“You might want to check the attitude,” I scolded him. “You knew this was part of the deal, and you said you were willing to do whatever I wanted. Have you changed your mind on that?”
“No, Sir,” he mumbled, keeping eyes lowered. He curled in on himself and wrung his hands. “I’m sorry. Today’s just a shitty day and talking makes me realize you’re really leaving.”
“Which is why we’re going to talk about expectations now. We’ll get that out of the way so I can spend the rest of the day showing you how much you mean to me,” I reminded him. Knowing him, that meant as much sex as possible, but that wasn’t all I wanted to do. The routines we’d set up would help him stay focused, and knowing that he was following the list to please me, would center him. The time we spent curled up on the couch later today watching TV would imprint his home with memories of our time together, so he had more than just a vacation fling to think back on.
While we sipped on our coffee, I ran him through the basics. He gaped at me when I rambled about the importance of eating right and getting a decent amount of sleep. I didn’t miss the smirk when I informed him he was allowed to go out with his friends, but only if he sent me a picture before they left and called when he got home to let me know he was safe.
“But with the time difference, that means it’s going to be after four in the morning your time,” he protested.
“Then I guess I’ll start work early on those days and take a nap in the afternoon.” Anything having to do with his safety was non-negotiable. And maybe that would keep him from going out as often as he had been. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, but I’d been concerned when we’d been talking about our lives and he’d confessed to going out most Fridays and Saturdays. That wasn’t good for the body or the bank account.
“I’m only going to agree to that if you promise you’ll tell me if it’s too hard on you,” he countered. “I don’t want you getting rundown, either. As someone recently told me, it’s important to make sure you’re getting enough sleep so you’re healthy.”
“Cheeky brat,” I scoffed, offering him a wink and a smile.
We weren’t able to finish talking about the rules because the server came back with our meals. French toast and bacon for him, and a veggie omelet and turkey sausage for me. I glanced at both of our plates, debating swapping them to see how he’d react. The only thing that stopped me was knowing my body would revolt if I put that much sugar in my system so early in the morning.
As we ate, I continued scribbling notes on the paper. We could talk more about them once we were on the road, but I needed to get them out while I could give my thoughts my full attention.
“Man, these rules aren’t anything like I thought they were going to be,” he admitted when I was finished writing out everything we discussed and slid the paper toward him. This is just, like, the things any normal couple would agree to.
I chuckled. “I'm not sure what sort of couples you’re used to but there are definitely some differences.”
I pointed to one of my personal favorite rules.
“Tanner agrees to call Daddy anytime he wants to play with himself. Playing without permission will lead to consequences.” Tanner squirmed in his seat as he read the rule. It wasn’t until a few seconds after he’d stopped speaking that he realized we were in a public dining room. His head whipped to one side and then the other, checking to see if anyone had heard him.
“I figured you'd like that one.”
“But what if I can't get a hold of you?”
“Then, I guess you're just going to have to wait.”
“Can I text you instead? You could send back a simple yes or no to a text message, even if you were in a meeting,” he suggested. Luckily, I was prepared for this. He’d always been a master at trying to find loopholes. If he’d shown any interest in it, he’d have made a damned good lawyer.
“Nope.” I slid my finger to the next rule.
“Tanner will only play with himself if he's on the phone with Daddy to tell him what to do.” His face scrunched up and he shook his head.
“Do you have a problem with that?” I asked, keeping my tone as level as I would during any contract negotiations for work. “You seem to like it when I tell you how I want you to touch yourself.”
My eyes flicked toward his waist, wondering what he’d do if I suggested he touch himself now, just to prove a point. We were the only ones left in the dining room and the employees bustling around were too wrapped up in their own conversations to notice us. I resisted, only because we’d already checked out of the room and I wanted to be the one to make him come after he’d edged himself to the point of tears.
“That one isn't going to be easy,” he admitted. “I usually rub one out in the shower in the morning.”
“I’m well aware.” His cheeks flushed, only then realizing that I’d heard him jerking off while he cleaned himself up. I’d let it slide because he got so into what he was doing, he hadn’t noticed me opening the door to watch him. “But I suggest you get comfortable with your roommate being able to hear what's going on so you can have me on speakerphone, otherwise you'll have to do it before or after. You’ve already gotten away with breaking that rule more than once.”
“But again, what if you're in a meeting? It'll be later where you're at, and you’ll already be at work,” he protested.
“Then you’ll have to hold it for me.” Maybe long distance wasn’t going to suck as much as we both assumed it would. There was a heady thrill knowing that he’d be completely at my mercy, even from nearly two-thousand miles away. “If you text me to let me know you’d like to play with yourself, I’ll call you as soon as I’m someplace I can help you.”
“But what if I’m already at work?” He was really working hard to figure out a way out of this rule.
“Then you’ll go to the bathroom and listen while Daddy tells you how to touch yourself,” I informed him. My dick pulsed in my pants, aching with the need to be inside of him again. “Hurry up so we can get on the road. Read through the rest while you eat.”
After a few more bites, Tanner pushed his plate aside. He’d eaten more than half of his breakfast, so I wasn’t going to give him too much of a hard time. He tapped the end of the pen against his teeth as he read through the rest of the rules.
“Do I get to give you rules, too?” he asked as he handed the pad back to me.
