab Gerard's hips, forcing him over onto his knees, his arms twisted up at an awkward angle where I tied them but I know he can take it despite the small whine of discomfort that escapes him. Once I have him where I want him I pick up the flogger again and trail the strands across his skin, making his whole body tense and flinch again and I smirk to myself as I remove them from his skin, bringing my arm back before swinging forward and the crisp slap that rings out in the room sends shivers down my spine, Gerard's body bucking forward slightly away from the strike before he corrects his position and that makes me even hotter, knowing he wants this too. I slap him again and again, speeding up the strikes until he whines softly and says "Yellow sir" letting me know I've gone too far, so lost in the way his skin has turned a vivid shade of red and the sound of the leather hitting his skin. I drop the flogger on the mattress beside my leg as I lean forward and gently press my lips to his abused flesh, just skimming my lips over the swollen and heated flesh before pulling back and whispering "I'm sorry." Gerard hums in acknowledgement before falling silent again and I guide him back over onto his back, grabbing the softest pillow and placing it under his lower back to try and help the pain, loving the act of punishing him but not wanting him to be in actual pain and discomfort. Once Gerard is settled back on his back I let my eyes roam up his perfect naked body to his face where I see tear tracks on his cheeks and I can't help the sensation that sends through my body, knowing that I caused that making me feel excited. I let my eyes roam back down his body while I grip his thighs and force his legs even further apart until his hole is exposed to me, my gaze focusing on it for a few long seconds before I reach out and grab the lube, popping the cap and pouring some into my hand before dropping it again and stroking myself, slicking up my whole length before leaning in and pressing the head to his entrance. "You ready? Think you can take it?" Gerard bites down on his bottom lip as he nods quickly and I smirk down at him as I say "Good" before forcing my way inside him, sliding the whole way in in one smooth thrust. I feel Gerard tense underneath me as his breath hitches and his eyes snap shut before he forces them open again and when I'm fully buried inside him I stop and allow him a few seconds to adjust, worried I might have pushed him too far but he never uses the safeword and after a few more seconds his body relaxes under mine again. I take a deep breath before starting to work up a rhythm, my thrusts hard and fast, chasing my own pleasure as I lean forward over Gerard's body, our faces just an inch apart as I pant out "You're mine and you stay here with me" before leaning back a bit and sliding my hands around his throat, applying slight pressure and I see his dick starting to leak precum. I continue to thrust, Gerard attempting to nod in acknowledgement of what I just said and my hands tighten a little around his throat, knowing he loves the restriction on his breathing but after a few seconds his back arches off the mattress, his hands tugging against the tie restraining them and as I glance back to his face, ready to take my hands away from his throat his eyes roll back into his head and he stops moving, his body going limp and slumping back into the mattress. "Gerard" I yell as I remove my hands from him immediately, pulling out of him and crawling up beside his body. "Baby" I try again when I get no response, reaching over to gently slap his cheek but he remains unresponsive, his body unmoving and I start to panic, quickly undoing the tie binding his hands and moving his arms back by his sides before reaching in and feeling for a pulse, panicking when I can't find one before moving my hand and I sigh in relief when I feel his blood pumping beneath my fingertips. "Baby, come on, wake up" I plead as I try slapping his cheek again but I continue to get no response. I let out a small choked off sob, feeling my eyes welling with tears as I climb off the bed and grab the room phone, dialling the front desk and telling them I need an ambulance, giving them the room number before crossing back to the bed and grabbing Gerard's pants, redressing him but leaving him shirtless before redressing myself and just as I pull my shirt back on, tears streaming down my cheeks a knock at the door sounds and I run over to answer it, letting the two paramedics into the room and leading them to Gerard who is still unconscious.

Twenty minutes later after a lot of embarrassing explanations and crying Gerard has finally woken up again, the paramedics feeling it unnecessary to take him to the hospital but cautioning us about being safe before leaving again, assuring us Gerard will be just fine. Once they're gone I close the door behind them before rushing back over to the bed, climbing on and pulling Gerard into my lap. "Baby, I'm so sorry" I sob out, starting to cry again and Gerard shakes his head. "Baby it's alright, I promise." "I thought I killed you" I sob out, leaning in and burying my face in his neck. "I'm ok Frankie, I'm here" he tells me as he wraps his arms around me and gently strokes my back until I calm down. Just as my tears finally stop Gerard's phone starts ringing on the table beside the bed and he crawls out of my lap and over towards it, reaching out and answering it. "Oh right, yeah just give us a few minutes" he says before hanging up again and he turns back to me, smiling sheepishly as he says "So we're late for coffee." "Babe are you sure you're feeling up for that?" I ask, frowning in concern and Gerard climbs off the bed and stands up, swaying slightly before correcting himself and turning back to say "Yeah, come on Frankie" offering me his hand and I reluctantly stand up, taking his hand and helping him fully redress before we leave the room, my arm securely around his waist as we make our way to the elevator, wanting to be sure he's ok.

Notes

I honestly don't know if this chapter is any good, I just wrote this while crying and listening to my music so loud my skull hurts so if it's no good tell me and I'll try to rewrite it later on. Sorry if it sucks, I tried.