Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter fifty-one:

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F I F T Y - O N E --

Wrapping his arms around my waist, Freddie pulls me close to him. He captures my face with his hands, giving me a firm kiss on the lips. I instantly kiss back, and soon our lips our moving in sync; the battle between our tongues evident in trying to win dominance.

I tug on Freddie's hair, loving the feel of its texture. Hearing him moan against me gave me that same, tingling sensation down below, and there was nothing more I wanted than to be close to Freddie. Right here, right now.

"You're going to make it hard for me to be good if you keep doing what you're doing," Freddie muffles against my lips.

"Maybe I don't want you to be good," I smirk, tugging at his hair again. "maybe I want you to be bad."

Freddie bites down on my lower lip hard. He then trails his lips down to my neck, where he nips at my skin; causing me to moan and tighten my grip on his hair while my fingers entangle themselves in it. Freddie pins me against the wall, rapidly unbuttoning my shirt without remorse. And there I stood: in my bra, with only my jeans on. I then proceed to take off Freddie's shirt, only to have him pin my hands above my head as he tries to catch his breath.

"The next time you tell Daddy what to do," he growls, his hot breath fanning against my face. "I might just have to bend you over and spank you." He nips at my lower lip again. "You don't want me to be bad. At least, not yet."

"And why not, Daddy?" I purr, the tip of my tongue poking at his lower lip; wanting entrance yet being flirtatious at the same time.

"Because," Freddie begins, squeezing my hip. "the minute I am, you won't be able to handle what I'm prepared to give you."

"I think I can manage," I reply, smirking. "it's nothing but a bit of pain, more pleasure right?"

"Oh, my dear," Freddie presses himself against me, removing a strand of hair behind my ear with the hand that was on my hip. "with what I'm thinking of doing to you right now, the only pleasure you'll feel will be what happens after I'm done fucking you with your legs shaking." He pulls away from me, scanning at me up and down. "Don't test me, Am." he warns. "Because I will not be able to control myself if you do. I'm hungry for your body, and once I catch my prey, I won't be able to stop."

He walks towards the bed and begins unpacking his suitcase. I let out a breath I hadn't even been holding, butterflies erupting from my stomach at his sentence. Although I liked the idea of Freddie being rough and ambitious with me, I knew not to tease him -- at least, not like I had done a few minutes ago. I had to factor in Freddie's feelings into the way I was talking. I also had to factor in my own feelings towards what I was about to do. Sex was a big choice to make, at least, for someone like me, anyway. And I did want Freddie to continue to respect me.

Grabbing my shirt, I wrapped my arms around Freddie's waist as he is tossing his clothes hastily on the bed. "Hey," I begin, nuzzling his back. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for teasing you like that."

Freddie turns to face me. "I'm sorry if I scared you just now," he said. "I'm not an animal, I do have a conscience and am clear in making decisions," he continues. "I just didn't want to be rough with you especially if you weren't ready, or were unaware of what it feels like."

"What does it feel like, Daddy?" I ask, facing him now.

Freddie plants a kiss on my forehead. "Euphoric," he states. "fast, exhilarating." He rests his hands on my waist once again, looking into my eyes. "I can't wait to give you that experience, but I want you to feel comfortable as I've told you many times before."

"So what we do now?" I ask, now that the heat of the moment was over.

"I say, we can cuddle and begin our Disney movie binge," Freddie suggests. "just because we aren't snogging, doesn't mean I don't have you all to myself. You're mine, princess." He peppers my cheek with multiple kisses, leaving the last one a lingering attribute of affection.

We then get the Disney+ app on the TV and begin our movie binge, starting with Aladdin.

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"No!" Freddie drops the popcorn he had packed on the floor as the scene in the Lion King of  Mufasa's death caves in. Freddie clasps his hand over his mouth, eyes tearing up while Mufasa gets consumed by the ocean of wildebeests galloping in the wind. "Screw you, Scar!" He turns to me, his eyes still watery. "Why did you suggest this movie? It's bloody horrible! Now, what's going to happen to Simba?" He turns back to the TV and all the while Freddie is getting into this, I couldn't help but laugh and admire his childlike behavior. Who would have thought that multi-millionaire Freddie Highmore was a big sucker for Disney movies?

"I could have sworn you'd seen this movie," I reply, Freddie paying little attention to what I was saying. "And Simba is going to --"

He cuts me off by placing a hand in the air. "I'm watching this! I'll give you kisses later, darling! This is very important information I'm needing to take in."

All the while, it's Tamone and Pumba singing Hakuna Matata. I'm guessing watching a meerkat and a warthog singing was as important as buying a car in Freddie's case.

I chuckled, watching my boyfriend enjoy the movie. I really hoped we could have days like this. Days where it's just him and I, being ourselves, with no stress or frustration. More days where we can be together.

Just the two of us.

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