Chapter 30
Jamie
Standing in the dark corner of the locked room, I watch as three synchronistic scenes play out in front of me. Arnie goes to the right-hand wall to select his weapon of choice. It’s a dark mahogany paddle shaped a little smaller than a cheese board. He reviews it, smacks his palm a few times, and throws it from one hand to the next to test the weight.
Simmons is selecting the best restraints on the left-hand side of the room. He goes through a few types before settling on metal ones. Ouch. Freddie must love pain. He stalks over to his sub and lifts each wrist to place a kiss on the inside of both, then whispers in his ear, which gets a whimper from Freddie.
Freddie, who has been standing staring at me smugly until Simmons whispered in his ear, starts to strip out of his puppy outfit after Simmons unclipped his leash and helped remove the harness.
Freddie is a strikingly handsome sub. Black hair flows naturally wavy and curls at his ears. He has smudged, grungy black makeup around his eyes that’s laced with tiny touches of gold. His body is lithe, porcelain white, and without a blemish. I watch as he takes off each piece and reveals another part of himself. He catches me looking and licks his lip before biting it and turning his back on me. Simmons cuffs him into the St. Andrew’s cross and, without hesitation, yanks his tiny white briefs to reveal a paler, peachy ass. It bounces as he steps out ofhis underwear, and I can feel myself sweating in my Sailor Moon attire. I squeeze my thighs to stop the pulsing want between them.
Soft music plays in the room, but it is still too loud for me to hear anything the men across from me are saying. Freddie now facing the other way, I’m unsure if I will hear him once the punishment starts.
Knowing Simmons and Arnie have had scenes together before means that I wasn’t completely blind coming into this. Arnie had expressed that there might be times when Simmons might ask for him to spank his sub, but that was in consideration of Simmons not being a pain Dom.
Maybe it was odd that in just a few scant hours, we had confessed our love for each other, then had penetrative sex for the first time, only for my lover and Dom to scene with another sub the same night. But it didn’t feel odd to me at all. I knew the lifestyle I was signing up for when I told Arnie that I loved him. I was all in. Arnie makes his way over to me, pulling me to him, his fingers tight against my neck as his mouth finds mine. My whole body on fire from the kiss, but also knowing what I was about to witness.
“Okay with this?” he whispers into my lips. I nod, the smell of his sweat makes me feral, and I grab at him for another searing, tongue-filled kiss.
“Does my boy like the idea of watching me hurt another sub?” Arnie’s eyes narrow to what looks like concern, but I can also see the inferno of heat in them.
“Yeah… I... I want to see you leave marks on him. Do it for me. Punish him,” I pant. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but Arnie seems into it too. He nods before shoving himself away from me and over to where Simmons and his brat are waiting in the darkly lit space.
Arnie spoke with Simmons, nodding in response. Unable to hear, I can only assume they had agreed on a number. Betting on the number twelve, I lean back against the wall to watch as my Dom leave his signature on my professor’s sub.
Watching on as Freddie writhes with every blow, I can’t stop my hand as it slips inside my tight underwear. Dark marks adorn his delicate skin as I imagine Simmons rubbing cream into his sore little body later. Will he fuck his boy when Arnie is done, but with Freddie still on the cross? I let out a whimper that I know none of the men in front of me can hear. My hand picks up a little as more pre-come drips from my slit and acts as a lubricant.
Twelve.
That was the first batch before Simmons stood in and spoke to Arnie. He fetches another paddle, then resumes his onslaught on Freddie’s ass and thighs twelve more times. I can hear the clinking of his cuffs. They must be digging into his soft skin, leaving evidence of what he was enduring. Sweat beads and drips down my back as I come with a moan so loud it has Simmons darting his eyes to mine in the last moments of my orgasm. I tremble a little as he doesn’t look away, instead smirking before finally going back to what Arnie is doing once I'm okay. How thoughtfully weird that he watched to see if I was okay first.
After the second round of twelve, Freddie’s body is shaking, and Simmons is running his hands up and down the boy’s back to soothe him. He nods at Arnie, who smiles at him the same way he did that first day in Simmons’ office, then turns his back on the men and strides over to me. Dropping to his knees, he free’s my now soft cock and feasts on my release. How did he know? I shoot my eyes to the other men who are now completely in their own world. Peppering kisses along my length and inside my thighs, Arnie makes his way up to kiss me, tucking me back into my underwear. Forever a sadist, he grins, knowing my cock ishalf hard, soon to be solid after that little performance of licking me up.
“Home?”
I nod, a smile against his own as I kiss him once more. Home.
Chapter 31
Jamie
Guilt had nestled low in my stomach for days afterward, ashamed that I had been so turned on at the sight of someone who wasn’t my boyfriend. I knew Arnie didn’t mind. He hadn’t minded the way he lapped at my come that night, but I still questioned if I had done something wrong.
We haven’t talked about it again, and weeks have now flown by as I settle into living with Arnie. His house is grand. It’s clear the man has gone to great lengths to make his house a home. Every room has something special about it. Pictures of him and his friends. Stunning photography of flowers in shades of grey. His garden is intimate and exactly how I would assume a giant man covered in tattoos would have it. A broken brick wall surrounds the perimeter. Wildflowers bloom all around except where an old greenhouse stands, nestled in the far-right corner of more greenery. An enigma of the suburbs, he’s grown rhubarb, potatoes, and God knows what else. Just another thing I love about him. Eclectic and mine.
While I had decided not to go back to uni, at least not soon, I haven’t yet started working full time. Arnie had insisted that there was no rush, but I have lived nowhere while I was on my own that I didn’t pay my way for. So, I had gone to Beau and told him my situation. He was so understanding and offered me full-time hours on the spot. I hugged the life out of him, whichisn’t something I ever thought I would do with my boss, but hey, that’s the progress in my life these days.
Raj and I were still doing weekly market meets, some of which the other dancers came to, but I had been curious about another type of event recently.
After the Y2K night at Nyctra, I had fallen down a rabbit hole of other kinks. I was like a kid in a candy store. Arnie gave me the kink list to go through again, and I added a few new ones. What did Arnie’s friends and their subs get up to? Meeting others and chatting with them might give me some more perspective on the whole D/s thing. So, when Arnie told me about an event coming up soon, I jumped at saying yes before I even knew what it was for.
Primal play.
Having only seen the words written on a list before, it had never piqued my interest. I knew little about it, but was under the assumption that it was like an adult chasing game. When I admitted that to Arnie, he burst out laughing. He and Euan got into kink together, and it was his event. The farmer’s husband lived out in the middle of nowhere and had a private tattoo studio out there. Apparently, people travelled across the country to get work done. His primal event was annual and a massive hit within the kink community from Nyctra. Arnie had originally asked me to get a tattoo at a vanilla event, but this one appealed to me more since I could meet like-minded others.
After spending too much time on Google, I realised there might be a rush I’d get from doing the event. The feeling of Arnie watching me, but from where, I wouldn’t yet know. The adrenaline of the chase, the fear of being caught too. It was also, potentially, not that I cared that much, but an event that Freddie might take an interest in too.
When I asked if Simmons was going, Arnie just smirked at me and suggested it was possible. He had seen right through me. Iplanned to speak with him soon about what it all meant. Not to say I had a crush on the guy, but I wasn’t completely immune to the effect that kiss had on me when he pounced like the little puppy he was dressed as. His juicy lips on mine tasted of lemon sherbet, a sharp tongue that took control. It was only seconds long, but I had thought about it more than I cared to admit. I had to cool it. Arnie would be so upset if he found out I was fantasising about that kiss. It was his friend’s sub after all, and I didn’t know what their dynamic was.
