Chapter 38
Jamie
I should have been angry. I know I should have. He manipulated me so that he could punish me.
He told Simmons he wanted to find a reason for it too, which meant Freddie knew about their scheme when he called, the little demon. We would have words when I saw him Saturday night. Since Arnie, apparently, had arranged for us to see the duo.
To try new things, have less fear and more doing. While silence wasn’t a kink many people wrote or talked about, the few times I read about it online, it had me hard in my tight jock, leaking a sinful amount. Once, I’d even gone in search of Arnie to beg him to get me off.
I want to serve him, beg for his attention. Do whatever I have to if it gets him to touch me, kiss me, allow me to hear his deep, growling voice directed at me again. I want praise. I crave it from him so badly that my skin itches at the mere thought of losing it.
He was right about the sexual side of things tonight.
I could make him fuck my face or turn it on him and fuck his face instead.
I could push his chest down, ass up, and fuck him for the first time before licking him clean.
The list was endless, but without Arnie there sending praise or guidance my way, I wouldn’t enjoy it half as much.
Didn’t stop me being half-hard as I clean the mess in the kitchen while waiting for his reappearance.
Dinner is being plated when he comes back through. His hair wet from the shower; low hanging sweats eat up his thick legs and ass. He is bare-chested, the way he knows I like him. I’m almost drooling when he slaps a pad and pen in front of me.
“Oh, thanks,” I respond immediately.
Idiot! He’s not gonna say anything!
He goes to the dining table, pulling out a seat to get comfortable. It’s not the seat he usually sits in that I prepare for him, though. It irks me a little, but I get it; he’s telling me we aren’t we right now.
I move his water, cutlery, and napkin to where he now sits. He’s tapping his fingers on the wood, almost as if he wants me to hurry. Taking it as a response, I run off to serve the meal, returning with a filled plate that’s steaming with contents.
There is no thank you, obviously. I grab my cushion and sit by his feet as usual, but once seated, I realise he might not feed me the way he typically does. I sit for a minute before getting back up. He didn’t even look at me. It makes me want to whimper like a puppy. To paw at him until he looks.
Please pay attention to me. I’m a good boy.
As I go to march back to the oven, I hear a faint moan.
I turn to watch him as his eyes flicker open from enjoying the mouthful of hot food.
A thrill runs through me at the slightest praise.
God, I’m so needy for him. When did this happen?
When did I decide I couldn’t live without him?
When did my love for him border on obsession?
His attention was what made me flourish. Without it, I would wilt.
Plating my food, my gaze drifts to the pad of paper; I realise there is something written in red pen.
Laundry room.
Is that... for me? I take the pad, scooping a forkful of dinner into my mouth, and take off to see if he has left me something.
Right enough, there is a little box in the laundry room. It must be for the scene. I carefully open it and find a mini prostate massager inside with a little pack of lube.
Is this for Arnie’s plump ass or mine? I mean, I could ask him, but I want to get it right. I don’t want an eye roll or, worse, a huff to go along with being ignored.
Taking the sex toy back to the kitchen, I set it down and remove the key lime pie. I leave it for now, wondering when best to mention it. I carry my food to the dining table, feeling unsettled about choosing a seat.
I end up across from him, but he just eats, occasionally sipping his wine. No indication that he wants what’s in the box inside either of us.
What would he do if I stripped? Crawled under the table and nuzzled his cock? Would he pet me like a good boy? Push me away, seeing that I’ve been a bad one?
I watch him for another moment or so. Fuck it. I clear the plates, topping up his wine before loading the dishwasher and cutting into the pie. It smells divine, and I hate it.
Why did I select today of all days to bake for the man I love, when he is going to eat this in silence and ignore me?
I pout, feeling sorry for myself as I take the box to the bathroom and insert the massager.
Still unsure of who it is for, but deciding that if he was going to ignore me, I might still get to come after what feels like a night of edging by both Freddie and Arnie.
I carry both plates of pie to the dining table, each adorned with a dessert fork and napkin. I freeze.
Arnie is naked, wine in hand, still seated.
He is scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other is stroking his pierced, thick cock slowly.
My mouth goes dry as I watch him with wide, wanton eyes.
I want him to tell me to get on my knees so badly.
To claim me as his slut. That he can’t get enough of me.
I want to hear him moan as he spurts his release onto me or in me while using his rough, calloused hand to jerk himself off.
He looks from his phone to meet my eyes for the briefest of seconds, and I almost miss it. God, it’s been less than half an hour, and I’m ready to hump his leg and beg him to piss on me. To claim me in some way or another.
I’ll be good to you, Sir. Please. Please.
Returning to my seat, I watch him dig into his dessert. He doesn’t moan this time, and I find myself disappointed, my erection wilting for the first time since he got home. Even with the toy inside me.
The ache for his attention rippling through me again, I decide to strip.
Doing my best to be as seductive as I can.
Rolling my tight top up and off as I tense my stomach muscles that I know he loves to lick the ridges of.
Bending to loosen my jeans and drag them and the jock underneath off in one go.
I think briefly of climbing on the table and doing the splits while stroking myself, but I’ll reserve that for when I am truly desperate.
Sliding down to my cushion, pushing my ass out as I go, I look over to see Arnie and…nothing. Ramping things up, I slink under the table and kiss each knee. I kiss each foot, each toe. I kiss his thighs, I hum against his groin, rubbing my chest against the hair on his legs.
I need you.
Eventually, his legs spread from having them crossed, and I take it as a sign. I lurch forward, mouth open to suck him. But he steps away from the table with his drink and saunters off to the living room.
I scramble to crawl and go after him. Outside the living room I find a collar and lead; they are new, so I put them on. Will he admire the expensive leather on my skin? Is he not torturing himself here too?
He sits on the sofa, his legs spread. The low lighting makes him look menacing with his piercings and lashings of black ink on thick skin.
“Please…” I beg, finally breaking my silence as I park myself at his feet. Placing the lead on his hip, the cool chain touching his bare skin. But he ignores it.
“I put the toy in. I wasn’t sure who it was for. I wanted to…to please you,” I whimper, licking my lips and chewing on the bottom one.
Please. Punish me. Use me. Talk to me. Spank me!
I aim for his cock again. This time he allows it. I hum at the taste and instantly feel closer to him as I lick the arousal off him that’s beaded on his slit and dripping from his PA silver ring.
“Hey, yeah, I thought I would check in with you,” his godlike voice says.
I pop off his cock so fast, there’s saliva dripping out my mouth at the edges.
But he’s not speaking to me. He’s FaceTimeing someone!
He chuckles as I go back to suckling him.
“Yeah, he was shocked. Tell Freddie that Jamie is coming for him on Saturday. That boy is a demon. I don’t know how you do it,” he announces to Simmons, whose voice I can only just hear.
“I have him suckling my cock like a little puppy. He’s so desperate.”
They laugh, amused at my state and my humiliation. I give into it, though. I love it. I know it’s not real; they would never shame me for real.
I whine into his groin as I start to shake with need. Beyond hungry for his touch. With this toy in and kneeling at this angle, I might go crazy.
They chat for another few minutes before Arnie ends the call. Sucking in my cheeks, I go to town on him, licking, nibbling his piercings, sucking his taint. Basically, trying to prove that I’m a good boy now, I want to serve him. I deserve his voice and attention back.
Suddenly, my mouth floods and I moan as I move quick to catch and swallow all of his release. He didn’t make any noise. I didn’t know that was possible. Arnie is so vocal in bed, I never thought he could be this quiet before. A giggle escapes me as I lick him, even though he’s soft now.
The leash tightens and yanks me back. I sit back on my heels, my eyes blown with desire as I wait for my master to speak.
He stands, pulling me along. Then, out of nowhere, the toy starts to buzz. I moan like a dog in heat in the middle of the dark hallway. By the front door, where anyone could see in. Naked, leashed, with a toy in my ass. Oh, God.
“Don’t come yet, blondie. You deserve a treat for being so good,” my hot as fuck boyfriend shares with me.
I stare up at him, and he smiles fully at me.
Tears blur my vision as I realise just how gone I am for this man.
His voice coming back to me nearly made me come.
How is that even possible? Without time to dwell or question myself, Arnie opens his beautiful mouth again.
“Let’s go to bed, you were perfect,” he says, reaching down and pressing a kiss to my temple. I bathe in the praise. Like sunshine on skin after a long, cold winter. We make our way to our room in a comfortable silence before Arnie breaks it once more as we get into bed.
“That key lime pie was to die for. Now bend over, I’m hungry for something else.”