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He gasps at that, and I finally see a little crack in his Dom demeanour. The one I saw back in the hospital. Yeah, he wants me. I want him to know that he doesn’t need to wear that Dom mask around me. I’ve seen the real him, the one that’s not in the club. I knew him before I knew his kinks. So, why has he shut me out? I’m still here. I still want him; can’t he understand that?

“Don’t overthink it, Freddie. 9pm, Friday.”

“Okay, see ya then. All this is making me want to have a wank, so I need to go,” I innocently admit while avoiding eye contact and biting my lip. I’ve worn a pair of tight black leggings, a red boob tube and a long spider-webbed black shawl. What I really wanted to wear is nothing but my cage. I want Simmons on my good side though, so opted for one of my favourite outfits instead.

“Oh, no, you don’t. That tiny cock can wait until I’m in the same room as it. No coming, I’m serious Freddie. You ever want me to find out what you taste like, then obey me,” he growls through the screen. He’s closer than he was a minute ago, and I want to reach through the screen and pull him on top of me.

Gulping as an electrifying throb hits my cock, I nod. What I’d give to be bent over that desk in his office. Skirt pulled up, panties to one side, being railed by him as he grunts and growls those humiliating words that get me off so well. Touching the ache between my thighs intensifies, and so instead of being courteous, I just end the call.

Good fuck. I want that man more than a hot meal on a snowy day. I want him to be the first to wreck my hole. To touch my caged cock. Maybe if I told him he was the first to touch me there, it would make him more eager to give me more. Checking my phone, I clock the date. 36 days since I last touched my cock, that wasn’t to wash it. I love the feeling of waiting. It gets me more aroused than daily fucking of my hand, and I just hope that Simmons doesn’t judge me for it. He doesn’t seem the type, but I trust him and believe he’ll accept this part of me when I tell him Friday night.

Later, I head out to meet up with Kody at his bakery. There’s a small nook in the back for staff only. We sip iced mochas and gossip about kink trends we’ve seen online. Kody is adorable. One minute he was shy, asking me about fisting dildos, and then he’s taking calls from suppliers and giving orders like a little dictator. See? Adorable.

As I’m leaving, I spot a familiar face ordering at the counter. A yummy Dom that looks just as edible in daylight. If Arnie is here, does that mean… I swing my gaze across the cafe and there he is.

Simmons is sitting in his work suit, looking finer than aged whisky. Dapper, as my Ma would say. He’s scrolling his phone, completely unaware that his new sub is watching him in a vanilla setting. An idea comes to me and I try to school my naughty boy features before approaching his table.

As I reach the table next to his, I slip on someone’s jacket, whose length of which has spooled onto the floor. I make a noise that seems to have Simmons’ head snap up just in time before I fall into his arms. Strong hands grip my biceps; heat permeates through his suit, and I nearly forget why I faked tripping. Letting him push me back up onto my feet, I step back and pretend to wipe dust off my arms and legs.

“Oh, hi! Did you see that? Someone left their coat there and I must have slipped on it. So, odd. Anyway, fancy meeting you here. Local of yours?” Simmons just looks me over wide-eyed then casts a look behind me to where he must be having a quick telepathic chat with Arnie, who’s noticed me now.

“Well, got to run. Nice seeing you. It was tomorrow at 9pm? For our scene?” I loudly whisper. Simmons rolls his eyes, but I can see the ghost of a smile he is trying to keep at bay.

“Yes. Tomorrow at 9pm. You didn’t -“

“Follow you here? God no! I know the owner, Kody. Come here all the time.”

He looks relieved but still uncomfortable. Sheesh, am I really such poor company to be in?

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” I fake smile as I take off, saluting Arnie as I pass him. He chuckles and gives me an up nod.

Rounding the corner, I huff a laugh and do a little shimmy as I pull out the treasure I was after. Simmons wallet. I scan his ID. Interesting, very interesting. Oh, and he has a birthday coming up in a couple of months, even better. I hit the jackpot when I see his address.

I knew Simmons liked a brat. But it was time to test just how much. I guess I would find out on Friday.

Chapter 30

Simmons

Friday. 9pm.

Looking around the dance floor, I see Freddie sipping from a straw, talking to another sub. Kody. That was who Freddie told me he was. He owned my favourite French cafe in the city.

Our eyes lock, and Freddie is hugging his friend and bouncing my way in the blink of an eye. My cock’s been sore for days in anticipation. He has so much brat in him I almost turn to the idea of spanking him. However, that’s a conversation that we need to have first, since I’m not into doling out pain to my subs. Not physically, anyway. But I’m unsure if sharing is a hard limit. He didn’t list it, but I still need to make sure before I ask Arnie to join us.

My plan tonight involves just the two of us in the room set up for privacy. The thought of showing him off is tempting, but I want him to myself, even just this once. Yes, I said no to feelings and only making this a physical relationship but he’s had my dick hard for close to two years and I’ll be damned if I have to share his reaction to taking my cock for the first time with anyone else.

In a teal latex full-body suit with a very noticeable zip that goes groin to ass, Freddie slithers up beside me, grin so wide that it’s gotta hurt. His gorgeous hair is straight aside from where it curls around his ears, which that adorned in numerous little gem earrings to match his outfit. His eyes are smudged black, and he already looks wrecked, and we haven’t even gotten to pleasantries yet. Despite his chunky boots, I still tower over him when he arrives in front of me.

"Hey, baby, what’s the plan?"

Gripping the back of his head, I scrunch my fist in his luscious dark hair and pull him close.

“Don’t baby me. I’m Sir, got it?” I release him with a stern look that has his eyes rolling back. My eyes are flames, watching his reaction to such small amounts of attention from me. I could drown in it if I’m not careful.

“Okay, Sir. Just excited is all,” he says, pulling his glossed black bottom lip between his pearly white top teeth. Doe-eyed and completely unconvinced that he’s innocent in any way, I lean in once more as I place my empty glass on the bar.

He does the same without breaking eye contact. The sweet scent of sugar seeps from him, and I wonder if he was baking today. Images of him baking in little hot pants with one of those frilly latex aprons on has me squeezing the base of my cock as I turn from him.