Demon Brat: Why thank you! I am fairly delusional, I guess. But then, anyone would be if they were constantly stuck thinking about your cock. I’d like a taste, please? One lick of Jamie’s cock to go!
Rolling my eyes, I would not entertain him.
Jamie: Stop it. You’re going nowhere near my cock
There.
Demon Brat: Awwww. I don’t like being told no :(. What if I let you lick my cock first?
FFS.
Jamie: Freddie, I have a boyfriend. You know, your Dom might not be too happy that you are sending lewd texts to his friends sub….
What was with this guy?
Demon Brat: Fiiiiiiiiiinnneeeee. God, it was a joke. Wanna hang out though? I know you don’t know many people in the community. And I enjoy staring at your pretty ass. Please hang out with me, please?
I had to laugh at that one. Freddie was weirdly charming. I wasn’t sure if he was all talk and this was his personality. Maybe I could reconsider hanging out with him as a friend. Even if I secretly did want to lick his cock.
Freddie wasn’t wrong; I didn’t know anyone in the community that I had met that I had felt comfortable enough with yet to get to know on a deeper level. Something about Freddie pulls me in and makes me eager to know more. He seems charming and confident, where I'm not. I need a challenge and decided Freddie would be a colossal one.
Jamie: I’m cleaning up. Can’t hang right now. Another time? I’m free tomorrow?
Demon Brat: FaceTime me!
Jamie: Okay, but you better not be naked Freddie. I swear.
The phone buzzes with Freddie calling, and I sigh, resigned to the fact that he was probably on the other side of the call in his birthday suit.
“Hey... FREDDIE. For God’s sake, I’m hanging up,” I yell as he lies on a black velvet sofa, his bare chest on show.
“No, no, wait! I’m not naked. And stop being such a prude, I’ve watched you get fucked,” he says with a wink.
I lick my lips, remembering the primal event, and the night at the club when I confessed my feelings for Arnie.
“I’m not being a prude, it’s not right without our Doms permission is all,” I say with my eyes narrowed, hoping that will clear up my unease at seeing his hairless, toned chest and arms on screen.
“Hmm, well, what would happen if we had permission?” he retorts, biting his plump lower lip.
“What?”
“What would happen, Jamie? I think you’ve thought about it, us. I think you liked my lips on you as much as I liked them. And I liked it plenty. My cock — “
I cut him off, “No, nope, stop it.”
“What’s so wrong with having a little fun, Jamie? You seem uptight. Is Arnie fucking you enough? If he was fucking me, I know I’d be blissed out all day long,” he says in a dreamy voice.
“You… you’d want Arnie to fuck you?” I ask, despite my better judgement. A blush reaches my cheeks as I replace what I think might be jealousy with deep, heated lust.
Fuck. Could I watch Arnie fuck Freddie? No. The thought was hot, but I wanted Arnie to myself, his cock at least.
But then, didn’t that make me an asshole? To possibly want to fuck another sub or be fucked, but not allow my lover the same. I wasn’t sure, and knew the only way to find out was to ask Arnie, no matter how selfish it would make me seem.
“Hon, that man is Dom meat on a stick. Oh god, the wanks I’ve had…. Not to mention the ones over your hot, tight ass,” Freddie says, interrupting my thoughts.
“You wank over me?” I can’t hold the groan that falls out of my mouth as I rub the bulge in my trousers. Why was this spicy little demon so fucking hot?
Freddie smirks, moving on the video chat to a seated position. He angles the camera, balancing it on something before sitting back on his heels.
