Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter thirty-nine:

-- C H A P T E R
T H I R T Y - N I N E --

"There isn't much to think about," Freddie replies. "then again, I've been in your shoes." He sighs. "Forgive me for my attempt at trying to control your decision, I wasn't intending to do so. It's just natural for a business man like myself to try and get things done."

I nod in understanding. "Thank you for understanding me," I state. "is there a deadline I have to make a decision?"

Freddie shakes his head. "No, darling." he says. "the only thing I ask is that you don't take a year to answer my request. I truly want this for us, you will find yourself at great wavelengths."

I smile at him. "I promise I won't take a year," I state. "now, about the collar thing..." I pause, then continue. "am I going to be walking around your house like a dog?"

Freddie tilts his head back, chuckling. "No, no, no," he says in between laughs. "it's like a wedding ring, only it's on your neck, and it shows other Dominants that you belong to me."

"Will we be going to any events?" I inquire.

Freddie takes a moment to respond. "I don't really attend BDSM parties, mostly because of my hectic schedule. However, if the opportunity arises, and if you're interested, we can go. That way you get a better perspective of what my choice of lifestyle is like." He looks at me, then, and asks me: "How did you know there are BDSM parties?"

I shrug. "If there are bachelor and bachelorette parties, I assumed there'd be parties for your world, too."

    "I see," his eyes are still on me, then he brings his face closer to mine. "let's stop talking about the contract for awhile," he murmurs. "I want to kiss you. I've been wanting to all day."

His lips clasp my lower lip as we connect. I place my hand behind his head and pull him close. With a jolt of surprise, I am now on his lap; straddling him as our lips continue to greet each other.

   This time, with this kiss, Freddie's hands roam more prominently than the last time we made out. My hands were tugging at his hair strands, and an overwhelming need to have him closer sprang through me. I wanted this, I wanted more of him.

As if sensing my desire, Freddie looks at me, catching his breath. "I think we should talk about the contract again," he states. "I'm sorry, I just thought of something while we were doing this."

I didn't get annoyed. I know Freddie was a respectable man. I haven't exactly said I was ready to have sex with him yet, even with my hormones in tact, I knew that this kind of intimacy would change things between us.

   "You're okay," I get off of his lap and sit back down in my chair. "what's on your mind?"

   "While I was kissing you, and sensing a mutual need, I was wondering if you had any safe words you'd like to have when we finally reach that level in our relationship," he pauses, then continues. "you can choose any safe word you'd like: like oatmeal or rose petal. Something that we both know will have us stop whatever you're not comfortable with."

"I think rose petal will be good," I say. "can we have a safe word for when we are wanting to be sexual and we're out in public?"

  "Yes," he says. He writes down the safe word on his own contract. "I suggest you write your choice of safe word on your contract; it's to keep record in case we need a reference."