“I’m not worried you’re gonna fall in love with him. I guess I’m just hesitant because I don’t know how he will react to his ex-professor now suddenly wanting to touch him,” I say, a wariness in my voice.
Simmons reaches out to touch my hand with his; he caresses it, and I close my eyes. I love him, just not like that. Not like I love my Jamie.
Pulling back my hand, I smile at him again.
“Okay. Let’s get Jamie is some trouble. Then we can organise a little get-together with the boys before the end of the weekend?”
Simmons licks his lips, then nods.
“Okay, I’ll let Freddie know to text him. Freddie will be thrilled to have something to do. God knows he’s not doing anything currently,” he says with a look that tells me he has also been feeling mischievous when he woke up this morning.
“I’m assuming his inability to do anything at the moment isn’t because he’s lost his job?”
Simmons laughs out loud. He knocks twice on the wooden desk, then gets up to leave. At the door, he turns back to me.
“Hard to do anything when you’ve been zipped tight,” he says with a wink, and then he was gone.
I laugh at what predicament poor Freddie was in, then my thoughts drifted to Jamie.
My precious good boy was about to get the sexiest silent treatment of his life.
Let’s hope Freddie is as bratty a boy as Simmons let on. And God, I hoped he was going home to unzip him at lunch so he could get a start on our little evil plan.
Chapter 37
Arnie
Caught. How delicious this was!
My boy appeared on camera, caught red-handed, cock out, by Simmons’s little troublemaker.
I have no idea just how Freddie debased my goody-boy Jamie, but he did, and just in time for me to come home.
I try to hide my grin, but I was the cat that got the cream. Slowly, I move toward where he stood in the kitchen, my sexy lover blushing all over.
I grab his phone, turning it just enough to see Freddie in a latex sock, pulling at his rosy nipples.
“I’ll take it from here, Freddie, thanks,” I say.
“No fair! Can’t I watch the punishment?” He pouts, still strumming his perky buds.
“No. See you both Saturday night, though. Best behaviour, or Jamie won’t have his cock out next time,” I tell the brat.
I close the call and turn to my confused-looking boyfriend.
“Uh, I can explain…” he starts.
“Tut, tut, blondie. Why were you playing with a sub instead of doing your chores?” I ask, eyebrow raised.
He glances around the kitchen, mouth open, suddenly aware of the mess decorating the counters from whatever he’d been cooking.
Chewing his cheek, his worried grey eyes meet mine. I know I can’t keep my little secret from him much longer.
“I guess I… kinda got distracted. Freddie is such a brat,” he pouts, arms folded as he waits on bated breath for my reaction.
“Well… it wasn’t all Freddie’s fault. Although I agree that the boy is one brat. Maybe the worst I’ve come across,” I grin. Jamie’s shoulders loosen slightly.
“It’s my fault. He asked to FaceTime me, and I stupidly said yes. I know I shouldn’t have shown him anything, but he was practically naked, wearing this latex thing and teasing me. I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have gone that far.”
