Chapter 41
Jamie
Freddie is in the library, where the lights resemble those in the kitchen.
He is on all fours inside a crate with his ass turned up in our direction as he faces the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. A burgundy hoodie and what seems like running leggings covers his body. His delicate feet are bare. They looked soft and well looked after.
Freddie is silent and so still. So… obedient for a brat. Not what I expected him to be like at all, given the last time we spoke.
“He’ll come to us when he’s ready. Come and take a seat,” Simmons says as he pats the sofa he’s currently stretched out on.
He shifts up so we can both sit, but there doesn’t look like to be enough room for us once Arnie drops next to his best friend.
Oh.
That’s when I spot the cushion next to Arnie’s foot.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully to Simmons as I lower myself. I immediately sink into that fuzzy headspace that I love so much. So relaxing. So, forgiving.
I sit like that, my drink abandoned. Eyes shut as the two Doms talk, Arnie blissfully petting my hair, scraping his nails lightly against my scalp. The light crackling from the fire keeps me company.
I hum quietly before an elbow nudges me, I momentarily forget what we are supposed to be doing, and I blink my eyes open with a soft flicker.
Freddie’s soft face appears close and upfront, only half lit up from the fire.
“Your revenge on me is to sit there purring for your master?” Freddie challenges, teasing me with that pretty face.
I grab his jaw with my hand and draw him roughly to me before I can overthink it. I meet him eye to eye, running my tongue over my teeth.
“How about you behave? You’re an awful naughty sub, you know,” I chastise, my nerves about tonight forgotten.
Freddie shows his teeth to me in a wild grin that makes him look like a little psycho. He falls back on his heels, obeying me. He is wearing his signature smudged smoky eyes, his messy dark hair falling in front of his face.
A rush of heat swims through me as I watch him obey my command. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Thrusting myself forward, I grip his hair near his nape and launch onto his lips. Much like how this all started when he kissed me in Nyctra.
“How fun. You can be rough with him, Jamie, he likes that,” I hear Simmons boast as I continue to explore his sub’s wet, hot mouth.
But like all good things, Freddie has a way of ruining them.
“Ouch! You little shit,” I hiss, pushing the demon brat away after he bit my bottom lip. Hard.
“Don’t you like that?” he asks, batting his lashes as if he doesn’t know.
“No. Strip,” I command him as I run my thumb over my bottom lip to check that he didn’t draw blood.
“Noted,” he says as he obeys once again, stripping his outdoor clothes off. I gulp at the sight of him. How did I miss he was wearing latex?
Freddie moves back to kneeling in front of the fire, in direct sight of the three of us by the sofa. He is all pale, smooth…. gorgeous. Nude before us, except for a pair of elbow-length, shiny black latex gloves.
Oh, fuck.
The thought of how it would feel on my skin spurs me into action. I can feel Arnie’s heat as he reaches behind me to squeeze my shoulder in support.
You’re safe. I trust you.
“I’m sure this demon brat thinks he can manipulate me into giving him what he wants. You’ve clearly underestimated me,” I say, licking my lips as I muse over what I’ll do with him.
I turn slightly at a movement in my peripheral vision to see Simmons’ hand is now high on Arnie’s thigh, gripping him in anticipation. I look up to see him watching me with a careful look.
“Don’t worry, Jamie, I know he’s not mine,” he reassures me. My stiffness melts away at his response. I knew I could trust these men. They know what Arnie and I mean to each other. This is just playtime.
Turning back, I can see the desire in Freddie’s eyes as he watches me. It is clear he wants me, but unluckily for him, tonight he would only receive what I give him.
Squaring my shoulders, I turn to the Doms beside me.
“Cocks out. Your boy needs another use for his mouth tonight,” I order. A boldness whirls through my veins.
They immediately unzip their jeans in unison, and a thrill mixed with confidence surges through me. Knowing I could come just from this current setting, I struggle to tear my eyes from them to free my cock.
“Crawl to me.” My attention back on my revenge.
“Yes, Sir.”
My hands tremble slightly as Freddie shakes his tight ass as he makes his way over to me on the floor, still on my sub cushion.
“No. I didn’t say you could do that yet,” I scold. Yanking his hair hard, I pull back his head, stopping him before he tries to suck me down in one go.
"Dirty boy. So impatient," I mutter, my nose touching his as I scold him, “I bet your tight peach gets bruised all the time from being so wicked.”
His eyes flutter closed as he humps the air ever so slightly while we stare at each other. How can we already be this far gone and nothing has even happened yet?
“Now, can you be good and do as I say, Freddie?”
His intense gaze relaxes, his eyeliner smudged now more than before. He nods as his pink tongue dips out in anticipation of what lies ahead.
“Colour?”
“Green,” I hear as he shudders. Knowing he is getting off on this makes me want to choke him with my cock and see his tears. This side of me I didn’t know existed, pushing through whenever he is in my presence.
“Good. You’re going to start by getting me all nice and wet. On you go,” I instruct with authority as I let go of his hair.
He eagerly leans in, and I almost come from the first flick of his tongue on my tip. Despite his earlier bratty attitude, Freddie takes his time. Almost mapping me out for later dates.
He sucks me down like an experienced pro, quietly moaning as he let me fly higher and higher. I pull him off multiple times once I see him yet again humping at nothing.
He whines, almost scowling at me but I don’t let up. Our Doms sit watching with ragged breaths, slowly stroking themselves as I repeatedly take what I want from the demon sub that had been torturing my mind for months.
His cock is perfect boyfriend size, as some would call it. Flushed pink and bobbing between his hairless thighs. My ass tightens around nothing as I imagine him bottoming for me.
As I squeeze my legs together, Freddie lies heavy over them as he sucks me into his mouth. His balls drag against my knees and thighs as he grinds his hips.
It’s all-consuming, and I shiver at the hairless friction. The deep heat of his soft mouth is delectable.
“Okay, that’s enough,” pulling at his hair until he pops off. His cheeks are red, his breathing laboured, as he waits for me to tell him what will come next.
“Please,” he asks me so quietly that I almost don’t hear it.
I lean forward, taking in his swollen lips that are sloppy with saliva.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Please,” he begs me, looking up between his lashes.
“No, my demon brat. You don’t get to beg. You were naughty,” I chide.
He groans but keeps quiet when I ask Simmons for lube. He opens a tiny drawer behind him and passes it over to me.
“Try to be good now, Freddie. I want those shiny fingers to make me come while our Sirs watch us. No coming, but I will let you hump this,” I sayas I slide the cushion out from under me and over to him.
He moans again as I pour lube over his palms, and he settles the thick round cushion high between his thighs.
“That’s it, hump the cushion like a little puppy that can’t control himself,” I gasp as he clasps his shiny black hands around my girth.
The slide of the latex against my cock almost carries me over.
I’m panting, moaning loudly as I think of the men watching me, Freddie’s relentless hands touching my cock as he writhes on the cushion, needing release from what I’ve orchestrated.
Within a few strokes, I’m pouring my first orgasm that’s not for Arnie all over Freddie’s hands.
I watch Freddie free of his inhibitions as he licks at his coated fingers, his gaze on his Dom as he does so.
“Good boy,” I hear from behind as Arnie’s breath tickles my ear. I lean back against his leg, taking a moment to take in what just happened.
“No coming. Take Jamie to wash up, and then you both may watch a movie in the guest room, then straight to bed. No more messing around apart from kissing, okay?”
I glance over at Simmons as he gives us his instructions. Not surprised to find the look of love for his sub in his eyes as he gazes at him, his hand cupping Freddie’s face. Freddie mirroring Simmons’ look.