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Wish you all a very Happy, Safe and Merry Christmas. What is more befitting in these stories than to have Queen and Freddie sing to us. The words in this song are very apropos considering the life and times in which we live today. Bless you all.
A now back to the story
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My lovelies, definitely hard-core, but with LOVE!!!!!
"Freddie, I'm hungry. Whatcha got?" Cynthia asked stretching in bed and tickling Freddie's side.
"Me?" Freddie sniggered.
"Freddie, it was three times! I'm hungry, feed me." Cyn pouted.
"Okay kitten, get on your knees and I'll be more than happy to feed you. How does a Mercury milkshake sound?" Freddie grinned.
"FREDDIE!" I'm taking a shower. Call Phoebe and tell him to whip something up, and...I'm famished and showering... alone. Cynthia answered as she quietly locked the bathroom door.
Freddie jumped out of bed determined to surprise Cynthia having a shower with her. He undressed and marched to the bathroom only to find the door locked.
"Bam, bam ,bam, you locked the fucking door? You locked me out of my own bathroom?" Freddie shouted.
"Yep" Cynthia said, "tell Phoebe to make breakfast."
Cynthia continued her shower and smiled as Freddie continued banging on the door. OMG! she thought, "I think I'm falling in love with him."
"Freddie?"
"Mmn?" Freddie answered.
"Is it safe to come out, I mean it. I want to get dressed and have something to eat. I haven't had anything in almost 24 hours." Cynthia whined. I'll play the sick card and make him feel guilty.
"Freddie, you know, I really need to keep my nutrition up after what I've been thru, I'm not really all that well. " Cynthia said meekly.
"CYNTHIA!" Freddie shouted angrily. "Don't you dare pull that guilt shit on me, don't you dare, you know you're fine. Keep it up my dear and you'll find me waiting for you with the paddle brush and it won't be three whacks this time, truly, and on your bare skin, it WILL smart! Now open the damn door and come out!"
The door unlocked and Cynthia stepped out wrapped in two towels and found Freddie wearing his black silk pajama bottoms hanging off his hip looking gorgeous with his arms folded across his chest. His black orbs flashing and furious that she would use her past illness as a ploy.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, young lady." Freddie asked sternly.
Cynthia meekly walked over to him as he stood his ground with his arms still folded looking down at her. She looked up to him coyly and said, "I'm sorry........daddy."
"What did you just call me." Freddie smirked.
"Uh.....daddy?" said Cyn over her shoulder and continued to walk away.
"Oh no you don't. You don't get to say that to me, walk away and start to get dressed" said Freddie as he ran over to Cynthia and picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Freddie jumped next to her and started to pull the towels off of her body. She shrieked as he pulled and at the same time there was a knock on the door. Freddie sat up and yelled, "WHAT?"
YOU ARE READING
A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
