The crate looks handmade, expensive. A thick black metal frame with a hard oak top. It’s clearly doubling as a coffee table since Simmons has taken a seat on his luxury Chelsea sofa and placed his beer onto it where 3 drink mats sit out.
Freddie is silent and so still. So… obedient for a brat. Not what I expected him to be like at all, given the last time we spoke.
“He’ll come to us when he’s ready. Come and take a seat,” Simmons says as he pats the sofa he’s currently stretched out on.
He shifts up so we can both sit, but there doesn’t look like to be enough room for us once Arnie drops next to his best friend.
Oh.
That’s when I spot the cushion next to Arnie’s foot.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully to Simmons as I lower myself. I immediately sink into that fuzzy headspace that I love so much. So relaxing. So, forgiving.
I sit like that, my drink abandoned. Eyes shut as the two Doms talk, Arnie blissfully petting my hair, scraping his nails lightlyagainst my scalp. The light crackling from the fire keeps me company.
I hum quietly before an elbow nudges me, I momentarily forget what we are supposed to be doing, and I blink my eyes open with a soft flicker.
Freddie’s soft face appears close and upfront, only half lit up from the fire.
“Your revenge on me is to sit there purring for your master?” Freddie challenges, teasing me with that pretty face.
I grab his jaw with my hand and draw him roughly to me before I can overthink it. I meet him eye to eye, running my tongue over my teeth.
“How about you behave? You’re an awful naughty sub, you know,” I chastise, my nerves about tonight forgotten.
Freddie shows his teeth to me in a wild grin that makes him look like a little psycho. He falls back on his heels, obeying me. He is wearing his signature smudged smoky eyes, his messy dark hair falling in front of his face.
A rush of heat swims through me as I watch him obey my command. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Thrusting myself forward, I grip his hair near his nape and launch onto his lips. Much like how this all started when he kissed me in Nyctra.
“How fun. You can be rough with him, Jamie, he likes that,” I hear Simmons boast as I continue to explore his sub’s wet, hot mouth.
But like all good things, Freddie has a way of ruining them.
“Ouch! You little shit,” I hiss, pushing the demon brat away after he bit my bottom lip. Hard.
“Don’t you like that?” he asks, batting his lashes as if he doesn’t know.
“No. Strip,” I command him as I run my thumb over my bottom lip to check that he didn’t draw blood.
“Noted,” he says as he obeys once again, stripping his outdoor clothes off. I gulp at the sight of him. How did I miss he was wearing latex?
Freddie moves back to kneeling in front of the fire, in direct sight of the three of us by the sofa. He is all pale, smooth…. gorgeous. Nude before us, except for a pair of elbow-length, shiny black latex gloves.
Oh, fuck.
The thought of how it would feel on my skin spurs me into action. I can feel Arnie’s heat as he reaches behind me to squeeze my shoulder in support.
You’re safe. I trust you.
“I’m sure this demon brat thinks he can manipulate me into giving him what he wants. You’ve clearly underestimated me,” I say, licking my lips as I muse over what I’ll do with him.
I turn slightly at a movement in my peripheral vision to see Simmons’ hand is now high on Arnie’s thigh, gripping him in anticipation. I look up to see him watching me with a careful look.
“Don’t worry, Jamie, I know he’s not mine,” he reassures me. My stiffness melts away at his response. I knew I could trust these men. They know what Arnie and I mean to each other. This is just playtime.
Turning back, I can see the desire in Freddie’s eyes as he watches me. It is clear he wants me, but unluckily for him, tonight he would only receive what I give him.
