Chapter 39
Freddie
“Are you leading me to an underpass to buy drugs?” I guess Simmons drives us under a bridge and takes a left.
“No. Just wait and see. You’re such a brat,” Simmons moans at my overly bratty nature today.
I know he secretly loves it, though. Or maybe loves me? I’m still unsure and have made no moves yet with asking him to be my boyfriend. But we aren’t doing a scene today, at least he hasn’t said otherwise.
He texted a few nights ago asking to meet him outside my apartment building today and not to wear the cage. Having instead put on boy clothes for our trip, I’m wearing baggy jeans and a white crop top that says cum get me. I even wore briefs, who am I?
We’ve been on the road for about twenty minutes, and for about half of that, I’ve tried to guess where we are going.
Nothing I’ve suggested has been right, and so I just made them more ridiculous because I got bored.
Leaning over the console, I rub the back of Simmons’ hand, and he looks down, then over to me with curious eyes. I pout best I can.
“Sir, pleaaaaaase tell me where you are taking me? Have you had enough? Are we going to the docks for you to ship me back to Scotland?” Rolling his eyes, he signals into a little cobbled street, then parks. Turning to face me, he looks unsure of himself.
“Freddie, there are no docks here, so I can’t ship you anywhere. Look, I don’t know if this is actually a mistake, so we can just leave it and go for some lunch instead if you want.” I snatch his wrist and pull it to me as he looks back over at me.
“Simmons, no. Just tell me what it is and I can make up my own mind, okay? Despite the bratty nature, I can be a man and decide myself.” I widen my eyes with what my Ma would call the look.
Relenting with a sigh, he gets out of his car and rounds it to open mine.
Oh, a gentleman too. I swoon as he takes my hand and keeps it in his paw as we cross to the other side of the street.
“You recently said that you didn’t need as much pain anymore. I wondered whether a one-off would still be okay?” he asks as we walk side by side. It’s dry but overcast. People mill about, but it’s not too busy as it’s just before lunchtime on a Sunday.
“I… yes. But you don’t dish pain, and I didn’t prep. Kind of thought this wasn’t a scene kind of day out… “ I trial off because I basically just admitted that I hoped this was more than a D/s scene day and I still don’t know if he wants dates and shit with me as a man and not just as a sub.
“Well, the thing is… it’s not a scene. And not me giving the pain. I booked you to have your cock pierced… “ he confesses and my brain goes offline.
“Freddie? Fuck, I knew it was a dumb idea,” he mutters as I pick my brain cells off the floor and shove them back in.
“No… no. Wait, fuck, I need a second. I think I might cum,” I rasp as I clutch his hand harder. Simmons’ eyes widen at my admission like it’s the last thing he was thinking I would say.
“My friend opens for appointments only on Sundays. I helped his boyfriend with his uni application and we got talking. Are you sure you want to do this?” he tells me, and I want to shout yes, but say it with only a little excitement, and I drag him in the direction we had been heading in.
“Okay. Want me to come watch you get it done?” he asks as he licks his lips, his pupils blown wide. My honey bear is hungry.
“Yes. I might need you to help restrain me, Sir,” I whisper as we pass an old couple with bag trolleys of groceries.
“I can do that, sweetheart.” Be still, my heart.
We stop outside a blacked-out tattoo shop with gold writing on the front. The door opens a little, and a guy with his arms and both legs completely blacked out with ink greets us. Jerry is the resident piercer and a vanilla little thing despite his job.
“So, your bed is through there. Just get undressed from the waist down and I’ll set up,” he says quietly with a smile.
Holding hands still, we make our way to the back and pull a curtain around us.
Buzzing with excitement, I tell my brain to cooperate and not to drop to my knees to suck Simmons off right here, right now.
“Excited?”
“Simmons, fuck. Thanks for bringing me here. I cannot wait. Kiss me before he comes in,” he rasp and he’s already lowering his mouth to mine.
Jerry comes in and shows me some pictures of different piercings. Being a ho with a part-time pain kink, I ask him to do my ampallang.
Simmons has seated himself sideways behind me is stroking my arm. Feeling his hot breath, he nibbles my earlobe as Jerry preps my cock. My heart is racing like mad.
Is this Simmons’ way of claiming me? If so, it’s A-okay with me but I will need some clarity because although I probably would have pierced my cock at some point in my life, this is quite a big thing to commit to with someone who is supposed to be nothing but a contracted Dom.
Jerry makes the experience as professional as he can, and before we know it, we are walking back to the car as I swing a little goodie bag of antiseptic wipes, saline spray, and instructions on aftercare.
Since it’s a bigger piercing, it can take months to heal, but I’m confident that with my fetish for my cock to stay soft, I’ll still be able to engage in play with Simmons within the next two to four weeks.
“Thanks for taking me here. Our first date,” I wink as we jump into the car. Simmons rolls his eyes but pulls me into a half hug with a kiss on my head. I sigh, wishing the day wasn’t ending.
“I have a ton of leftover food at my place if you want to head there and watch more of that weird show? Don’t want you alone and all sore when it’s technically my fault. Aftercare and all that,” he smiles at me with a shy look.
I scratch his beard under his chin like a dog and agree. Humming at the contact, I continue doing it for another moment, then take my hand away as he starts up the car.
Looking out the window on the trip back, I consider if now might be the best time to talk to him about us, but a sharp pain in my crotch has me yelping out instead. Simmons grabs my hand and pulls it into his lap.
“It’s okay. I’ll have you back as soon as I can, okay. I’ll grab you some ice and you can just chill, okay?” He squeezes my hand, and I give him a pained smile as I squeeze back.
Okay, today can wait. For now, I can just let myself indulge in my big bear’s aftercare.