And I think it does for him too.
One semester. It’s only one semester. What could go wrong?
My dick is at half-mast. It won’t take me long to get all the way there, but this moment isn’t about me. It’s about him, about doing and giving him everything he needs, something I don’t think anyone has ever done for him.
I wait for James to return. He left the phone on the bed, so I’m looking at his ceiling, but then he’s there, looking both nervous and turned on, his face slightly scruffier than usual. “I think they’re both asleep. The lights are off. Nash has his earbuds in twenty-four seven, so he might be listening tomusic or letting it play while he’s sleeping. It’s silent, though.”
“Good. Because your Sir wants to make his good boy come,” I tell him, watching him blush, maybe in embarrassment but also in desire. “Is there somewhere you can set the phone so I can see you?”
“Yes, Sir. Let me check again and make sure I locked my bedroom door.”
He’s gone for a moment, and then he’s back, leaning the phone against something on his nightstand.
“Does this give you a good angle of the bed?”
“It does. Get the lube and let me see you.”
I hear the drawer, and then a beautifully naked James is climbing onto the bed, dick half hard.
“Fuck, you’re such a sexy little slut,” I tell him, and I swear, I can see him tremble.
“I like being your slut,” he admits. “It feels dirty, and I want to be that with you.”
“That’s because we’re each other’s dirty little secret, remember? And you are dirty, my dirty, slutty boy who would spread his legs for me anytime and anywhere I asked, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What if I wanted to fuck you on your office desk at work? Would you let me?” He reaches for his cock, and I add, “No. I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet.”
“But I need to.”
“You need to do what I tell you. Now answer the question. Would you let me fuck you on your office desk?”
“Yes, Sir. God help me, but I would.”
I can’t stop the smile from pulling at my lips. He is…perfect. So fucking eager for control and cock.
“I would sit in your office chair and make you get under your desk and suck me off. You want to do that for me? Wantto be on the floor under your desk while you choke on your younger Dominant’s dick?”
“I would do it all day if you wanted me to,” he answers breathlessly, and I wonder how I’m going to make it out of this still whole. He’s already splintering me apart, making me ache for him in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“That’s because you’re such a hungry little slut. I think I’ll make you work with a plug up your ass one day. I’ll sit in your classroom while you teach and be the only one who knows you’re full, that you’re stretching your ass for me.” I’m talking to him like we’re actually going to have sex again. All this is supposed to be hypothetical, but none of it feels that way.
“Yes, Sir. Please do it, Sir,” he begs, his words pinging all the right receptors inside me.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch him. “You beg so beautifully.” It’s killing me not to be in the same room with him right now. “Get some lube on your hand and stroke yourself. Remember, you can’t come until I say.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies, plucking the bottle from the mattress and pumping some into his hand. He goes straight for his cock, tugging on the thick, beautiful piece of meat like his life depends on it.
“The things I would do to you if I was there, little dreamer. I would bring you to the edge over and over and not let you come all night.”
“Please, I need to come,” he says, voice soft like he doesn’t want to take the risk of anyone hearing him.
“You will. How long has it been for you?”
“Eleven days. I’m already close.”
“Then I need you to stop.” He strokes a few more times before I say, “Now. If you don’t, then you’ll disappoint me.”
