“I…” he begins.
“Did you mean it?” I ask tentatively.
“Y-yes.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“I do, Daddy. I love you.” He sounds shocked. “I… haven’t been in love with anyone since Caroline,” he says in a quiet voice. “And the way I felt about her doesn’t compare to how I feel about you.”
“How do you feel?”
“Happy. When I’m with you, I feel like a better version of myself. You make it seem like anything’s possible. You take my worries and make them fly away. You…” He sucks in a breath. “You’re amazing, Spence.”
“So are you, sweet boy.”
“I’m sorry if it’s too soon or too much or—”
“Sweet boy,” I say, interrupting him.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“It’s not too soon or too much. I love you too.”
“Really?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I… I don’t know. Because we haven’t known each other that long?”
“Long enough,” I assure him.
“Now Ireallywish we were together. We should be kissing and holding each other, not miles apart, talking on the phone.”
“There’s lots we can do on the phone.”
“There is?”
His question leads me to think he’s never engaged in sexy talk over the phone.
“Plenty,” I say in the most seductive tone I can muster.
“What do you have in mind?”
I drink some more beer as I think. We could masturbate and listen to each other’s moans over the phone, but I want to do something that will remind him I’m his Daddy, whether we’re in the same room or not.
“Do you have any toys?”
“One,” Corey whispers.
I raise my eyebrows at that. I know Corey can be reserved at times, but he also let me fuck him at Hamish’s kink party in front of other people. Why would he sound so self-conscious about having a sex toy? Or maybe he’s embarrassed that he only has one.
“What is it?” I ask.
“A dildo.”
I’ll demand a better description than that later once we’re both more comfortable. “Go to your bedroom.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
