Chapter 38
Simmons
As I’m stroking Freddie’s hair in my library one night, he brings up a need for pain.
Knowing it was coming, I had already asked Arnie to join in on a scene with us, to which he agreed.
Freddie jumped at the chance to be whipped by Arnie, then fucked by me after when we were left alone.
Long after the hits had faded and Arnie was gone.
Seemed that was the only time we went to the club now.
Then Freddie surprised me once more by offering to meet outside his apartment for swimming one morning, and now knowing where he lived, I planned on showing up unannounced too. We were dancing around the topic of a relationship, and we both knew it.
Sometimes Freddie would fall asleep during aftercare, and I would get the urge to carry him from the library to my bed. Have him curl into my side and play with the black hair on my chest and stomach. Have him lull me to sleep with his scent mixed with mine.
As I make my way towards Freddie’s apartment, I find myself quite happy.
A feeling I thought I had lost when it came to having a sub or partner to spoil.
My black net grocery bag slung over one shoulder, I carry a six-pack of Freddie’s favourite beverage from back home.
It’s Sunday, and last night was the Y2K party where Freddie finally met Jamie.
After launching himself from the floor and diving straight into Jamie’s mouth, he was thoroughly punished in one of the rooms upstairs at Nyctra. Bound to a cross, he was paddled by Arnie for taking something that wasn’t his.
Ever the brat, Freddie shrugged later when we were leaving.
It was hot to see little Jamie get his skirt in a twist as he fucked his hand to our punishing show.
But now, it was light of day again, and our non relationship slash D/s relationship was back on, and I planned to cook for my sub and show him how domestic I can be.
After meeting the infamous Tim at the door, I make my way up to Freddie’s flat. The building is old-school architecture with high ceilings, white walls, and long, wide windows. It’s airy, and the sun casts shadows of the trees outside across the foyer as I make my way to the elevator.
Freddie opens the door wearing nothing but a cage covered in mini metal spikes. Shoving him back and slamming the door, I know without a doubt that he loves being seen naked or wearing next to nothing.
“Hey, at least let me give you the tour before you maul me, honey bear,” he chuckles as he claws his way out of my grasp. Annoyed with the lack of his body and scent suddenly, I follow silently as he wanders down the hall and into a large open-plan space.
“Wow, nice apartment,” I say as my eyes wander around the room.
“I do okay,” he grins with a little dance, his hips moving like a hot knife on butter.
“Well, I brought groceries, fridge?”
“Big cupboard next to the sink,” he points, and I look behind me.
His kitchen is newly fitted, and the smooth cupboards hide the fridge-freezer and even his bins.
Not sure if I am surprised at his minimalism, but a pang of hurt hits me as I make the assumption in nanoseconds that the reason for it is because this isn’t his home.
Wherever he ends up living, back in Scotland will probably be a lot more lived-in.
Freddie shows me around, still wearing nothing but the cage, and once we settle, him on a bar stool and me at the kitchen worktop with the ingredients set out for potato scones, I decide to go for it and ask the burning question.
“Tell me about the cage,” I ask as he passes me a potato peeler. He watches me, face devoid of emotion, then smiles so sweetly that time stops.
“I just love the feeling of it. The control. The lack of control. I don’t have body dysmorphia or anything, and I’m not trying to shrink it. But… “ he stops, chewing his cheek as he tries to find the words.
“But... I guess it’s also like a fetish?
Wearing it for weeks at a time and still being able to cum, but not hard?
Being so turned on that my soft cock still finds a way?
Aye. I haven’t put too much thought into it.
Now that you’ve asked, I’m struggling to put it into words.
I just… like it? Is that enough of an answer? ” I nod as I absorb what he’s told me.
“That’s more than enough of an answer,” I say as I bring a pot of water to the boil. “You didn’t even owe me that. It’s your body and I guess I… well, I guess I’m just a nosey bastard.”
He snorts, actually snorts, before laughter takes him.
“Honey bear, I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down,” he winks as he confuses me.
“Huh, am I too old for that reference?” I laugh, but Freddie just jumps off the stool and makes his way to me, where he places his hands on my hips and drags me to him. There’s not too much of a height difference, but I still have to dip down to hear his whisper.
“I’m asking Simmons. Do you want to see me cock in all its glory?”
Fuck, he’s right. Nodding, I lick my lips. The buildup to possibly, finally seeing his cock has me almost saying no. Have I gone insane?
“Yes. Can I? Can I see it?” I rasp, my cock twitching in my pants.
“Follow me,” he says as he switches the gas knob off and takes my hand.
I follow him along another hallway to what turns out to be his bedroom. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I notice the wall-sized mirror in front of it.
“Strip and sit there,” he commands, and it makes my blood run hot that he’s telling me what to do. So I do it. Grabbing lube from his side table, he comes back and turns his back to my chest so I can see his front in the mirror. Fuck.
“Prepped beforehand, figured you might show up,” he confesses as he lubes up two fingers and plunges them into his hole in front of me. Stuck watching, I don’t even offer to take over; instead, placing my hands on his pale, soft skin and just enjoying what he is giving me.
He knew I would show up? Am I really that obvious with my obsession? After a third finger is added and he is moaning my name softly, I give in and line up my cock, thrusting to meet his ass in one go.
“Oh, God, yes. Give it to me,” he whines with his eyes closed as I take my time, pulling out of him slowly and then pegging his prostate just the way he likes it.
There’s a moment where I think he’s forgotten about this promise and then his hands, that have been pinching his pretty nipples, come down to the cage and he slowly takes it off.
Anticipation thrums through my veins, and my breathing becomes laboured and heavy as I watch with lust-filled eyes and cheeks burnt red with desire as I see his cock for the first time.
“This is what you want?” he hums as he pulls it away, revealing his soft, small cock.
It’s perfect. Groaning my answer, I suck the spot he loves between his shoulder and neck.
His head falls to the side as he watches me in the mirror.
My fingers draw lines up and down him as he plumps up to full hardness.
My hands, large already, completely encapsulate his cock.
Thick but small, maybe only three inches.
My mouth waters and without an ounce of hesitation, I pull out of him, throw him onto the comforter and bury my face in his crotch before my knees even make contact with the black shag rug.
“Fuck… Fuck… Sim… Simmons, god,” Freddie whines, writhing as I lick, suck, and nibble his cock.
My arms go under his thighs; I pull him closer, tighter as I consume him.
Will he let me do this always, or is it a onetime thing?
I want to wake him up by coming down my throat.
I need to have his taste on my tongue every day. What will it take to make it possible?
Blowjobs, wet and messy, are the best kind in my opinion, and I sincerely hope they are for Freddie too because he is slick with my saliva, and it’s running between his legs to meet his hole. I take each of his balls into my mouth one at a time, taking care to suck lightly and hum my enjoyment.
Freddie is gone, moaning gibberish and lifting his hips to show that he wants more. I stand, stopping to stare at his beauty until he opens his gorgeous eyes with a hint of curiosity before I flip him over and return to the heat of his ass again.
It’s all over too soon with both of us coming within minutes of heavy pounding on my part. I kiss his neck, his hair. I bask in the sweet nothings of the post-sex seconds I have before he shoves me away. But then, he doesn’t.
After I roll off him to save him from suffocating under my enormous weight, he pulls me closer, and we find ourselves under the comforter, staring at one another as we regain composure.
Unsure what to say, I just wrap my arms around him then lightly kiss his plump lips.
He sighs against me, and I smile with his head snuggled beneath my chin. That’s when I make my decision.
I’m going to fight for Freddie. I’m going to ask the man I love to stay.