My second-round erection had definitely started to flag after the misdirection in our conversation, but if I ignored the words and thought about the end result, it was right back in full force between my legs. I secretly loved the idea of living with Hunter. I loved the possibility of him wanting to be more dominant with me. That didn’t mean I was ready to let go of my own dominance, and I didn’t think he’d ever ask that of me, but still…
“Are you hard?” Hunter asked.
I slid my hand down my stomach and circled my thumb and finger around the base of my half-mast dick. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed after filming or editing, which had turned out to be great now considering the easy access to my dick.
“Yeah,” I told him. Hunter was silent, and I swallowed hard before correcting myself and saying, “Yes, Sir.”
I went from half-hard to rigid enough to facet diamonds in the blink of an eye.
“I don’t want you to come,” he said quietly.
I pictured him at work, sitting behind a desk in his expensive slacks and his crisp button-up. He had a purple tie on when he’d left in the morning, and I envisioned him smoothing one hand down the top of it like he hadn’t just exploded my brain. If someone were to see him, they’d think he was discussing a deposition or whatever lawyers did. They definitely wouldn’t think he was setting my entire nervous system on fire.
“I want you to get close, though,” he said. “I want you to touch yourself until you’re right there and then I want you to stop.”
I groaned, rutting into the blankets and finally letting out the scream I’d wanted to loose earlier. On the other end of the call, Hunter laughed at me.
“Can you do that for me?”
“I’m sure I can.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised me. “If you come over at the end of the night. I’ll be done with dinner by nine.”
It was barely one in the afternoon.
“That’s an eternity from now,” I whined.
“It’s not so long,” he said. “Prove to me you brought yourself right to the edge, and I’ll make it worth your while after dinner. Deal?”
“I don’t think these kind of relationships involve bartering,” I grumbled.
“Don’t they?”
I bit the inside of my cheek and wanted to curse wherever he was getting all of his extremely correct information about BDSM. It was almost unfair how naturally it all came to him. It was much easier for him than it was for me. Hunter had taken to dominance and submission like a fish to water, and I thought of Keith’s partner Justin. And that wasn’t to say dominance was work for me, but dominance was safety and it was protection,and I did actually like it. But submission offered me those things too. At least, it offered them to me with Hunter.
“Any other requests?” I asked.
“Would you wear a plug for me?”
Heat raced up my spine, and I wanted to throw a blanket over Feeny’s tank for how embarrassing it was to burn as hot as I did at the very simple question. “Are you telling me to?”
“I’m asking if you want to.”
It was almost unfair, I decided, for Hunter to be so accommodating. He had never tried to force submission out of me, and I was certain he never would.
“Will it make you hard?” I whispered.
“Knowing you’re stretching your hole for me all day?” He laughed, rather sardonically. “Yeah, Lincoln. That will make me hard.”
“Then yes.”
“Film your video first,” he said. “Get as close as you can without actually coming and then stop. Edit it however you want and send it to me. Then I want you to shower and prep yourself. And after you’re clean for me, I want you to film yourself putting the plug in and send me that one too.”
“Who are you?” I rasped, precum smearing across my sheets like a Vegas hotel fountain. “And what have you done with Hunter Covington?”
There was the briefest pause, and then he asked, “Was that too much?”
“No!” My voice was so fucking loud. How desperate. I cleared my throat and started again, “No. It was…it was perfect. I just didn’t expect you to be so bold.”
