Me: Samantha’s outside. I’m in the bathroom.
Daddy: Good. I want you to make a video for me.
Callum’s cock throbbed at the instruction. He didn’t even know what Jack wanted him to do, but the exchange reminded him very much of the way their relationship had begun.
Me: What do you want me to do?
Daddy: Take your cock out of your pants. Stare at yourself in the mirror while you fuck your fist. Take a really good look at yourself, Callum, and when you’re ready to come - don’t.
Me: This sounds familiar.
Daddy: You don’t have much time, kitten. You’ve done this before. You know how it works. The only thing different is this time I want to watch.
Callum looked around the bathroom, trying to find the best angle, deciding to prop his phone on the top of the toilet so it could record the reflection of his face and his cock in the same shot. He pressed the record button and pulled himself out of his pants, wrapping a tight fist around his already hard length.
He focused on his reflection in the mirror, making slow pulls up his shaft. He felt more comfortable looking at himself now. He saw himself the way Jack saw him. He pulled his shirt up and held it under his chin, dragging his hand back down his chest and abdomen to his balls.
His strokes quickened, the throb of his heartbeat steady under his shaft. His hand was slick now, coated with precum. Callum’s eyes fell closed and he imagined the feeling of Jack’s hot breath in his ear.
He curled a hand around the edge of the bathroom sink, leaning forward as his orgasm approached. The need with which he needed to come was painful. His desire ran hot and tight through every part of his body.
He panted, pumping his cock into his first feverishly, pushing himself further than he had the first time Jack had him play this game. Callum jerked his cock until his skin was flushed crimson and the initial tingling of orgasm vibrated inside his bones had already began to crest.
With an agonized groan he let go of his cock, wrapping his other hand around the edge of the sink. His dick pulsed and jumped, its swollen tip shiny and slick in the bright fluorescent light of the bedroom. Precum leaked from his slit and pooled on the counter.
Callum ended the recording and sent it to Jack.
Me: Daddy
Daddy: Tell me, kitten.
Me:It hurts. I’m so hard.
Daddy: I’m going to watch you now, kitten.
Four minutes later, Callum’s cock was still hard, still sore. He shoved it back into his pants with a grimace while he waited for Jack to respond.
Daddy: When you watch yourself, what do you see?
Me: Your husband.
Daddy: I love you. I love the way you ache for me.
Me: I love you.
Daddy: Our guests should be there soon.
Me: When can I come????
Daddy: You have people to entertain, including me.
Me: Daddy!
Daddy: You’re my husband, but your orgasms are always mine and I’m not ready to give you this one yet.
The doorbell chimed and Callum gritted out a muffled scream into the back of his arm.
Daddy: It won’t be long, kitten. When it feels too much to bear, think about how happy it makes me when you work for it.
