Chapter 37
Arnie
Caught. How delicious this was!
My boy appeared on camera, caught red-handed, cock out, by Simmons’s little troublemaker.
I have no idea just how Freddie debased my goody-boy Jamie, but he did, and just in time for me to come home.
I try to hide my grin, but I was the cat that got the cream. Slowly, I move toward where he stood in the kitchen, my sexy lover blushing all over.
I grab his phone, turning it just enough to see Freddie in a latex sock, pulling at his rosy nipples.
“I’ll take it from here, Freddie, thanks,” I say.
“No fair! Can’t I watch the punishment?” He pouts, still strumming his perky buds.
“No. See you both Saturday night, though. Best behaviour, or Jamie won’t have his cock out next time,” I tell the brat.
I close the call and turn to my confused-looking boyfriend.
“Uh, I can explain…” he starts.
“Tut, tut, blondie. Why were you playing with a sub instead of doing your chores?” I ask, eyebrow raised.
He glances around the kitchen, mouth open, suddenly aware of the mess decorating the counters from whatever he’d been cooking.
Chewing his cheek, his worried grey eyes meet mine. I know I can’t keep my little secret from him much longer.
“I guess I… kinda got distracted. Freddie is such a brat,” he pouts, arms folded as he waits on bated breath for my reaction.
“Well… it wasn’t all Freddie’s fault. Although I agree that the boy is one brat. Maybe the worst I’ve come across,” I grin. Jamie’s shoulders loosen slightly.
“It’s my fault. He asked to FaceTime me, and I stupidly said yes. I know I shouldn’t have shown him anything, but he was practically naked, wearing this latex thing and teasing me. I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have gone that far.”
I stride over and engulf him. He reeks of arousal and lime. My large, tattooed hand rests against his blank, milky skin. Gripping his chin, I kiss him before speaking.
“You did nothing wrong with Freddie. I have a confession for you, though, blondie. I hope you won’t be too mad at me, Simmons, or Freddie.”
“I don’t understand…” he trails off, but I silence him with another chaste kiss. This time I lick into his hot mouth, sucking on his spongy tongue. He melts a little, and I steady him with my hands on his hips.
“I had a meeting with Simmons today. Seemed I was in a… playful mood. I asked him to get Freddie to work his bratty magic and see if he could make you misbehave for me,” I confess, watching his expression.
“And… the silence kink. We haven’t played with it yet. I know it was on your updated kink list. After we spoke about our… monogamy or lack thereof, I thought maybe you’d like to try it. I’m sorry if taking the choice away from you felt wrong — I was feeling playful when I left this morning.”
Jamie’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, chest rising and falling slightly. The kitchen surrounds us; dishes and baking ingredients are sprinkled across the counters.
“Well… I guess I’m not mad. Not when you three were thinking of me and how you could contribute to my curious exploration with kinks. I am, however, a little peeved that Freddie got me so turned on with just a latex sock and some eyeliner.”
I chuckle softly, pressing my lips to his again, hand resting at the nape of his neck.
“Colour? Then rules,” I say, letting the anticipation hang between us.
He stares at me, black engulfing his grey eyes. I want to tell him about Saturday, his way of revenge on Freddie, but not right now.
“Green,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “Fuck, why is this so hot? I love your attention, your voice. Is something wrong with me?”
“Rules,” I repeat. “The scene will last from when I come back to the kitchen through dinner. Red means stop; yellow means slow down. You can ask me to write something down, but I may ignore the request. I’m okay with you using me any way you wish, but remember this is a punishment.
My sexual attention might not be what you want if my physical or mental attention isn’t on you.
I may leave things around for you to find.
It’s up to you to figure out what I want and when.
You can speak to me, but I won’t respond with speech. Any questions before we start?”
Jamie looks around the room, then back at me. Thoughts race behind his pretty eyes. Finally, he straightens, ready for whatever I’m about to throw at him.
I wait. Really wait. Not filling the space, not prompting. His breathing shifts, shallow at first, then slower, his body tuning to mine. The silence itself becomes a new player in the room. Every heartbeat seems louder than it should; every twitch noticeable.
He nods again, uncertainty flickering, not fear, just awareness. Silence wasn’t about not being heard. It was about not knowing. About reading my face, feeling my body, learning how loud his thoughts could get when I refused to answer.
I step close enough that he has to tilt his head back slightly to look at me. Not touching him. Not speaking. Just letting the silence stretch until his pulse jumped under his skin.
Finally, breaking the tension, he asks, “Do you like key lime pie?” Without bothering to stop myself, I burst out laughing, nodding as I throw a wave over my shoulder. I head for the shower, ready to take on the kink of silence with my submissive, sexy boyfriend.