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And we’re only getting started.

I can’t imagine how much more challenging it will get from here. At least Cole isn’t standing in front of me—in person—that makes it a little easier…maybe.

Swallowing, I gather all the courage I can to fulfill his wishes.

“Yes… Daddy.” I don’t expect the throbbing in my cock to intensify with my submission. The look of satisfaction on Cole’s face adds to the pulsating in my pants. Reaching down, I adjust myself, not thinking.

Cole sees.

“Your cock is still hard.” A statement. A deduction I’m sure he could have made even without me cluing him in. “Show me.”

I reach for the phone, but he stops me.

“No. Leave the phone there and stand up.”

I push my chair backward and stand, panting, but I don’t move yet. This… this is a huge fucking step regardless of how badly the idea of stripping for him turns me on. Timidly, I lift the hem of my t-shirt and unbutton my jeans. I can still see Cole’s face on the screen, his eyes dart around him frequently, then back to his phone.

The fact that he’s so concerned about making sure no one figures out what he’s up to or sees what’s on his screen makes me feel a little better. At least he’s taking precautions and making sure whatever the fuck this is stays between us.

Slowly, I unzip my jeans and reach through the hole in my boxers. Pulling my erection free, I fist my cock before turning to the side, making sure Cole can see it.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, Haywood.” My cock twitches at his moan. “Is that your cock?”

Confused, I remain silent, wondering if that’s a real question.

“No. It’s not. For the next…twenty or so hours, whose cock is that?”

Oh.

“It-it’s your cock.” Stammering, I squeeze the base of my shaft begging the throbbing to cease.

I still can’t believe I’m this hard again so soon after coming.

“And who am I?” His question finally clarifies what he’s after.

“Daddy.”

“Whose cock is it?”

“It’s your cock… Daddy.”

“That’s a good toy. Fuck…” He moans again, and I watch as his eyes roll back into his head slightly.

The idea that I’m turning him on, too? It drives me wild. I’ve always considered myself a strong and confident person, and I still do. But Cole Warrington is the epitome of assuredness and composure at all times—I envy that about him. It’s interesting to see him in a slightly different light. It’s as though he wants to abandon everything else he needs to do and come right back here to me.

I don’t know if I’m more relieved or upset that he’s not.

“You probably want to touch yourself, but you aren’t allowed to. Does my toy understand?”

I lift my phone so he can see my face again and am quickly admonished.

“Did I tell you to pick up your phone? Put it back. I don’t want to see your fucking face right now, I want to see your quivering, rigid cock.”

The second I put my phone down, he orders me to remove my fist from my shaft. Then the screen flashes for a second, and I realize he’s just taken a picture.

I open my mouth to object but remember that’s no longer my place.

“Please don’t share that with anyone. I-I don’t know all the rules yet, but I’m really not comfortable with the idea of you having photos of me.”