Yes, Mr. Iero.

I tripped over a tree root in a forested area near the parking lot. I broke down into tears and clutched myself, I was a miserable fuck up.

"GERARD?!" Frank screamed as he tried to find me, I heard footsteps.

A pair of tattooed hands grabbed me and pulled me into the owners body.

"Don't look at me!" I tried to push him away.

"Gerard." His suddenly harsh tone made me stop my movements abruptly, "why did you run away?" He was starting to sound like one of my masters.

"I'm sorry! I can never be normal again! I called you master! I will always have that need to be dominated, and I will always have the need to wear a collar DPG, and I will ALWAYS have the need to be completely owned by someone else!" I cried even harder. "You can take a person out of whoring, but you cant take the whore out of the person." I murmured.

He let out a dark and devious chuckle, "I can give you that. All of it. You my love, have not seen me in bed yet." His eyes glimmered with a hidden passion.

"Come on, pet, lets go to dinner." I shivered at the name.

I quickly stood up and collected myself, awaiting my next order. He grabbed my hand and led us to a table, ordering me a pop and himself a wine.

"What was it like Gerard, in the house I mean."

"Well, for the first couple months Bert kept me on a collar and chain, he was strictly my master. As I was there longer he let Jeph and Quinn be my masters. You know them right?" I asked,

"Yeah, there cool guys."

"They're sadistic fucks, they were really into bloodplay, but Bert only let them cut the skin on my back. He always said, 'it will be hard enough to get someone to pay for him, but we cant have him looking all ugly with scars and things.' Bert was nice and he let me hang out with the other girl, and guys. He took me home and let me live with him, telling me it was my reward for 'being a good whore' and making him money. He had a really weird fetish for making me wear animal outfits, my favorite, was my little pink lace collar, cat ears, and fluffy black cat-tail butt plug. At first he only let me work in the office so Mikey wouldnt be suspicious, be he keeps me in close proximity. Mikey only found out about my real job last year, he was so pissed at me, it was terrible. But it was all for him." I stared at the bubbles in my pop float form the bottom, up.

Frank was analyzing me, "what are you looking for in a relationship?"

"Well, I suppose, I would want a guy whom is sweet but, when the time is right will dominate my entire being, from telling me to move to ordering me to eat." He visably shivered.

The waitress came back, "what would you like handsome?" She winked at me.

Frank felt a rush of posessiveness run through him, "we will both have a salad."

She frowned at the fact she didnt get to hear Gerard speak.

"Maybe I'll be able to give you something for dessert, hm?" She purred,

"Leave. Now." She hopped off the table shooting Frank a dirty look, I gulped.

Frank leaned across the table, growled, and pulled my lips to his, making sure she saw. He bit, sucked, and licked my mouth before letting go. Now I was hard and there was nothing I could do about it.

Great.

Notes

Hey guys, next chapter is bout to get hella steamy!!! (≧∇≦)/ so excite.

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens.