“It’sDaddy,” I corrected him. “Let me hear you say it.”
The silence dragged out almost long enough to make me second-guess myself, but then, a little breathlessly, Jordan whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
My cock started to throb, and I ground the heel of my hand against it.
“Good boy,” I said hoarsely, pretty sure I was having another out-of-body experience. “Are you—” I had to stop and clear my throat, “—are you done being a brat now?”
He paused. Then, “What if I say no… Daddy?”
I grinned, then scrubbed a hand over my mouth to hide it, even though he couldn’t see me.
“I think I justtoldyou what would happen,” I said, making sure I sounded stern instead of giddy. “Is that what you’re hoping for? You want Daddy to give you the spanking you told Santa you needed? Because I promise you, Jordan, if I ever get you bare-assed and over my knee, I won’t stop until youdocream.”
I heard the sound of rustling. Then, breathlessly, “Holy shit, you just got me so fucking hard.”
I wasn’t a prude—profanity had a time and a place—but now he was just outright goading me, wasn’t he?
“You must need that spanking bad, baby,” I said, my balls tingling and my dick hard enough to pound nails. “Because I’m pretty sure I told you to watch your mouth.”
I heard a littlesnick, like he’d just opened something. “Are you… ahhhhh, fuck. You saying you don’t… don’t like my mouth?”
I groaned, only realizing my hand was still covering my dick when it jerked against my palm, eager to be let loose from the confines of my pants. Not my fault, though, because Jordan’s mouth? I most definitelydidlike it. It was wide and plush, pouty even when he smiled, always shiny in a way that made it look utterly lickable… but that would look even better wrapped around my cock.
And him bringing that up right now? He was definitely playing dirty.
Actually, it sounded like he wasn’t justplayingdirty...
“What are you doing?” I asked, almost positive that I could hear a distinct, wet thwapping sound in the background now.
“What do you think I’m doing, Daddy?” Jordan asked, that husky voice of his stroking my dick right through the phone, just like what it sounded like he was doing to his own, in real time. “I told you…fucking fuck.” He was definitely panting now. “You got me so hard, talking about all those things you promised... to do... to my ass.”
“Put your dick away,” I told him sharply, rubbing mine through my pants and then, unable to resist, unzipping and pulling it out.
He laughed, another breathless, sex-saturated sound that made my head spin.
“Not... happening,” he panted. “But keep…fuck, Daddy. Keep talking to me like that. Your voice is… is fucking everything. Can’t believe you’re younger than me with a voice like that. I shit you… shit you not, I can feel those low tones in my… in my motherfuckingballs.”
I closed my eyes, groaning as I started to stroke myself, too.Jesus. I… he… Jordan Wendt was beating off to the sound of my voice. I was getting him off.Me.
But Jordan Wendt was also disobeying his Daddy.
“Jordan,” I growled, my eyes snapping back open as I pictured the smirk he probably had on his face right now.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Say my name again, Daddy. Just like that.”
“You arenotbeing good for me, Jordan,” I said, precum dripping out of my slit as I stopped stroking and squeezed the base of my cock in an attempt to slow things down. “No more cursing.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, the sound of thwapping speeding up.
My palm tingled, tightening around my own shaft as I imagined being the one taking care of his. In charge of his pleasure. Having him obey me because he knew I’d get him there… trusted me to push him higher… wanted what only I could give him.
I swallowed, throbbing in my own hand.
“I told you to put your dick away,” I gritted out.
“Can’t,” he moaned. “Fuck.”
“Jordan,” I snapped, my balls pulling up tight, even though I was barely touching myself now. “Be good for me.”
