“And are you in your bedroom already?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered just in case Mav was listening in. The text message from him earlier, telling me to make sure I cleaned up and closed the bedroom door before he called, hinted that this was going to be a sexy unboxing.
“What are you wearing?” I chuckled again. That was such a corny line, straight out of bad porn, but I knew he was truly interested in knowing what I had on so he could undress me.
“Just a pair of sweatpants,” I informed him. “That’s what you told me to wear tonight.”
“You’re such a good boy.” Ryan groaned. “Switch to video for me, baby. I want to see you.”
I already had the tripod Ryan picked up before he left town, set up on the edge of my nightstand. My hands shook as I tried to get my phone into the holder. Something about tonight felt different, but I couldn't put my finger on why I was such a ball of nerves.
I pouted when I settled back on the bed and noticed that Ryan hadn't turned on his camera. “Don't I get to see you too?”
“I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm not someplace I can do anything just yet. You'll have to wait a little bit longer for that.” He sounded genuinely upset about letting me down.
“It's fine,” I quickly reassured him. Ryan was constantly looking out for me, and he truly went above and beyond what most men would to make me happy. It wasn't his fault he'd been burning the candle at both ends so he could finish up his current project and come out to see me. He had likely stolen away a few minutes to call me.
“Do you have your present with you?” His question snapped me out of my mini snit. I knew going into this, that it wasn’t going to be easy, and these packages were a way for him to be close to me from a distance.
“Duh,” I scoffed. “That's a silly question. I've been staring at it ever since I brought in the mail.”
“Do you have any guesses what might be inside?” he teased.
Knowing Ryan, the possibilities were endless. So far, he'd sent me everything from a set of anal plugs in various sizes and a huge bottle of lube to a small prostate massager that included a remote control at that allowed him to torture me from across the country. That was a genius invention because it allowed me to feel like he was still close, even when we couldn't be together. Of course, I didn’t think that on the days he told me to wear it to work, which led to me trying to pretend I wasn’t having my ass played with while helping customers find the right size pants.
And then there were the nonsexual gifts as well. One time, he sent a sketchpad and expensive set of pencils with a note reminding me about all the days I used to spend sketching while pretending I wasn't watching him playing football in the backyard with Deegan. Drawing wasn’t something I’d ever be good enough at to turn it into a career, but itwassomething that quieted my mind. He'd even sent some of my favorite cookies and snacks from when I'd been younger, along with reminders for me to eat.
“Why don't you go ahead and open the box to see what we're doing tonight,” he suggested. My eyebrows scrunched together when I lifted the flaps on the box and noticed a blindfold at the very top.
“Um, okay,” I muttered as I lifted the blindfold out of the box and held it up for him to see.
“Trust me, baby,” he pleaded. “I haven't steered you wrong yet, have I?”
No, he absolutely hadn't. Somehow, my sex life over the past month was better than ever, even though I had to rely on bits of silicone as a substitute for having the man I loved next to me.
“Keep going,” he urged me. A door closed somewhere near him. There were muffled voices alerting me to the fact Ryan wasn't alone. He said something, but I couldn’t make out what or who he was talking to.
I stiffened, worried I was going to get him in trouble.
“If you need to go, we can pick this up again later,” I offered again, even though my nuts were ready to explode.
“Who's in charge here, Tanner?” The clipped words and gravelly tone of his voice had my dick twitching.
“You are, Daddy,” I responded.
“That's right. And if I say this is the right time for us to play together, do you get to question me?”
“No, Daddy.” He groaned, and I imagined him reaching down to adjust himself. He loved hearing me call him that. It wasn’t something I could do easily in casual conversation, but when we were like this, it was the most natural thing ever.
“Glad we settled that. Now, what else is in the box?”
I pulled out a small bundle of wrapped tissue paper. I grew even harder, like some sort of Pavlovian response to the dark teal paper. This wasn't my first gift from this particular store, and everything Ryan had bought me so far made me feel beautiful. I unwrapped the paper, revealing a royal blue satin jock.
“Do you like it?” I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back a snarky response. Daddy didn’t mind snark, but there was only so much he’d take before adding another punishment to the tally for when he saw me next. Hehadto know how much I loved it, based on my beaming smile and the fact I couldn’t stop rubbing the soft fabric over my cheek.
“I love it, Daddy. Can I put it on now?”
“In a minute,” he told me. “First I want you to open the rest of your presents.”
