Loving, Owen. [MXM]

3 - Harsh reality

A/N: I know I started this whole thing in Third Pov but I wanna try to add some first-person into it so I'll be switching between.

Sorry in advance if it bothers some.

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ELIJAH REED

"You know I hate coming here, Freya," I huffed, manspreading myself along the sofa before leaning back and letting my body relax.

"I'm sorry, Elijah not all of us gave up our life of Dominance," Freya stated, she herself, man- spreading along the sofa not giving one fuck.

She was a Dominatrix preferably toward women.

And let me tell you women loved her.

Freya was a beautiful woman if I say so myself, her darker skin tone, rich and smooth, her curvaceous body, and her dominating presence said it all.

She would look scary to some since she had some amount tattoos and piercings.

She and I had become best friends over doing business together and we shares some interests in what some would call strange since it was a BDSM club, which Freya owned.

I'm dominant at least I was until I decided to give up that part of me.

At the Club anyways.

I left the life of dominating boys and becoming some little's daddy.

Not since my last submissive did me.

Now my days are filled with work and reminiscing the days of my old life with my best friend Freya.

"You know why,"  I growled feeling hurt that she would bring that up.

"Yes, I do," she sighed flipping back her locs.

They had gotten longer the last time I saw her.  It was not long before she'd cut them into a bob again.

Freya wasn't fawn with her locs being long.

Too heavy she says.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you remember but how is everything going with you?" Freya questioned although with her exterior she seemed harsh and strict she was a big softie when it came to the people she loved.

"Found a new assistant yet?" Just as Freya had asked that question, I had mentally groaned.

The cute little face which I was desperately trying hard to forget immediately popped right back up into my brain.

"What?" Freya quried.

"To answer your question, yes I did but it seems that my new assistant is quite too cute for my liking," I admitted making Freya laugh.

I didn't want to say or admit it but something about Owen gave me a frustrating itch.

And I knew just was that itch was. The need to dominate.

"It's not funny, the way that little boy would flicker his eyes down every time he talks to me or the way he fidgets and stutters on his words I-"