Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Camille
With Freddy gasping and moaning, she smiled around his cock as she tormented him with an icy blow job.
He thrust up into her mouth and cringed away in turn, as if he couldn’t decide which he really wanted to do.
The ice did nothing to cool her own desire as she hummed around his cock, enjoying tormenting him.
She rarely used her mouth other than as a special treat, but he had been a very good boy.
Showing her around the city resulted in a very good day, and since she was using ice, she hadn’t been able to resist. The results were delightful, and there was something very enjoyable about having a man’s most delicate organ between her teeth.
The trust involved made the act extremely intimate.
Though some Dominants had a different opinion on the matter, that’s how it felt for her.
So, she wasn’t against giving head, as long as it was well earned.
As the ice melted, her body was beginning to ache for satisfaction, tormenting Freddy arousing her desires.
It was down to a tiny sliver when she pulled away, leaving him gasping.
Shifting on the bed again, she took off the rest of her clothes, then straddled his waist before reaching up to slip the satin blindfold off his head. She wanted to see his face.
Blinking, Freddy stared up at her, his eyes coming back into focus after a long moment, then he stared at her appreciatively.
Running her hands over his chest, Camille smiled back at him.
“You’re not going to cum until I tell you that you can,” she said.
That was going to be difficult for him because he was highly aroused. She’d been sucking his cock, and now he was going to have to wait until she caught up with him.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied without hesitation, though she saw the flash of awareness in his eyes of the challenge.
Wriggling her hips, she got in position over his cock and sank down on him. Fuck, that felt good.
For him, too.
Groaning, his eyes closed, and his head tipped back as she impaled herself.
The thick stalk of his cock stretched her open, her own slick arousal and the lubrication from the blow job making it easy for her to slide all the way down.
Her muscles clenched as she moved, squeezing him tightly before releasing.
By the time she settled on his body, rubbing her sensitive lips against his groin, he was panting for breath and so was she.
Damn, that felt good. Leaning forward to get the best position against her clit, she shifted, then rose up again.
Lightly running her nails over his chest, she enjoyed watching his struggle as she moved atop him, bouncing up and down on his cock, taking her time and riding him for her own pleasure.
It was like having her own living, breathing sex toy.
Freddy’s jaw worked, his muscles tightening and releasing as he fought against his need to cum.
“Good boy.” She breathed out the words on a sigh as she rose up high and sank down low again, clenching around him as he filled her. Her swollen clit rubbed against his body as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding down on him, and making him cry out as he surged upward from beneath her.
“Please…” The word was strained. Breathless. Music to her ears. “Please, Mistress.”
A shudder of pleasure went through her body at his plea. She loved hearing him ask. Beg.
Leaning forward, she captured his lips, still rocking her hips, still rubbing against him. Squeezing his cock inside her, her own climax began to crest. She pulled away from the kiss long enough to give him permission.
“You may cum.” Spoken in a husky whisper, the words were all Freddy needed.
He cried out, his hips thrusting upward while she pressed down atop him.
Feeling his cock pulse inside her, the hot spurt of liquid triggering her own pleasure, she moved with abandon as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.
Clenching around him, her pussy milked his cock of every last drop of cum before she collapsed atop him, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
“Good boy.”
Freddy
Waking up next to Camille in her bed, Freddy felt nothing but deep satisfaction.
Every part of him felt good, from his head down to his toes.
Looking at her, still fast asleep with her blue satin bonnet on her head, she looked like an angel.
Part of him wanted to slip under the covers and wake her up with his mouth, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that.
She hadn’t given him permission to do any such thing, and they hadn’t talked about boundaries while sleeping, but he made a mental note to ask later.
What he did feel comfortable doing was slipping out of bed to go to the bathroom, then heading to her kitchen. The impulse to take care of her was one he couldn’t completely ignore.
Thankfully, she had several aprons hanging on a hook inside her pantry, and he snagged the top one.
Cooking while naked was dangerous; he’d much rather be covered.
Taking a swift perusal of what she had in her fridge, he decided on cinnamon French toast, eggs, and fresh fruit for breakfast. Humming happily under his breath, he got everything he needed out on the counter, then got the coffee pot started.
First thing was to chop the fruit. He wanted the other stuff warm when she woke up, so he’d get the cold food done first. Strawberries, melon, and bananas.
While he was doing that, his phone buzzed on the counter, the vibrations making enough noise, it sounded like it was echoing.
He snatched it up and waited, listening to hear if he heard any movement back in the bedroom.
Nothing.
Breathing out a sigh of relief that his surprise hadn’t been ruined, he looked at the text.
Lexie: What are you up to today? Want to do something?
Freddy: I don’t know what my plans are for the day yet. I’m at Mistress Camille’s right now, so I need to wait until she wakes up to find out if she wants to do something.
Lexie: I’m calling you.
He didn’t have a chance to respond and tell her no before his phone buzzed again, this time with a call. Sighing, because he knew it wouldn’t do any good to ignore it, he answered the video call, and her scowling face greeted him.
“Don’t yell at me. She’s still sleeping, and I don’t want her to wake up yet,” he said quickly. “I’m making her breakfast.”
Some of the scowl on Lexie’s face cleared. Just a touch.
“Okay, that’s really cute, but that’s not going to get you off the hook. Did you spend the night? I didn’t even know you had a date! What the hell, Freddy?!” Her righteous anger was delivered in a hiss rather than a shout, out of respect for his request, and Freddy felt a small pang of guilt.
This was what Shane had been talking about when he inferred that Freddy didn’t let people in. He hadn’t even thought to call Lexie and tell her that he had a date. Why hadn’t he? Why had he kept it all to himself?
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say since he didn’t really have an explanation. “I guess… I don’t know. I’m not used to having anything going on with me, so I’m not used to telling people when something is.”
“Okay, well to be clear, as your friend, I expect regular updates when something exciting is happening in your life, whether it’s work, a relationship, or whatever.
” She made a face. “You’re not wrong that you don’t usually have something new and different going on.
I’m glad that’s changing. So, she’s not up yet? ”
“No, and I’m trying to make her breakfast before she wakes up.” He raised his eyebrow at Lexie. Hint, hint.
Lexie rolled her eyes.
“Okay fine, but I expect a call later. Or Happy Hour sometime this week. Something so you can catch me up on everything.” She pointed her finger at the phone screen. “Got it?”
“Got it.” He shook his head as they hung up, but the point had been made. He was really good at being there for his friends but less good at letting his friends be there for him or letting them into his life. Something to work on, especially if he wanted to be in a romantic relationship.
In the meantime, he had breakfast to make.
Camille
Waking up alone was not how Camille had expected to start her day.
Frowning, she sat up. There was an indent in the pillow where he’d slept but not him.
A noise outside the bedroom at least let her know he hadn’t disappeared before she’d gotten up, not that she thought he would, but it was hard not to be a little paranoid when she woke up to an empty bed.
Yawning, she got out of bed, grabbed her robe, and realized she smelled coffee. And food.
Holy crap.
She didn’t rush out to the kitchen, but she didn’t not rush, either.
She wanted to see what he was doing. The sight that met her eyes wasn’t quite what she’d been picturing.
Freddy was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, but somehow, she’d missed that all of his clothes were still in her room.
She was greeted by the sight of his very cute butt framed by a frilly white apron.
A neatly tied bow right above his cheeks added to the cuteness factor, as did the ties hanging down to rest on the curve of his butt.
Turning to look over his shoulder, Freddy grinned at her, and Camille smiled back. Leaning against the doorway, she appreciated the attractiveness of a man who was so secure in his masculinity, he could wear literally whatever the hell he wanted and be perfectly at home.
It was hot.
“Good morning. Perfect timing, breakfast is almost ready.” Seemingly at home in her kitchen, which was also pretty hot, Freddy pivoted to pour her a cup of coffee in a waiting mug. “Sugar? Cream?”
He was in full service submissive mode, and while part of her felt odd allowing someone else to be the ‘host’ in her home, he was clearly having such a good time, she didn’t want to stop him.
Besides, if he’d been without a Dominant for as long as he said he had, this was likely a need he’d been denied for far too long.
“I like the first cup black. Thank you,” she said as he handed her the cup. “Everything smells amazing.” It really did, no need to lie, thankfully. It looked delicious, too. Her stomach rumbled.
“Good. Go ahead and have a seat, and I’ll get this plated for you,” he said eagerly.
Bemused, Camille did as she was told without commenting on how bossy some service subs could be.
She’d almost forgotten what it could be like.
Power dynamics were always interesting, especially when it came to honoring a sub’s needs.
Freddy didn’t even seem to realize how he’d spoken to her, and she could have called him on it, but she also didn’t want to interrupt a nice morning or the nice gesture he was making.
Besides, she didn’t want to be a twenty-four seven Dominant, and right now, they weren’t in the bedroom, even if he was in submissive mode, so she would let it slide. It was certainly something to keep in mind for later if she was ever in the mood to deliver some funishment.
The happy little smile on his face as he brought over the gorgeously plated food—seriously, it looked like something from a restaurant—made her insides go all warm and fuzzy.
This was what a satisfied submissive looked like, and she’d been the one to put that smile on his face.
Her own sense of satisfaction swept through her, going far beyond the physical satiation she’d already felt.
Her in her robe, Freddy in her apron, they sat and ate breakfast, reminiscing about their favorite parts of the day before. It felt natural yet surreal, as if she was still dreaming because how could this be her life?
But she wanted it to be her life.
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“Not sure,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. “My friend Lexie wanted to get together, but I wasn’t sure if you had anything you wanted to do. And I need to get some things done around my house. Laundry, grocery shopping, that kind of thing.”
“The normal weekend activities,” she quipped.
“Pretty much.”
“I have an awful lot to get done, too,” she admitted reluctantly.
As much as she wanted to lounge about and spend all day doing nothing—preferably with him—she needed her Sundays.
She also needed some ‘her’ time in order to get through the week.
Despite how well he fit in her apartment, she was still feeling the urge to play hostess and entertain him.
As refreshed as she felt and as much as she’d needed the time with him and the outing yesterday, if she didn’t get her downtime, she was going to be tired and cranky tomorrow at work.
“I’ll get out of your hair after breakfast then,” he said with a wink, as if wanting to show her he understood and was perfectly fine with having to leave. “I would love to see you again sometime very soon, though, if you’re free.”
“How about next Saturday for dinner?” As much as she wanted to spend every night with him, until the Alexanders’ divorce was completely finalized, keeping things a little more casual—and to the weekends—was probably best. Yes, they’d signed off on the new terms for the prenup, but there was always a chance Mr. Alexander would decide to find something else to quibble about.
It would also give her more time to get used to being in a relationship again. She didn’t fool herself into thinking this was casual or anything like that. The chemistry was too strong between them. Freddy was openly interested in having a relationship with her, and she felt the same way.
Thankfully, he also appeared to be on board with waiting until the weekend to see each other again. His wide smile was blinding.
“It’s a date.”