Chapter 33
Jamie
Warmth, laughter, and music fill the house. Guests smile as we enter, some saying hi and others sending salacious winks our way. Blushing a little, knowing that what we did got them off. A thrill runs through me at the power that allows me over them.
“Sure, you’re not a secret Dom?” a deep voice from behind me asks. Turning around with Arnie still on my arm, I laugh when I see it’s Euan.
“Ha, definitely not,” I say nervously, somehow my eyes are more interested in the herringbone floor the kitchen has fitted.
“I see the look in your boys’ eyes, Arnie. He is at least a switch,” he says to my boyfriend with a wink while sipping his wine.
I mean, he wouldn’t be wrong there. I have dominated A now a few times and enjoyed it, but I prefer being his sub. Maybe if I were dominating someone else…. wait, what?
I shake my head to rid the thoughts. It’s fine when Arnie and I are in the moment and it’s all dirty talk, but to think about doing something with another…. well actually, that is kinda hot.
My mind immediately goes to Freddie. The little brat would make the sexiest faces if I did to him what I do to cause pain to Arnie; I was sure of it. But Arnie might not be interested in sharing. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me?
I have a gorgeous boyfriend, great friends, and a steady job I enjoy. Why am I sabotaging it all by thinking dirty thoughts about my ex-professor's sub?
I look up to find Euan and Arnie in deep conversation about a new tattoo Euan’s doing for someone who’s apparently an enormous star. I look around the kitchen, finding a drink for us both and handing one to Arnie before sauntering off and leaving them to it.
As I’m circling back to the kitchen after giving myself a brief tour of the downstairs, I’m yanked into a closet under the stairs. A firm, warm grip around my wrist.
“Ouch! What the —”
“Hey! It’s me. Freddie. Sorry for yanking you in here, but I was bored and thought you might want to play a game?”
In the limited closet, Freddie is picking at a callous on his hand as he waits for me to answer him. I have barely spoken to the guy before, but he acts as if we are close friends. Maybe seeing his white ass reddened by my boyfriend bonded us in a way I was unaware of.
“I, uh, should probably— ” I throw my thumb over my shoulder to point towards leaving and going back to Arnie.
“Oh, of course. I forgot you’re a perfect little sub for Arnie. No mischief for you, no sir,” Freddie comments in a mocking tone and matching soldier's flare.
“Well, wait a minute. You don’t even know me!” I whisper shout at him, more aware than ever that we are only inches away from being pressed up against one another. My skin prickles and heat pours over my cheeks as I hold my breath, chewing on my bottom lip nervously.
Freddie only bats his lashes at me with that cheeky look on his perfect complexion. He is shorter than I am, but not by much. Where I’m more muscular and Y-shaped from my dancing, Freddie is lean and muscular from running or swimming, maybe?
“FREDDIE! I swear if you’ve started stealing, your ass is gonna be purple before we leave here,” a voice in the hall cuts through the tension heavy closet.
Simmons flings open the door, his eyes wide and menacing as his gaze ping pongs between us.
“Thanks for the quick fuck, Jamie,” Freddie belts, blowing a kiss in my direction then rubbing himself against me as he over-exaggerates his exit out of the closet.
Jaw on the floor, I can only stare after him as he sways his hips and takes off down the hallway.
“I didn’t, Simmons, I promise…” I start to deny. I could barely even look at the man from embarrassment. A warm hand finds my shoulder, and I look up at him.
“It’s fine Jamie, Freddie is a lying little shit,” he chuckles, turning to follow his sub. He looks back and stops to watch me for a second.
“Plus, if you’d fucked him…. Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t have looked so put together when I found you both.” He smiles with a gleam in his eyes as they rake over my body. Then he’s gone too, off in the direction Freddie had gone.
What did he mean by that? Did I want my old professor to think of me like that?
I guess it was too late now since he had watched Arnie fuck me twice and watched me jerk off to his sub getting punished in a sex club.
Still, it felt…not wrong, but a little out of place for Simmons to be almost okay with the fact that Freddie might have come to me for sex.
Almost as if he knew Freddie would do something like that. I turn to find my way back to the kitchen. I was a little annoyed that I didn’t get to speak with Freddie seriously, since he was my shot at having a real kinky friend to discuss things with. He seemed completely unhinged.
“There you are, come meet some of the other subs,” Arnie insists as I make my way over to him at the kitchen island. His hand lands on my lower back, and he guides me over to a small gathering at the breakfast nook where several men are sitting chatting by the window.
Introductions made, all of them seemingly similar to me. Obedient. As they speak, asking questions about my time in kink and how long I’d served Arnie, I can’t help but glance around the open-plan space. Looking for the one so-called sub that has made me feel anything but obedient.