The call rings, and I fight the urge to lay into her if she picks up, reminding myself that Daddy Dom doesn’t know she’s skipping class.
“Hey! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today,” she says as if she’s out of breath. I don’t recognize her background as her dorm room or her bedroom at her parents’ house.
“Where are you?” I snap.
“Well, hello to you too,” she mocks as I clench my teeth.
“I don’t recognize the background is what I meant,” I say a little softer. “Hey, pet.”
“I’m at my other home away from home, Alyx’s apartment. He’s at the restaurant right now, so I’m by myself.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“Jeez, do you have my schedule memorized or something? Why are you so obsessed with me?” she says sarcastically.
I grin behind my mask. “You have no idea,” I murmur. “Just answer the question.”
“Well, I was supposed to be in Professor A-hole’s class, but I decided to skip since he was such a jerk last week. I can’t wait till this semester is over and I’m done seeing him every week.”
It seems I’ve done too good a job at pushing her away as Professor Ali that I doubt she’ll ever link my private personato my public one. And fuck if I’m not reminded of her speech and paper onHenry Vand that very topic during her first semester in my class. Maybe it’s better if she hates him—it’ll make breaking this off easier.
“You shouldn’t be skipping class, pet.”
“Is that a rule I’m supposed to follow, sir?” she says huskily, and my cock jerks in my pants.
Running a palm along my length to ease the tension, I blow out a deep breath. “Fuck, you know how sexy your obedience is to me.”
“Is it?” she says coyly.
“Strip,” I bark, and she obeys easily.
“What about my earbuds?” she asks, pointing to her ears.
“You can keep those in. Now, get on the bed and spread your legs. Let me see how you touch yourself.”
She props the phone up, most likely on a nightstand next to the bed and lies back.
“No, pet. I want to see your cunt. See the way your fingers glisten as you plunge them in and out. Watch as you play with your clit until you're covered in your cum.”
She complies, moving the pillows so she can prop herself up, lying diagonally on the bed. When she parts her legs, baring her pussy to me, I suck in a breath.
“I wish you were here.” She reaches between her legs and teases her lips.
“Me too.” Fuck, if only I could hear the noises she makes as she pushes a finger in and out, spreading her wetness.
“Oh gosh, this feels so good.”
“That’s it. Pinch your clit with one hand and fuck your fingers with the other. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh God, yes,” she moans.
I undo my belt and pull out my cock, aching to be free of its confines as it stretches up my stomach, peeking out of the top of my boxer briefs. I debate what to show her. She’s never seen my cock, but I figure this is the safest way toplay with her, because if we were in person right now, there’d be nothing stopping me from filling her up with my cum.
“Can I see you?” Her voice is breathy, pleading.
There’s no way I can deny her when she asks like that. I prop the phone up against some pillows and lie back.
“Where are your tattoos? I want to see them.” She’s writhing on the bed, her eyes hooded as she stares up at the screen.
