Chapter 30
Simmons
Looking around the dance floor, I see Freddie sipping from a straw, talking to another sub. Kody. That was who Freddie told me he was. He owned my favourite French cafe in the city.
Our eyes lock, and Freddie is hugging his friend and bouncing my way in the blink of an eye.
My cock’s been sore for days in anticipation.
He has so much brat in him I almost turn to the idea of spanking him.
However, that’s a conversation that we need to have first, since I’m not into doling out pain to my subs.
Not physically, anyway. But I’m unsure if sharing is a hard limit.
He didn’t list it, but I still need to make sure before I ask Arnie to join us.
My plan tonight involves just the two of us in the room set up for privacy.
The thought of showing him off is tempting, but I want him to myself, even just this once.
Yes, I said no to feelings and only making this a physical relationship but he’s had my dick hard for close to two years and I’ll be damned if I have to share his reaction to taking my cock for the first time with anyone else.
In a teal latex full-body suit with a very noticeable zip that goes groin to ass, Freddie slithers up beside me, grin so wide that it’s gotta hurt.
His gorgeous hair is straight aside from where it curls around his ears, which that adorned in numerous little gem earrings to match his outfit.
His eyes are smudged black, and he already looks wrecked, and we haven’t even gotten to pleasantries yet.
Despite his chunky boots, I still tower over him when he arrives in front of me.
"Hey, baby, what’s the plan?"
Gripping the back of his head, I scrunch my fist in his luscious dark hair and pull him close.
“Don’t baby me. I’m Sir, got it?” I release him with a stern look that has his eyes rolling back. My eyes are flames, watching his reaction to such small amounts of attention from me. I could drown in it if I’m not careful.
“Okay, Sir. Just excited is all,” he says, pulling his glossed black bottom lip between his pearly white top teeth. Doe-eyed and completely unconvinced that he’s innocent in any way, I lean in once more as I place my empty glass on the bar.
He does the same without breaking eye contact. The sweet scent of sugar seeps from him, and I wonder if he was baking today. Images of him baking in little hot pants with one of those frilly latex aprons on has me squeezing the base of my cock as I turn from him.
“Upstairs. Room 37. Let’s go.”
He groans, the vibrations echoing into my chest. Turning, we both make our way through the crowds.
Eyes are on Freddie because, of course, they are.
He is an entity of his own making. Sassy, confident, bratty, fucking mine.
A few glares and a cock as hard as steel, we make it to the room and I’m crowding him into it, kicking the door closed behind me without thought.
“Face down, ass up.”
“Romantic,” he rasps over his shoulder.
“Did you see all those eyes on you?” A nod.
“Do you like it?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
Like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, I creep behind him slowly but without touching him yet as he settles on his knees on the luxury carpet below.
“Yeah? Want me to ask them all to come in here and have you suck every single one of them off? Maybe hold your head still myself as they use you? Think you could handle that? Maybe that throat of yours will end up too sore to come out with any of those bratty remarks you love making so much,” I growl low at him as I approach him from behind and can hear his slutty groan at my threat.
“Bent over on the carpet, just as I’ve asked. Good sub.”
Aware of what the scene involves tonight, I don’t bother asking again. He’s here in this room with me, ready to take what I’ve promised him. His eyes are closed, face flushed from my words. His breathing is erratic, and if I didn’t know who he was, I would assume he looked nervous.
“Caged?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Ready for my cock?”
“Fuuuuuuck yes,” he whines. Accent more pronounced than I’ve heard yet, it goes straight to my balls and I strip from my black jeans but leave on the latex vest I have on.
There’s a padlocked chain around my neck too, with the keys from his cage.
A symbol of devotion to myself as a Dom and not just the sub. Not that I’ve ever collared a sub.
I quickly grab lube from the shelf by the door and coat a thick layer of it on my cock.
Freddie requested to prep himself for tonight.
I have no idea if that’s because it’s too intimate an act for a new Dom to do for him or some other reason, but I allowed it.
Peeling back the zip of his bodysuit, his pale flesh reveals itself.
So does his lube-coated hole. God damn. He squeezes his thighs together, and I catch it but say nothing.
Time to fuck him from my system and be done with this game.
“Ready?” I don’t get a verbal answer. Instead, Freddie pulls his cheeks apart and thrusts back until my cock is completely inside him.
“Yes. God, honey b- Sir, so good,” he moans.
“Such a bad boy, Freddie. If you think you’re gonna get away with that stunt, then you’re wrong.
You’ll get your punishment for that when you least expect it.
” Temptation to pull out and lock his arms behind his back and gag him with a cock-gag as I force him to watch me fuck my fist enters my mind fleetingly.
Another time, right now I need to be inside his tight, hot channel.
“Oh, fuck… “ is the only response I get.
Moving my hips finally, I groan against his back as my chest lands on him.
My jeans are still around my ankles, and with every hard thrust, my buckle sings.
Knowing my weight must be too much, I try to push up on my elbows, but Freddie stops me by grabbing my wrist.
“No. I want to feel your weight. Grounds me… “ he says between gritted teeth. Okay then. I return to the position and lick the shell of his ear. He’s just as sweaty as I am, and just when I think I finally have his submission, he hooks his feet around my ankles and flips us.
“What the fuck, Freddie?”
“Wanna wrestle, Sir? Love me a sweaty man, but good God, I think a sweaty bear might be my new favourite,” he groans as he looks over my body beneath him with lust swirling in his eyes.
“I don’t do pain.”
“No one said pain. Tackle me, hold me down, use me,” he moans as his hands roam over his latex-coated skin.
“This isn’t in the scene, brat,” I grit out.
“Oh, c’mon. We are just two people. Two people with one that has their dick in the other,” he winks before leaning down and pushing his arms under my back to shift me, but I anticipate it this time and grab him first.
Rolling on the floor, I have carpet burn on my knees and elbows as we push and pull in a battle for dominance that doesn’t really exist in the room as I usually know it.
Freddie is the best and worst sub I’ve ever come across.
I don’t even try to stop myself from grinning like an idiot.
I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun with another person or when having sex in general.
Finally, despite the wet sheen of sweat coating me and making it difficult to grasp him, he folds when he can’t move me after a dozen attempts.
Thrusting my cock back into him, I pull the rest of the zip around to the front to expose his caged cock.
Then I press all my weight into him and shove him into the carpet.
“Gonna come with your little cock all caged up and rubbing on the carpet? Cause that’s the only way it’s going to happen.”
He moans, writhing, and I wonder if he’s too far gone to hear me.
“Yes, God. Fuck me, Simmons, give me every fucking drop of your come.”
Pegging his prostate with hard-hitting thrusts, I allow the name slip since he’s out of it.
A guttural scream that has me wondering if I’ve hurt him bounces off all the walls of the dark red room. His face is sideways, eyes open as he looks up at me the best he can. Fuck, he came like that.
Caged, sore from being rubbed into the carpet while he could barely breathe from my weight on him.
It’s too much and I fall over the edge as we stare at one another.
Waves of rolling pleasure hit me, and I’m pretty sure I’m not far off meeting my maker from the way I hold my breath through my orgasm.
Panting, sore, and in need of a shower, I climb off Freddie and head to the attached sink to get us cleaned up. Stripping off the vest, I welcome the cool air hitting my chest and back as I get washed up and grab a washcloth to take back through.
Freddie is still on the floor when I return. Eyes glazed as if there were tears in them; he blinks them away when he sees me watching, and the expression of what looked like vulnerability in him is gone. Back grinning at me like the devil.
“This was fun. When do we do it again?” He’s trying to keep it light, but from the lip biting and the fact he’s stopped looking me with those beautiful green eyes, there’s something up.
“You okay?” I narrow my eyes to detect any discomfort there but find none. He doesn’t stop me from cleaning him, so I go further by zipping him up and helping him over to sit on the bed. The headboard is padded, so I sit against it and pull his head onto my lap, stroking his hair.
“What.. what the fuck are you doing?”
“It’s called aftercare,” I say in a hushed tone, giving no more.
“Oh, right? Well, no need. I am all good. The scene went off script because of me, so there’s no need to… oh fuck, that feels good. You should be a professional head masseuse.”
I chuckle, and he looks up at me, a small smile of his own that tells me I’m getting the real Freddie. He looks away and resumes his position, so I do too.
“I’m on a yacht all next week. Work. Free the week after that, though,” he says as he plays with the hair on my thighs. It feels nice. Domestic. Why am I not pushing him off, telling him it’s too much?
“Yeah, that’s fine. You do that a lot?”
“Work? Well yeah, Simmons, there is this thing called bills and taxes and food,” he teases. I chuckle again and find myself unable to move and leave the room now that the sex is over. I lie and tell myself that these stolen moments won’t make me more attached to him.
“You know what I meant, brat.” He just laughs but continues to tell me about his job.
Sometimes people invite him to places to interview people, businesses, etc.
Sometimes it’s reviewing a product or club, like with me.
It’s interesting work, and I admire him for his work ethic and dedication not just to his career but to the work he does in sex education as well.
After a while of silence, we move with the promise to organise the final date of the next scene before parting ways.
My body begs me to follow him, but I can’t.
He might be everything I want and more. A craving I’ve had all my adult life, but I fucked it before it could take root, and this is all I’m left with.
All I can allow myself. Freddie deserves better, but I’m too selfish to let him go just yet. For now, I’ll take all the scraps I can get.