He lets out a sound that might have been a word if it wasn’t so garbled. Whatever it was meant to be, it’s delicious and makes me shiver. I add a slight twist as I carry on stroking myself.
“Are you still stroking your nipple?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His voice is raspy and needy. Perfect.
“Fuck yourself with your finger, nice and slow. In. And out. In. And out.”
“Oh, Daddy.”
“Are you feeling more relaxed now?”
“Yes.”
“Use two fingers now, sweet boy. Push as deep as you can.”
The noises streaming out of his mouth make my cock ache even more. I rub my hand up and down a little faster. Not that I want to come before he does, and I want to draw his pleasure out as much as possible.
“Next time you’re here, I’m going to blindfold you and tie you to the bed. You’ll be at my mercy.”
“What will you do to me, Daddy?” Corey gasps.
“I’ll start with what you’re doing now. Although I might use nipple clamps instead of my fingers.”
“Oh.” The word comes out deep and throaty.
“And I’ll play with your arse so long you’ll be begging me to fuck you. Fuck your fingers now, sweet boy. Move your hips and imagine you’re fucking mine.”
I listen to his pants and moans and the rustle of the bed sheets. I close my eyes, imagining his hips rising and falling as he bears down on his fingers again and again.
“Use three fingers, sweet boy. I want you to fill yourself. You need to be nice and stretched for that dildo.”
“I’d rather be nice and stretched for your cock, Daddy.”
“Tell me how much you want that.”
“I want to see your cock vanishing inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for days.”
I smile, glad that he’s relaxing enough to talk dirty at me.
“You’ll feel so good inside me,” he goes on.
“Where will we be?”
“Damn, I don’t know.”
“Tell me,” I command.
“You’ll fuck me over your table. Or in your shower, against the tiles. I’ve seen your shower.”
“The one in the en suite?”
“Yes, it’s easily big enough for two.”
“It is. Tell me more about that fantasy as you fuck your fingers, Corey.”
“It’ll be hot and steamy. The shower screen will be all misted up, except for where my hand is pressing against it.”
“Only one hand?”
