“Can’t,” he repeated in a cracked whisper, panting through the phone line so hard that I could barely catch his words. “Please. God. Just… fu—uudge. Keep… keep talking to me. Keep… keep talking, Daddy.”
A fierce, possessive satisfaction ripped through me. He’d tried to obey me.
Well, sort of.
“If you don’t stop touching yourself, you’re going to be in trouble,” I growled.
He moaned, long and low and deep, like he couldn’t help himself. Then, still panting, “What… what… what kind of... trouble?”
“You’ll find out when you’re bent over my knee,” I promised, giving in and starting to stroke myself again. “When I spank you like you asked for. Spank you like you need. Spank you like you’rebeggingme to.”
I’d actually never spanked a guy in my life, but with my eyes closed and Jordan panting in my ear, I could suddenly picture it so clearly that I almost shot right then and there.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it, baby?” I pushed him. “That’s why you keep sassing me? You want me to heat that incredible ass of yours up, turn it so red that it’s glowing. Make it hot and sore and all mine, so you can’t forget who you belong to. So you know you’re Daddy’s good boy. That Daddy takes care of you. That you—”
“I’m going to come,” he whispered, the words almost drowned out by the wet, obscene sound of his hand flying over his dick, so fast that it must look like a blur. “Daddy…Daddy… I’m going to come for you.”
“Not yet,” I gritted out, so close myself that I could barely think.
“Please.”
Heat rolled down my spine. He wasasking. He wanted me in charge… and damn if that wasn’t exactly what I wanted, too.
“Not…yet,” I panted.
“Oh God,please. Please, Daddy. I have to, I have to, Ihave to.”
“Jordan… baby… Jesus, sweetheart,” I babbled, his face as clear in my mind’s eye as if he’d been right in front of me. I’d pictured it so many times. Watched him. Fantasized about him just like this, with my hand on my cock and his husky voice panting my name.
Except no, not just like this. This was better. This was real. I was his—
“Daddy,” he suddenly shouted. “I can’t—”
“Come, baby,” I gasped, shooting over my fist. “Come for Daddy now. Do it.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck oh holy shittingfuck,” he groaned, the sound of his satisfaction rolling through me and pushing my own orgasm even higher. So high that my knees went weak.
I staggered, almost tripping over Ellen, and forced my eyes open, still breathing hard. Cum soaked my fist as I clutched the phone in my other hand, tight enough that my knuckles were white, and blinked at my living room, almost shocked to see it instead of Jordan’s sweat-soaked, sated smile in front of me.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it for a second, half convinced I’d made the whole thing up, but nope. The call was still connected. That had actually just happened.
I brought it back to my ear, trying to catch my breath. “Jordan?”
“Damn,Daddy,” he said, his voice like slow syrup, satisfied and sleepy. “Haven’t come that hard in… fuck. Ever?”
“Language,” I said, holding my breath.
Was that it, then? Because he was back to cursing, and that “Daddy” he’d just given me hadn’t sounded… well, sincere.
Jordan chuckled, then audibly yawned. “I was hoping for an actual fuck tonight, but I’m all wore out now,” he said, yawning again. “But you want to hook up for real sometime, dude?”
“Yes,” I said, still holding my softening dick and sure of that answer, even if I wasn’t quite sure what else I was feeling.
Elated?
Disappointed?
Frozen in shock and awe?
