Chapter 29
Freddie
“Why do we need to do a boring contract, anyway?”
“Because we do.”
I roll my eyes. I hate when people answer with that. Why don’t I deserve an actual answer?
As much as I am attracted to Simmons in more than a sexual context, I’ve come to accept that we will never be anymore than scene partners.
So, why is he still tiptoeing around me?
I asked for his address so we could do this contract face to face, and he all but told me to fuck off.
I asked his age, so I knew whether to call him daddy, and he rolled his eyes at me!
“Fucking my arse? Yes. Fucking my mouth? Yes. I love pain. I love humiliation. I love pretty much anything. So why can’t we just go with the flow?” I whinge at him as I list my preferences off with my fingers.
“Freddie. It’s not that simple. If we want to do this, it has to be a contract so the lines don’t blur.
” I can tell I’m starting to push too much, so I back off in case he decides to quit this whole thing with me.
I huff but square my shoulders and try to give him the grown-up version of Freddie that he needs right now.
“Fine. But honey bear, I just want to know how soon we can get this over with so we can scene together,” I pout, hoping it’ll work enough to get this show on the road.
My cock has been pushing against my cage the entire time we’ve been on this FaceTime call. My body responds even when he sighs at my bratty attitude this morning. Unable to get enough, I am almost at the point of begging him to take me to the club now and rim me.
However, it’s a Tuesday morning, and he’s at work. In his sexy suit that must be custom because of his size. His cute little cufflinks of barbed wire. His fuzzy stubble, which has small specks of white and grey that glimmer as the sunshine from his window streams in.
“Why don’t I just come by your office? Not like you’ve never had a sub there before,” I say before I can catch myself. Oops. Simmons looks speechless as he furrows his brows at me.
“How did you know that? In fact, I don’t want to know; it was probably Arnie anyway,” he mutters, but the embarrassment of me knowing a little of his past is shown in the pink hue that’s appeared on his cheeks.
“Friday. Meet me in the club then,” Simmons says, and it makes my poor soft cock pulse once more.
“See? That wasn’t so hard. Send me the details,” I jeer.
“Details?”
“Well yeah. What to wear, what you expect from me. I might be a brat, but I am a sub first, Sir.”
He gasps at that, and I finally see a little crack in his Dom demeanour.
The one I saw back in the hospital. Yeah, he wants me.
I want him to know that he doesn’t need to wear that Dom mask around me.
I’ve seen the real him, the one that’s not in the club.
I knew him before I knew his kinks. So, why has he shut me out?
I’m still here. I still want him; can’t he understand that?
“Don’t overthink it, Freddie. 9pm, Friday.”
“Okay, see ya then. All this is making me want to have a wank, so I need to go,” I innocently admit while avoiding eye contact and biting my lip.
I’ve worn a pair of tight black leggings, a red boob tube and a long spider-webbed black shawl.
What I really wanted to wear is nothing but my cage.
I want Simmons on my good side though, so opted for one of my favourite outfits instead.
“Oh, no, you don’t. That tiny cock can wait until I’m in the same room as it.
No coming, I’m serious Freddie. You ever want me to find out what you taste like, then obey me,” he growls through the screen.
He’s closer than he was a minute ago, and I want to reach through the screen and pull him on top of me.
Gulping as an electrifying throb hits my cock, I nod.
What I’d give to be bent over that desk in his office.
Skirt pulled up, panties to one side, being railed by him as he grunts and growls those humiliating words that get me off so well.
Touching the ache between my thighs intensifies, and so instead of being courteous, I just end the call.
Good fuck. I want that man more than a hot meal on a snowy day.
I want him to be the first to wreck my hole.
To touch my caged cock. Maybe if I told him he was the first to touch me there, it would make him more eager to give me more.
Checking my phone, I clock the date. 36 days since I last touched my cock, that wasn’t to wash it.
I love the feeling of waiting. It gets me more aroused than daily fucking of my hand, and I just hope that Simmons doesn’t judge me for it.
He doesn’t seem the type, but I trust him and believe he’ll accept this part of me when I tell him Friday night.
Later, I head out to meet up with Kody at his bakery.
There’s a small nook in the back for staff only.
We sip iced mochas and gossip about kink trends we’ve seen online.
Kody is adorable. One minute he was shy, asking me about fisting dildos, and then he’s taking calls from suppliers and giving orders like a little dictator. See? Adorable.
As I’m leaving, I spot a familiar face ordering at the counter. A yummy Dom that looks just as edible in daylight. If Arnie is here, does that mean… I swing my gaze across the cafe and there he is.
Simmons is sitting in his work suit, looking finer than aged whisky. Dapper, as my Ma would say. He’s scrolling his phone, completely unaware that his new sub is watching him in a vanilla setting. An idea comes to me and I try to school my naughty boy features before approaching his table.
As I reach the table next to his, I slip on someone’s jacket, whose length of which has spooled onto the floor.
I make a noise that seems to have Simmons’ head snap up just in time before I fall into his arms. Strong hands grip my biceps; heat permeates through his suit, and I nearly forget why I faked tripping.
Letting him push me back up onto my feet, I step back and pretend to wipe dust off my arms and legs.
“Oh, hi! Did you see that? Someone left their coat there and I must have slipped on it. So, odd. Anyway, fancy meeting you here. Local of yours?” Simmons just looks me over wide-eyed then casts a look behind me to where he must be having a quick telepathic chat with Arnie, who’s noticed me now.
“Well, got to run. Nice seeing you. It was tomorrow at 9pm? For our scene?” I loudly whisper. Simmons rolls his eyes, but I can see the ghost of a smile he is trying to keep at bay.
“Yes. Tomorrow at 9pm. You didn’t -“
“Follow you here? God no! I know the owner, Kody. Come here all the time.”
He looks relieved but still uncomfortable. Sheesh, am I really such poor company to be in?
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” I fake smile as I take off, saluting Arnie as I pass him. He chuckles and gives me an up nod.
Rounding the corner, I huff a laugh and do a little shimmy as I pull out the treasure I was after. Simmons wallet. I scan his ID. Interesting, very interesting. Oh, and he has a birthday coming up in a couple of months, even better. I hit the jackpot when I see his address.
I knew Simmons liked a brat. But it was time to test just how much. I guess I would find out on Friday.