There was only one thing left in the box. This was bigger and heavier, so it had to be whatever toy Ryan planned on torturing me with tonight.
I pulled out a prostate massager like none I'd ever seen before. I flipped it over my hands, taking in the shape and ribbed texture at the center of it. My hole clenched, imagining the curved end of the toy nailing my prostate just right while the swollen area at the center worked my nerves from the outside. It didn't surprise me when the toy started vibrating in my hand.
“Where do you keep finding things like this?” I slipped my fingers into the holes at the front of the massager, knowing exactly what they were made for. He was going to make me work for my orgasm tonight.
“A good Daddy never tells his secrets,” Ryan teased.
“I had no idea there were so many toys you could control from anywhere in the world.” The buzzing stopped, then started up again with a different rhythm. I sucked in a sharp breath, wrapping my hand around the shaft of the massager, imagining how it would feel against my inner walls.
“Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I have to admit, I have a long list of things to eventually add to our collection.”
I like the sound of that.Ourcollection. Even though everything was tucked away under the bed in my room, they were just as much his toys as they were mine. It was a way for us to share connection while we were forced to be apart.
“Can I get changed now?” There was a wet spot at the front of my sweats, and I was eager to get the first orgasm out of the way so he could tease me.
Yes, I was impatient today. Ryan hadn't been available when I'd tried calling him this morning, and he'd been busy for more than a quick goodnight call last night, too. When he said he promised he'd make it up to me tonight, I hadn't realized something like this would be in my mailbox this morning.
“Stand up and take off your sweatpants, sweetheart. I want you facing the door so I can see that gorgeous ass of yours,” he demanded. He truly had an obsession with my backside.
I hooked my thumbs into the elastic and slowly pushed the pants over my hips, glancing over my shoulder. This was when I normally got that first glimpse of Ryan's glassy, unfocused gaze. It was like watching me strip for him got him so turned on he could barely help himself. But tonight, I stared at the blank screen.
“Where are you?” I asked before stripping myself any further. My heart raced, imagining Ryan sitting with his friends and me putting on a show for all of them. We'd talked about playing where others could see me a couple of times, but I couldn't imagine him doing something like that without giving me a bit of advance warning.
“I'm in a stairwell right now,” he told me. “There's nobody else here.”
“Then why can't I see you?”
“You will, soon, baby,” he promised. “You just need to trust me a little bit longer. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course,” I responded immediately, trying to hide my disappointment and frustration. I’d do anything Ryan told me to, even if it frustrated the hell out of me.
“Good boy. Now, I want you to put the ring of the massager over that sexy cock. You can face the camera so I can make sure you’re going it right.”
It wasn't easy since my dick was already hard enough that I was on the verge of orgasm. I tried thinking unsexy thoughts while stretching the silicone ring over my length. Thanks to the stretch of the rings, I was able to get one looped around my sac and the other around my shaft.
“That’s not too tight, is it?” Daddy asked. I shook my head. “Let me see.”
My face flamed with embarrassment as I stepped in front of the camera, turning to the side so he could get a good look at my restrained junk.
“Clean up that dripping bit. You wouldn’t want to waste it, would you?”
“No, Daddy,” I agreed, flicking my thumb over the head of my cock before sucking it clean. Daddy groaned, just like he always did when I tasted myself. A stabbing pain in my chest had my cock deflating. Most days, I could deal with the distance, but today I was struggling. I didn’t want to be the one eating my cum. I wanted him sucking me dry, the way he kept saying he couldn’t wait to do.
I wanted to fall into his arms as post-orgasmic exhaustion pulled me into sleep, instead of staring into a cold, hard phone screen until he disconnected the call.
I just wanted for everything to be different.
“Hey, what’s going on, baby?” Ryan asked when he noticed my distress.
Damn video chat.
“Nothing, Daddy,” I lied. Telling him how upset I was wouldn’t do anything to change the situation, and it would upset him, too.
“That’s five more. Do you want the tally to go up?” My ass clenched reflexively. I wasn’t sure how many with the paddle I was up to so far, but it was enough I wouldn’t be able to sit right by the time he was done. “I’m going to ask you one more time… Where did your head go just then?”
I flopped back on the bed and then jolted off of it when the massager stabbed against my taint in a very much not good way. I pressed my lips together to keep from crying out loud enough that Mav would come running in to see what was wrong.
I couldn’t blame Ryan for the stifled laughter on the other end of the line. If the toy had been on the other cock, I would have been the one fighting inappropriate amusement. At least he pulled himself together enough to ask if I was okay.
