Page 28 of Freddie

“Upstairs. Room 37. Let’s go.”

He groans, the vibrations echoing into my chest. Turning, we both make our way through the crowds. Eyes are on Freddie because, of course, they are. He is an entity of his own making. Sassy, confident, bratty, fucking mine. A few glares and a cock as hard as steel, we make it to the room and I’m crowding him into it, kicking the door closed behind me without thought.

“Face down, ass up.”

“Romantic,” he rasps over his shoulder.

“Did you see all those eyes on you?” A nod.

“Do you like it?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

Like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, I creep behind him slowly but without touching him yet as he settles on his knees on the luxury carpet below.

“Yeah? Want me to ask them all to come in here and have you suck every single one of them off? Maybe hold your head still myself as they use you? Think you could handle that? Maybe that throat of yours will end up too sore to come out with any of those bratty remarks you love making so much,” I growl low at him as I approach him from behind and can hear his slutty groan at my threat.

“Bent over on the carpet, just as I’ve asked. Good sub.”

Aware of what the scene involves tonight, I don’t bother asking again. He’s here in this room with me, ready to take what I’ve promised him. His eyes are closed, face flushed from my words. His breathing is erratic, and if I didn’t know who he was, I would assume he looked nervous.

“Caged?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. Ready for my cock?”

“Fuuuuuuck yes,” he whines. Accent more pronounced than I’ve heard yet, it goes straight to my balls and I strip from my black jeans but leave on the latex vest I have on. There’s a padlocked chain around my neck too, with the keys from his cage. A symbol of devotion to myself as a Dom and not just the sub. Not that I’ve ever collared a sub.

I quickly grab lube from the shelf by the door and coat a thick layer of it on my cock. Freddie requested to prep himself for tonight. I have no idea if that’s because it’s too intimate an act for a new Dom to do for him or some other reason, but I allowed it. Peeling back the zip of his bodysuit, his pale flesh reveals itself. So does his lube-coated hole. God damn. He squeezes his thighs together, and I catch it but say nothing. Time to fuck him from my system and be done with this game.

“Ready?” I don’t get a verbal answer. Instead, Freddie pulls his cheeks apart and thrusts back until my cock is completely inside him.

“Yes. God, honey b- Sir, so good,” he moans.

“Such a bad boy, Freddie. If you think you’re gonna get away with that stunt, then you’re wrong. You’ll get your punishment for that when you least expect it.” Temptation to pull out and lock his arms behind his back and gag him with a cock-gag as I force him to watch me fuck my fist enters my mind fleetingly. Another time, right now I need to be inside his tight, hot channel.

“Oh, fuck… “ is the only response I get. Moving my hips finally, I groan against his back as my chest lands on him. My jeans are still around my ankles, and with every hard thrust, my buckle sings. Knowing my weight must be too much, I try to push up on my elbows, but Freddie stops me by grabbing my wrist.

“No. I want to feel your weight. Grounds me… “ he says between gritted teeth. Okay then. I return to the position and lick the shell of his ear. He’s just as sweaty as I am, and just when I think I finally have his submission, he hooks his feet around my ankles and flips us.

“What the fuck, Freddie?”

“Wanna wrestle, Sir? Love me a sweaty man, but good God, I think a sweaty bear might be my new favourite,” he groans as he looks over my body beneath him with lust swirling in his eyes.

“I don’t do pain.”

“No one said pain. Tackle me, hold me down, use me,” he moans as his hands roam over his latex-coated skin.

“This isn’t in the scene, brat,” I grit out.

“Oh, c’mon. We are just two people. Two people with one that has their dick in the other,” he winks before leaning down and pushing his arms under my back to shift me, but I anticipate it this time and grab him first.

Rolling on the floor, I have carpet burn on my knees and elbows as we push and pull in a battle for dominance that doesn’t really exist in the room as I usually know it. Freddie is the best and worst sub I’ve ever come across. I don’t even try to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun with another person or when having sex in general.

Finally, despite the wet sheen of sweat coating me and making it difficult to grasp him, he folds when he can’t move me after a dozen attempts. Thrusting my cock back into him, I pull the rest of the zip around to the front to expose his caged cock. Then I press all my weight into him and shove him into the carpet.

“Gonna come with your little cock all caged up and rubbing on the carpet? Cause that’s the only way it’s going to happen.”