“I know…” I trail off.
“Oh, God… That means you’ve… you’ve seen…” he’s stuttering so bad, I just want to kiss his lips to still them.
“That I’ve seen… what, darlin’? That I’ve seen the way you wrap those fingers around your cock and pleasure yourself? That I’ve seen the way you like to make yourself feel good? That I now know how to do it myself for when we see each other again? The answer is yes. And I fucking loved every second of it because you’reperfect.Your body is perfect, your cock is perfect, and those noises you make…Fuck.Those are incredible. I can’t wait to hear them in my ear again.”
Madison’s face is bright red, and it looks like he’s about to swallow his tongue.
“Don’t look so surprised, my treat. It’s not like I haven’t tasted you already.”
“Shit,” he hisses, and I love it because I know he so rarely swears. “I don’t need the reminder.”
“You don’t?” I tease. “Think about it enough already?”
“Yes,” he admits easily, and I grin. Oh, that’s just perfect.
My treat is incredible.
“Are you thinking about it right now?” I ask lowly, leaning in closer to the screen.
“Y-yes…” he stutters, and my heart soars.
Gotcha.
Chapter Twenty-One
Give Me a Prize
Madison
My dick is rock hard, and I hate it… but I can’t help how good it feels, despite the situation.
I’m terrified because I know he’s watching me, but I… I think I like that he’s watching me. I don’t know. I’m so confused, I don’t know what to do.
“Quit thinking, little mouse. Just listen to the sound of my voice.”
“Easier said than done,” I mutter, face flushing as I fall back on my bed to stare up at the ceiling.
“Close your eyes.”
And I do.
“Good boy. Now, I want you to reach down and undo the button of your jeans. Yes. Just like that.”
I let out a slow, deep breath and allow myself to follow the command of Cedrick’s voice. It’s calm and soft and exactly what I need. It makes my mind go a little fuzzy as I flick the button open and push the zipper down.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself. Just do what feels good.”
“I… I can’t…” I stutter, fingers freezing right at the entrance of my boxers. I’m trembling with the desire, but I just…
“Yes,” he tells me. “You can. You want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m telling you to.”
“Oh, God.” I tremble. And with tears pricking my eyes, I shove my hand inside and wrap my fingers around my dick. The sensation is euphoric, and I toss my head back with a groan as I start stroking myself in a frenzy.
I can’t seem to control it, but the moment I start, I can’t stop. My blood burns hotter than ever before, and my arm moves of its own volition.
