“Ouch! What the —”
“Hey! It’s me. Freddie. Sorry for yanking you in here, but I was bored and thought you might want to play a game?”
In the limited closet, Freddie is picking at a callous on his hand as he waits for me to answer him. I have barely spoken to the guy before, but he acts as if we are close friends. Maybe seeing his white ass reddened by my boyfriend bonded us in a way I was unaware of.
“I, uh, should probably— ” I throw my thumb over my shoulder to point towards leaving and going back to Arnie.
“Oh, of course. I forgot you’re a perfect little sub for Arnie. No mischief for you, no sir,” Freddie comments in a mocking tone and matching soldier's flare.
“Well, wait a minute. You don’t even know me!” I whisper shout at him, more aware than ever that we are only inches away from being pressed up against one another. My skin prickles and heat pours over my cheeks as I hold my breath, chewing on my bottom lip nervously.
Freddie only bats his lashes at me with that cheeky look on his perfect complexion. He is shorter than I am, but not by much. Where I’m more muscular and Y-shaped from my dancing,Freddie is lean and muscular from running or swimming, maybe?
“FREDDIE! I swear if you’ve started stealing, your ass is gonna be purple before we leave here,” a voice in the hall cuts through the tension heavy closet.
Simmons flings open the door, his eyes wide and menacing as his gaze ping pongs between us.
“Thanks for the quick fuck, Jamie,” Freddie belts, blowing a kiss in my direction then rubbing himself against me as he over-exaggerates his exit out of the closet.
Jaw on the floor, I can only stare after him as he sways his hips and takes off down the hallway.
“I didn’t, Simmons, I promise…” I start to deny. I could barely even look at the man from embarrassment. A warm hand finds my shoulder, and I look up at him.
“It’s fine Jamie, Freddie is a lying little shit,” he chuckles, turning to follow his sub. He looks back and stops to watch me for a second.
“Plus, if you’d fucked him…. Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t have looked so put together when I found you both.” He smiles with a gleam in his eyes as they rake over my body. Then he’s gone too, off in the direction Freddie had gone.
What did he mean by that? Did I want my old professor to think of me like that? I guess it was too late now since he had watched Arnie fuck me twice and watched me jerk off to his sub getting punished in a sex club. Still, it felt…not wrong, but a little out of place for Simmons to be almost okay with the fact that Freddie might have come to me for sex.
Almost as if he knew Freddie would do something like that. I turn to find my way back to the kitchen. I was a little annoyed that I didn’t get to speak with Freddie seriously, since he was my shot at having a real kinky friend to discuss things with. He seemed completely unhinged.
“There you are, come meet some of the other subs,” Arnie insists as I make my way over to him at the kitchen island. His hand lands on my lower back, and he guides me over to a small gathering at the breakfast nook where several men are sitting chatting by the window.
Introductions made, all of them seemingly similar to me. Obedient. As they speak, asking questions about my time in kink and how long I’d served Arnie, I can’t help but glance around the open-plan space. Looking for the one so-called sub that has made me feel anything but obedient.
Chapter 34
Arnie
“You’re quiet. Still okay with how today went?”
Being at Euan’s and having Jamie with me had been an amazing experience that I was so glad he had been a part of. To share that side of myself with the person I loved meant so much.
Jamie had embraced a new kink that he might have immediately rejected. Just the fact that he took part and showed up with me would have been enough. But then, when I caught him and I noticed that same dark look in his eyes as I had the first time I experienced primal play; it had me hard as steel.
He continues to amaze me at every turn. Living together after just weeks of meeting, going through all the drama with Jamie’s stepdad, and then finding myself in a relationship for the first time might have been too much for others, but not for us. It gave us an immense advantage with trust, respect, and love early on so that we could enjoy our dynamic more openly sooner than expected. Despite Jed still being out there, the immediate threat of him was gone for now, and I wanted to bask in our new relationship and guide Jamie into the world of kink without us looking over our shoulders.
Jamie squeezes my hand that’s resting on my thigh as I drive us home, his huge puppylike eyes boring into my own as he distracts me from the road ahead.
“I’m amazing, A. Just in my thoughts, that’s all,” he says as he gives my hand one last squeeze and then the heat from his own is gone.
“Care to share any of those thoughts, darling?”
He chews his cheek, as if he’s contemplating whether to share with me. Worry settles heavy in my gut that I have completely misjudged Jamie’s eagerness today.
“Um…so, like, did Simmons talk to you before we left?” He continues to worry his lip, now picking at the bottom one with his nails. I grab his wrist firmly and remove it. Jamie gapes at me, maybe a little shocked that I could see him doing it in the dark and stopped him.
“No, we didn’t get the chance. I overheard from someone that he was having a hard time wrangling Freddie today. Come to think of it, Freddie was barely present. Did you speak to him?”
