Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter seventeen:

-- C H A P T E R
S E V E N T E E N --

"I'm a dominant." he finally says, his eyes scanning at me. Freddie was searching for something, but I couldn't figure out what.

I tilt my head to the side, knitting my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" I ask, not fully understanding.

Freddie sits back in his chair. "I'm a dominant," he repeats. "which is a part of the BDSM lifestyle."

"So, you're like, into whips and chains and all that?" I've heard of BDSM, but the only knowledge I had on it was that it was very brutal and involved pain.

The man across from me snickers. "You can say that, yeah." He replied. "However, I'm not a Christian Grey type of Dom." he pauses for a moment, then continues. "I'm a Daddy Dominant."

"Why are you telling me this, Freddie?" I ask him, for the first time since I've known him I've gotten around to using his first name.

He bites his lip, and then narrows his eyes at me once again; leaning forward on the desk now.

"Because I would like for you to be my little girl."

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