(Preview of I'M In Control Now)
Summary: We all know it's fun to read about Freddie dominating Carly. But...what if it was, I don't know, the other way around? (Strong BDSM, language, NO KIDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)
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Carly will admit it, she loved being dominated by Freddie. She loved being submissive to him. It was weird, that's something you wouldn't expect from a little prissy girly-girl like her let alone a girl like Sam. Sam would always want control. But Sam learned of how Carly and Freddie usually spent their "alone" time and said that wasn't acceptable.
"Carls, you can't let him boss you around like that all the time!" she told her.
"Sam, I don't mind it." Carly said. "It's actually kinda hot the way he does it."
"Oh, so you like getting your ass whipped for really no reason at all?" Sam asked.
Carly looked down. Now that Sam had mentioned it, he butt was still sore from 5 nights ago...
"You have to get him back." Sam said. "And I know how."
So, here Carly stood. Outside Freddie's apartment door, wondering what the hell to do next. She had what she needed (somehow Sam had gotten a hold of his gym bag) so she was physically ready. Just not mentally.
You have to get him back. she thought to herself, reminding herself of her still burning backside.
Carly took a deep breath, and opened the door slowly. It creaked and she winced, waiting for Freddie's dragon of a mother to come chew her out and ask her why she was coming to see Freddie so late. Carly wanted to leave right then, but refreshed her memory that Mrs. Benson worked nights. No one was here but Freddie. She forced herself to continue on.
His bedroom door was open, Carly crept inside and placed the gym bag on the floor.