Page 35 of Freddie

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.