Choosing Home

Chapter Twelve

Besides, Ben had kissed someone else. Wasn't it only fair that she got some enjoyment from someone willing to give it to her? It didn't hurt that Freddy seemed to hate Mal and see how evil she was just as much as Audrey did!

"What are you—this isn't proper—" Audrey gasped as Freddy's lips started to trail down her neck.

"But you won't stop me will you darling? I can tell you like it," Freddy told her, his dark chuckles vibrating against her skin.

Audrey bit her lip slightly, all of her lessons at war with her new wickedness. It was true; she didn't know what he was doing but each kiss to her neck sent mini shockwaves down her back. She couldn't help but mewl softly, her nails digging into his shirt.

"I told you, you liked it darling," Freddy said, chuckling once more. "Let's move someplace a little more...comfortable shall we?"

"What do you mean...?" Audrey asked, her voice soft as she panted slightly.

"Well I'm fine torturing Charming like this," Freddy said, a slight growl to his voice as the pounding on the closet door continued in the background, "but I believe a Queen such as yourself should enjoy her privacy. Even a witch Queen. If memory serves, there's a bedroom in this cottage isn't there?"

"Up the stairs, second doorway," Audrey said, her voice soft as a small shiver of anticipation went through her.

"Then let's go," Freddy said with a smirk as he stepped to the side and held out his arm, as if gesturing for Audrey to go first. "After you, your highness."

Audrey couldn't help but smirk back at him, walking forward and grabbing his hand as she led him up the stairs. Finally, there was someone treating her like the Queen she was. Arriving in the room, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"This was my mother's old room," she said, her voice low as Freddy walked in.

"Hardly worthy of someone of her station," Freddy said as he looked around. "She should have been raised in a castle, no thanks to that witch Maleficent."

"It runs in the family. Maleficent ruined my mother's life and her daughter ruined mine," Audrey told him, a growl audible in her voice.

Freddy shook his head. "If there's one thing my father taught me, it's how to punish the wicked," he said with a smirk. "You'll get your revenge your highness. I guarantee it."

"Oh I know," Audrey said as she stepped closer but leaving a gap between them. "But for the moment...revenge can have a back seat to pleasure."

"Then where were we?" Freddy smirked, pulling Audrey closer to him as if to close the gap she had left. He began to resume trailing kisses down Audrey's neck—smirking as he felt the shivers shoot through her skin.

"What you're about to experience your highness, those pampered princess wouldn't even dream of giving you," he purred against her neck.

"I think the real question is why are you still talking when you could be showing me exactly what you mean?" Audrey asked, a playful growl to her voice. Freddy growled back as he kissed her possessively once more, practically shoving her onto the bed. Just as Audrey landed on her back, Freddy climbed on to the bed and on top of her.

Shudders streamed through her body once more and her nails dug into the fabric of his shirt. She fought the urge to rip it, she had never done this before. She couldn't help but gasp as he pulled away from her neck to bite at her collarbone.

Freddy smirked at the sound of her gasp, continuing to bite and enjoying the feeling of her nails through his shirt. "I'd say tear it off your highness but I haven't another shirt," he whispered. "Unless you think I could fit into Charming's?"