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"Where are you?" Sir asks from the other end of the line. I can hear the highway in the background of whatever rest stop he must have pulled over at.
What state is he in today? How many miles separate us now? My heart tries to lodge itself in my throat, but I swallow it down, and force myself to speak.
"I'm at the library," I whisper into my phone. I'm breaking one rule (taking a phone call) while obeying another (whispering in whispers only zone). That even things out, right? Not that it matters. I have to pick up Sir's calls. Whenever he rings, I'm to drop whatever I'm doing and answer him.
It doesn't matter where I am, what I'm doing, or who I'm with.
Sir is my dominant. When he calls, I answer.
"How cute, a little study session. Such a good student."
Sir's voice on the other end of the line is liquid lust. Heat flushes across my face and rushes down my groin, making me twitch in my jeans. Good thing it's near closing time and most of the library has cleared out. I'm almost alone. Holed up at one of the study desks, surrounded by highlighted note cards and hefty textbooks.
Nobody is directly around to see me breaking a rule...or watch how I'm getting all hot and bothered out in public.
"Let's take a break," Sir chuckles. "Go into the restroom and get into a stall. Kneel here. Tell me when it's done."
I stand up from my chair, shoving my phone into the pocket of my jacket without hanging up. I leave behind my bag and books. As I make a beeline for the nearest restroom, I pass a trio of jock-types at a group study table huddled around one of their phones. They're all snickering at what's on the screen, probably watching something stupid. Or gross.
Their snickers break into boisterous laughter, their amusement slicing through the silent halls of the library. At least I'm not the only one breaking the rules. Library rules, that is. I obey Sir's rules down to the letter, entering the restroom, and walk to the very last stall.
The whole restroom is empty. Hopefully, it'll stay that way. My fingers shake with anticipation as I lower myself to the floor. I assume the position as instructed: on my knees.
My judgment of those jocks comes back to bite me.
I assumed they were watching something disgusting, yet look at what I'm doing right now. There's nomaybeabout me. I'm the dirty one. Obeying the orders of another man over the phone. Doing whatever he tells me to do. No matter how embarrassing or outrageous his demands.
The shame of it all, the dark depths of my own desires, makes me blush...and makes me so hard it hurts. I take a deep breath to steady myself before I fish my phone out of my pocket. Carefully, I hold it up to my ear.
"I'm doing it." I'm still whispering. "What now, Sir?"
"My pretty thing." I can hear the smirk in Sir's voice. "Never fails to amaze when you do as you're told. And you always do exactly as you're told, don't you?"
"Yes." I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. "I...I love obeying."
And Sir loves to do this.
He'll call from who knows where and tell me to go kneel or bend over. Usually, I'm in my dorm room when it happens, but sometimes he'll catch me out in public.
Like he has right now.
I can't wait to see what he'll do to me tonight. These little surprise sessions are always fun. It's a way to keep us connected and our relationship strong, even though Sir's trucking work and my studies keep us separated.
It's been almost two whole weeks since I've seen Sir face to face. Yet not a day goes by without texts or a call. He never leaves me alone. Not for long. And he's made...arrangements that keep me busy and leave me satisfied.
"Have you been good?" Sir asks. "Keeping your body pretty? Your belly fed? That brain busy? You're mine; you best remember that. I take care of what belongs to me. Gotta take care of yourself when I ain't there."
"I've been good, Sir. I promise."
I bite down hard on my bottom lip and press the heel of my palm against my crotch. I'm desperate for a little relief. I'm hot and hard all over. Even my nipples are visible through my white t-shirt.
"Prove it then. I wanna see how good you're being for me right now. Send a selfie and call me right back."
Sir hangs up on me.
I scramble to hold my phone and snap a photo of myself. Do I bother trying to make it sexy? Should I expose myself? No, best to just do exactly as Sir said. If he had wanted something specific, it would have been part of the order.
