AN: Well well well. Looks like Chapter 7 has finally landed onto Planet FanFiction for y'all to read 'n' shiz.

R&R would be greatly appreciated. :3

Chapter 7(Mikey POV)

Did he just…? Yes, yes he did. I hadn't seen him do that since, well, junior year. Not that I didn't know what the gesture represented; I came up with the code, for crying out loud; I was just stood there, shocked. Am I dreaming? Does he actually feel this way, right here, right now? I had to discreetly pinch myself so I knew for certain my mind wasn't fucking with me.

"Are you… Really…?" I stammered, my formerly inward shock now pouring out of me.
He dragged me forward by the collar of my Joy Division tee and looked at me with an animalistic lust in his eyes. "Yes. Really. You, Mikey, are going to get sex so fucking rough you will think twice before cock-teasing me" he growled, baring his teeth at me like a horny fucking wolf.

My mouth could only muster a tiny, pathetic whimper as I allowed my mind to trail off into a world where Frank is the master, and I am his little puppet. "T-take me, Frank" I breathed, my breathing shaky and ragged from the sheer anticipation of being dominated.
His first reply was to give me a hard, sharp slap across my trembling cheek, then he pulled my hair so my ear was forced towards his warm, full lips. "That's Master to you, bitch" he whispered darkly, smirking as my cheek reddened and warmed from the impact of his tattooed, yet delicate hand.

He practically threw me onto the sofa and he straddled me shortly after my back collided with the soft, cream leather, his shirt now somewhere on the cold wooden floor as I lied there, taken aback by his assertive, dominating persona. "Listen, Mikey. And listen well." He cocked an eyebrow, expecting me to confirm I was listening, so I responded with a small, sharp nod of my head. "You and I both know that you want me. Even a retard could figure out that you want to get in my pants. I read your letter, by the way."

I bit my lip, shy and embarrassed as I remembered the girly paper I wrote my confession on.

"Sending the guys to the shops? Come on. That was the clincher for me."

I turned my head further away from his gorgeous eyes, so embarrassed that I willed the sofa to eat me alive.

"But ever since you kissed me in band practice, oh man, you whirled around my head like a sexy little spirit, nagging in my brain. I lust for you, Mikey. I want you-" he took in a sharp breath, and then his exhale came out almost akin to a moan, "oh, god, I need you." He then swooped down and kissed me full on the lips, our lips moving against one another while he slid my top over my head, our groans and growls echoing a low, erotic symphony of lust and need. He dipped his head lower and began to suck and bite hard on my neck, brief little licks allowing my neck to recover whilst I quivered and squealed from his touch. He gave my neck one last lick and smiled evilly. "You are my bitch now" he said to me in a husky whisper, making me moan like a whore as he practically ripped off my jeans shortly after he tore off his own.

This was dirty, hot, kinky and rough and oh so fucking delicious. Frank was my master, I was his personal slut. Everything I ever wanted in junior year.

"On all fours, bitch" Frank said sharply, pulling me out of my own mind. I immediately obeyed him without a sliver of apprehension. I just needed him too badly to fuck about. "Good boy" he purred, smacking my ass hard, forcing me to emit a squeak. "Now, I want you to wear this here collar and chain just so you can be the perfect little slut" he whispered to himself, buckling up the collar around my long neck, gently pulsating from my racing heartbeat. "Oh, and some advice from Master…" he said, before leaning in so close I could hear every little waver of his breath, the frequent shaking and hoarseness mimicking my own breathing, "don't hold back any noises whatsoever" he said in a voice so fucking sexy I almost came on the spot.

He lined up behind me and began to tease the head up and down with a faint chuckle, making me squirm. "You want this?" he asked sweetly, continuing to tease me.
"Yes, YES!" I growled, my voice reaching a pitch that was unfamiliar to me.
I heard him take a few long breaths before laughing softly. He was enjoying this teasing far too much. "Beg" he said simply, pushing a tiny bit of himself into me.
"P-please, please, Master, oh god please, f-fuck me" I whimpered, now visibly trembling in anticipation.

Before I knew it, he slammed himself into me, dry and needing, and almost instantly I began to moan like a fucking whore.

He pulled on my hair while thrusting into me, making me whimper 'more', then he responded by smacking my ass – with hands and belt, the stinging sensation warm and inviting and amazing. He continued to thrust hard and deep and fast, his fingernails dug deep into my ass, all the while my moans becoming louder and louder, more and more desperate, slowly morphing into wanton screams and growls, my brain unable to conjure up commanding words.

He then tugged on the collar he put on me earlier and ghosted a hand across my throbbing shaft, making me gasp. "G-gonna fucking come" he growled, then he proceeded to claw my back and slap my face… Fuck… There's a kink that I never knew existed. Then I had, quite simply, the loudest fucking orgasm I could ever imagine a guy having.
"M-Master… G-gonna…" I stuttered, unable to form 'Master I'm going to come right now so now would be a good time to slam in my spot'.
And then, as if he was psychic…

"MAASTERR!" was all that could be heard for miles. I had literally emitted a scream so fucking loud that anyone within a two-mile radius would know I was Frank's bitch. It was so loud, so high-pitched, and my seed exploded out; Frank following afterwards with a lion-like roar of my name, clawing deep into my marked and ruined back; blood now slowly emerging like delicate ruby beads littered across the back of my torso.

We both rolled onto the floor, my body falling limp and curled up by his side, my hand residing on Frank's rapidly rising and falling stomach.
"I… Wow…" I panted, my back and chest slick with sweat and a little blood from the clawing.
"I know… So rough… Did I hurt you?" Frank asked, a soft smile seamlessly masking his concern.
"No, no… I was in too much pleasure to care, anyways" I replied, emitting a small laugh.

"Good… Good…" Frank replied, and then for a while we just lay there, reflecting on the recent events.

Knock knock.

"Who is it?" Frank called, clearly pissed by the interruption.
"F-Frank…?" a female voice called back.

Her voice was so familiar, yet unfamiliar. Welcome, yet unwelcome.

Oh no…

DUM DUM DUUUMMM!

God, I am such a bitch for cliffhangers.

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