Chapter 27
Simmons
Why did I tell him I would describe myself as a Dom? I could smack myself.
Freddie is sin personified. I can’t believe that was the outfit he was going to wear that night at the hotel.
I’m so hard under the table that it hurts.
The head of my cock is pulsing as it rubs against my leather trousers.
The skirt he’s wearing is basically tiny latex briefs with a frilly edging that doesn’t even cover his ass.
Paired with the padlock necklace and smudged red eyeliner and matching lips, I want to fuck him until he claws at me begging to come.
I know I hurt him; I saw it on his face despite the mask he had on in front of Arnie.
He’s angry, and rightly so. I’d ghosted him months ago.
Zero contact or explanation for why I did it.
He said he forgave me, but I don’t understand how okay he seems to be with what I did to him.
Maybe it really didn’t mean that much then.
Maybe Arnie was wrong, and I was just a plaything for him after all.
“You look stunning, by the way,” I tell him because I can’t say it. He smirks and flips his hair as if to tell me he already knows; that gets a genuine smile out of me, and I roll my eyes.
“Don’t let my beauty detract from you telling me about yourself; I’m still waiting,” he responds.
“Yeah,” I sigh.
“Well, I don’t dish out pain. That’s Arnie’s specialty. I’m… crueller than that,” I say with my best evil smirk. His eyes widen then he seems to shiver as his eyes dip closed briefly. His chest heaves, and I see the lust in his gaze once it’s returned to mine.
“You like that I’m cruel?” He doesn’t speak just licks his lips and waits for me to continue.
“Edging, caging, withholding sex in any form, humiliation — that’s my wheelhouse, Freddie.” I give him a second to take what I’m saying in, then I lean over the table separating us and get as close as I can with my palms spread out wide in front of me.
“I’d cage your tiny cock then plug your tight ass.
I’d strap you up in a straitjacket and leave you in a cage while my cock comes for hourly visits to the fuckhole that you call a mouth.
That kind of cruel, Freddie,” I say in a hushed voice just for him.
It’s raspy, and he can no doubt smell the arousal coming from my skin; it’s that obvious.
Just talking about what I would do has me almost coming.
I don’t have to wonder for long what Freddie’s thoughts on it all are.
He reaches beside him and unzips the shoulder bag he’s wearing.
Pulling something small out, he reaches across the table and offers whatever it is to me.
I open my palm and he dumps it for me to see. It’s a small pink key.
“I’m already caged, big bear. I don’t touch my cock even to come. You think you’re scaring me off? I’m afraid you’ve done the opposite,” he huffs a laugh at his admission. Well, holy fuck. How is he even more perfect than he was before?
“I came here hoping to proposition you if you’d let me. Maybe we could… agree to a contract,” he bites his lip, but it’s not nerves; I think it’s him holding back from saying more.
Fuck. What am I supposed to say to that?
He’s everything I want but can’t have the whole of.
Maybe a contract with only club nights would be okay if it’s the only way I can have him.
He says this is his home, but with a massive family and it’s a family who love him, he’s bound to go home sooner than later.
I’m not sure I even want to offer him what he’s asking for.
I’m not sure I can do it without becoming attached. It could destroy the last part of me that’s clutching at the dream of having my own sub that’s perfect for me. No more lonely nights in my empty home. But a boy who will make life more than it is now.
“Sleep on it, Simmons, and let me know. Keep the key for now,” he tells me when he sees my hesitation.
“No, take the key. You might have an emergency and need it.” He smiles at me and rolls his eyes.
“I have an emergency spare, airhead. I’m trying to give it to you so that even if you want nothing to happen with us, I’ll at least see you one last time when you hand me back the key.
I have a feeling that if you say no, I’m gonna have less time locked up if you catch my drift,” he teases, but his honestly floors me yet again.
He’s so unashamed in asking for what he wants.
There're no games with Freddie, at least not any games that could be harmful.
“I’ll sleep on it. It’s not a no, but Freddie, it’s not a yes either,” I tell him, giving him some of that honesty back. He nods, chewing the inside of his cheek.
“Okay, honey bear. Text me. I’m gonna wander this filthy zoo and then I’m heading home.” He slides out of the booth, but I catch his arm before he takes off.
“No coming when you get home, no matter what you see upstairs that has that little cock of yours dripping,” I growl in his ear. I let him go to see him flushed but nodding. I sit back and watch him as he sways his sexy ass through the crowd and up the stairs.