Chapter 35
Jamie
I wake to the smell of coffee and the loud meow from one menacing cat called Johnny, clawing at the bedroom window.
Arnie didn’t know, but for the last two months I had lived here, I had been letting Johnnycakes come in and sleep with me in the early mornings that he was gone for work.
I didn’t get the chance to have pets growing up; something about allergies, then Jed not liking animals, were the excuses thrown out whenever I saw cats with little bell collars or dogs being walked in the park and whined for my own.
“C’mon then, chubby cheeks,” I say as I open the window to let him in. He immediately smacks my face, claws out, before purring and making biscuits on Arnie’s pillow for a snooze.
It’s early April, so it’s still a little cold out, but the smell of grass, rain, and Arnie’s flowers outside floats through the open window and permeates the room.
I take a large breath in and exhale, content with my life at this moment.
There had been no sign of Jed after the brick-throwing months ago.
I had no idea what his motive was in finding me or why he’d gone silent after that one sighting.
I’d received no more texts either, and part of me worried it was because he was plotting something bigger and was waiting me out until he could completely blindside me.
I lazily pet Johnny as he snores lightly. I think back to last week in the car with Arnie and our talk about monogamy.
My upbringing was based on so-called traditional values. Man meets woman, man marries woman, man gets kids and firstborn son is like dad. Okay, so I was making it sound more caveman, but it was basically the same!
Being into guys was fiction on TV for me. Being in a non-monogamous relationship was greedy or weird. If you stepped outside the realm of societal norms, then be it on your head, considering most people would not be supportive.
So, I plodded along in life, assuming I would be happy and content with the person of my dreams, which turned out to be Arnie. But then debauched thoughts of multiple hands, multiple cocks and extreme pleasure flooded my mind.
What was wrong with me? I couldn’t get the thought of Freddie on his hands and knees out of my dreams. His lace panties, since that’s what I imagined I would force him to wear for me, ripped open, his hole exposed as I got him ready to take me. Arnie and Simmons telling me how to dominate the brat.
I stiffen under the warm sheets, and I groan. Arnie had told me no masturbation today, and it was barely 9am, and I was suffering already.
Throwing back the covers, I put on my checked orange slippers and got a start on the day. Johnny, entirely ignoring my absence, snoring blissfully on as I leave the room.
After breakfast, a soothing warm shower, and telling Johnny that it was time to hitch a ride, I was ready for my chores for the day. I wanted to surprise Arnie with a dessert when he got home if I had time too.
With my usual timer set at the dining table, I make my way through my chores that Arnie prints and leaves out for me every morning. I’m sure some would find acts of service odd or peculiar, but it gives me meaning and joy.
It makes me feel closer to Arnie in a way that might not make sense to anyone else. He enjoys them too, and we both get off on it, so who cares?
Not that I have friends who might worry I’m being used as a sex slave or cleaner. Although put like that, I don’t mind. It makes me want Arnie to come home one day with a sexy little maid’s outfit for me.
I chuckle to myself as I polish the wooden stand by the front door. Taking extra care with every chore so that Arnie can see the effort I’ve made. To show him my love for him in this unusual way.
The timer goes off as I’m reaching for it. I smile happily, knowing that my efficiency has got better.
When lunch rolls around, I make a simple bagel with a filling that Frankie from work had suggested. BBQ jackfruit with pickles. Apparently, he’s obsessed with them, and to be fair, it was delicious. I clean up, turning off the background show I was watching, then head back to the kitchen.
Pulling butter, cream cheese, and limes from the fridge, I add them to the other ingredients that will contribute to making a key lime pie.
Before living with Arnie, I’d never had the chance to cook or bake. I spent all my time growing up dancing and eventually avoiding any room Jed might have been in.
Living on my own as a student didn’t afford me the luxury of cooked meals or money left over for baking. I only ever watched videos of recipes and added them to a folder in my phone, hoping the app still existed by the time I’d get the chance to make any of them.
Key lime pie is one of my all-time favourite desserts, and I wanted to share that with Arnie.
Crossing my fingers and toes, metaphorically, I pray I don’t fuck it up.
I was glad he was out of the house at work; I didn’t need any distractions, and Arnie was only ever a HUGE distraction when he was around.
I watch the video, listening to everything the white-haired, smiling woman is describing, and try my best to recreate her masterpiece. With a substantial amount of mess, huffing and tears almost once… okay twice, it is in the fridge to set.
Turning around, I sigh at the state of the kitchen. That was okay though, since I had some time before he was due home. As I’m turning off the video and placing my phone somewhere safe, away from the debris that lies strewn across the work surfaces, it chimes with a message.
Unknown: Thanks for the fuck ;). We should hang out sometime.
My jaw drops open. I haven’t fucked anyone. My heart hammers in my chest as I re-read the text. It must have been a wrong number. Ignoring it, I put it down again, but only a minute later it chimes once more.
Unknown: Jamie, does Arnie know you think about me naked?
Shit. It wasn’t a wrong number then. There could only be one brat in the world that would send texts like this to me.
Freddie.
Annoyed and a little flustered, I shoot back a text.
Jamie: How the hell did you get my number? Also, I didn’t fuck you. You are delusional.
Quickly adding him to my contacts, I’m worried that calling someone delusional was rude or a lot rude. But within seconds, Freddie has text back and those feelings disappear.
Demon Brat: Why thank you! I am fairly delusional, I guess. But then, anyone would be if they were constantly stuck thinking about your cock. I’d like a taste, please? One lick of Jamie’s cock to go!
Rolling my eyes, I would not entertain him.
Jamie: Stop it. You’re going nowhere near my cock
There.
Demon Brat: Awwww. I don’t like being told no :(. What if I let you lick my cock first?
FFS.
Jamie: Freddie, I have a boyfriend. You know, your Dom might not be too happy that you are sending lewd texts to his friends sub….
What was with this guy?
Demon Brat: Fiiiiiiiiiinnneeeee. God, it was a joke. Wanna hang out though? I know you don’t know many people in the community. And I enjoy staring at your pretty ass. Please hang out with me, please?
I had to laugh at that one. Freddie was weirdly charming. I wasn’t sure if he was all talk and this was his personality. Maybe I could reconsider hanging out with him as a friend. Even if I secretly did want to lick his cock.
Freddie wasn’t wrong; I didn’t know anyone in the community that I had met that I had felt comfortable enough with yet to get to know on a deeper level.
Something about Freddie pulls me in and makes me eager to know more.
He seems charming and confident, where I'm not.
I need a challenge and decided Freddie would be a colossal one.
Jamie: I’m cleaning up. Can’t hang right now. Another time? I’m free tomorrow?
Demon Brat: FaceTime me!
Jamie: Okay, but you better not be naked Freddie. I swear.
The phone buzzes with Freddie calling, and I sigh, resigned to the fact that he was probably on the other side of the call in his birthday suit.
“Hey... FREDDIE. For God’s sake, I’m hanging up,” I yell as he lies on a black velvet sofa, his bare chest on show.
“No, no, wait! I’m not naked. And stop being such a prude, I’ve watched you get fucked,” he says with a wink.
I lick my lips, remembering the primal event, and the night at the club when I confessed my feelings for Arnie.
“I’m not being a prude, it’s not right without our Doms permission is all,” I say with my eyes narrowed, hoping that will clear up my unease at seeing his hairless, toned chest and arms on screen.
“Hmm, well, what would happen if we had permission?” he retorts, biting his plump lower lip.
“What?”
“What would happen, Jamie? I think you’ve thought about it, us. I think you liked my lips on you as much as I liked them. And I liked it plenty. My cock — “
I cut him off, “No, nope, stop it.”
“What’s so wrong with having a little fun, Jamie? You seem uptight. Is Arnie fucking you enough? If he was fucking me, I know I’d be blissed out all day long,” he says in a dreamy voice.
“You… you’d want Arnie to fuck you?” I ask, despite my better judgement. A blush reaches my cheeks as I replace what I think might be jealousy with deep, heated lust.
Fuck. Could I watch Arnie fuck Freddie? No. The thought was hot, but I wanted Arnie to myself, his cock at least.
But then, didn’t that make me an asshole? To possibly want to fuck another sub or be fucked, but not allow my lover the same. I wasn’t sure, and knew the only way to find out was to ask Arnie, no matter how selfish it would make me seem.
“Hon, that man is Dom meat on a stick. Oh god, the wanks I’ve had…. Not to mention the ones over your hot, tight ass,” Freddie says, interrupting my thoughts.
“You wank over me?” I can’t hold the groan that falls out of my mouth as I rub the bulge in my trousers. Why was this spicy little demon so fucking hot?
Freddie smirks, moving on the video chat to a seated position. He angles the camera, balancing it on something before sitting back on his heels.
Fuck.
He was wearing, well; I wasn’t sure.
“What is that? Also, I thought I said don’t be naked?”
“Oh, this? It’s a latex cock sock. I love latex, you like?” he taunts, but he looks almost shy.
“Yes,” I answer honestly, my breathing laboured.
I’d never thought about latex, wearing it or my partner, and certainly not like that.
The cock sock was basically a ball of latex covering nothing but Freddie’s cock and balls.
It was tight around the base but baggy at the front.
It held him while he was soft. I had no idea what would happen if he were to get hard.
It would probably pop right off. I’m unsure whether to be aroused or to laugh.
“You can take yours out if you like, Jamie. I’d love to see it up close. I’m pretty sure Arnie and Simmons won’t mind. Simmons won’t, he loves the brat in me,” he chuckles as he slides a hand down his silky torso and squeezes himself.
I lick my lips. Am I considering this? Hell yes. Will Arnie be mad? I’m not sure. After we spoke, he told me subs messed around all the time. Maybe this was okay? He told me no masturbation today, but letting Freddie look at it wasn’t the same, was it?
I carry on watching the screen as Freddie caresses himself on his velvet sofa, wearing nothing but black eyeliner and a cock sock.
“Okay,” I breathe out. My heart was about to burst free from my chest at the thought of Freddie seeing and wanting me in this way. For it to be someone who wasn’t Arnie, looking at me in all my glory.
I pull down my trousers, my erection bobbing free, and angle the camera to show the little brat exactly what it is he was doing to me.
A click of a door and a slam startle me, and as I try to tuck my cock back in while also trying not to let my phone slip, I’m met with a set of bemused blue eyes.
Oops.