Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter thirty-five:

-- C H A P T E R
T H I R T Y - F I V E --

Freddie looks at me, then, almost as if he's astounded by my statement. In truth, I was, too. Here I was: A logical person by trade, and I had said something out of impulse; I had spoken something I was currently feeling. How could this be?

"Fuck," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against mine. "hearing you say that is turning turning me on. If you tell me you love me again, I might just have to pin you up against the bathroom wall and bang you until you're numb."

"Well," I begin. "I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true." I wrap my arms around his neck. "I do love you, and I'm glad you feel the same way."

Freddie looks into my eyes, and I can see that they're a bit darker now. Slightly glazed from the alcohol, but mostly dark due to lust. "The fact that you're making me wait is driving me crazy, Amanda," he said. "just imagine when I finally get to feel you naked underneath me." He removes a strand of hair behind my ear. "What am I going to do until then?"

"You can kiss me," I purr, "there's no harm in diving in for a little kiss."

"I love you, Amanda," Freddie slurs. He presses his lips upon mine; his tongue prods against my lower lip, pleading for entrance. I oblige, and allow his tongue to explore my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his neck even tighter, fisting my hand into his hair. I suck on his lower lip as he returns the gesture, and soon I can taste the moist texture of his lips; lingering with an alcoholic residue of champagne. As he forces his tongue even deeper into my mouth, I let out an unwanted moan.

"We need to..." I breathe, pulling away slightly. "we need to stop."

"If I didn't respect you so damn much," Freddie says. "I would have responded with something along the lines of, 'What if I don't want to stop?'" he pulls away and catches his breath. "Would you like for me to take ye back to your hotel?" he asks.

"Sure," I reply. "I'm getting pretty tired anyway."

Freddie wraps his arm around my waist. "Then let's go," he says. "and while we are at your room, I can get us room service. I'm a bit hungry."

"You should have eaten the rest of your steak," I poke at his stomach, smirking. "I already finished mine."

"You keep talking to me like that," Freddie continues, staggering to the entrance. "and I'll have to bend you over the car seat and spank you."

"You're a bit bold when you're drunk." I retort.

"I'm only bold because you bring that side of me." Freddie replies. "It's not the drink, it's you."

When Brian pulls up to the same parking spot, Freddie opens the door for me. As I make my way inside the luxurious vehicle, I smile up at him. "Well, Mr. Highmore," I say. "I'm flattered."

Making our way into my hotel room, I immediately head into the bathroom to pee while Freddie makes his way to the bed. Once I'm done, I make my way to the hotel phone and call in for room service. Freddie wanted broccoli cheddar soup of all things, and I wanted a chocolate creame pie.

It took about an hour to get everything delivered, but while we waited, Freddie and I watched TV without really watching anything. We were too consumed in kissing each other. I loved the feeling of his tongue licking my lips, exploring my mouth. I loved how his hands remained in one place, even if he wanted to go further.

"You're so beautiful," he says to me. "I would love to have you in my arms right now. Just the thought of me making you moan like you did earlier drives me wild." He places a few light kisses against my nose, smiling as he did so. "So, are you certain you'd like to sign the contract?" he asks.

"I can read it first, right?" I ask.

"Yes, of course." Freddie says. "I'll hand it to you on Monday morning when you check out of here."

With a knock on the door, the personnel for room service arrived. We thanked the waiter and Freddie gave him a rather large tip.

We then dug in to our food, and enjoyed the night among us.

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   With his eyes closed, lips parted slightly, and hair disheveled, I lied awake, watching Freddie sleep. He looked so peaceful; sleeping soundly. I wondered what he was dreaming about.

As I, too, begin to drift, I thought about the contract and what it could contain. I've never been in a relationship with anyone before, much less one with a dominant such as Freddie. I don't exactly know what it is that draws me to this beautiful man, but one thing's for sure: I wanted him to be a part of my world.

My eyes begin to close, and as I let sleep take over, I feel a slight shift go below my head and pull me close. I open my eyes slightly, finding myself resting on Freddie's chest as he holds onto me; his scent pulling me into an intoxicated state.

I find myself slowly beginning to fade. As I dream, I pray that I'd never wake up from this moment. It was pure paradise.

And I never wanted to come down.

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