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Fuck, the dirty talk alone is enough to make me explode onto the floor. I wonder if he would consider that insubordination if I didn’t actually touch myself to make it happen?

Sticking two fingers in my mouth, he slides them across my tongue slowly until he reaches the back of my throat.

I gag immediately, and his ‘tsk’ alerts me to his displeasure.

“That won’t do. I already know we’re going to have to prime that virgin asshole of yours. Looks like we’ll have to train this hole as well.”

I have no idea what the training entails for something like that, but I’m eager to find out.

I wonder which head I’m actually thinking with right now. I’ve been out of my mind with lust the entire fucking day. I barely remember having sex with Avery earlier. Do I really not care about that? About the one thing I’ve wanted since school began?

She’s not the only thing you’ve wanted since then.

Cole spits into my mouth, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. Just like this morning, he follows it with two fingers, rubbing it into my tongue. And just like this morning, it turns me on more than I knew was possible.

As though he’s using it like lube, he rubs his way to the back of my throat again. He takes his time, like he’s being cautious not to make me gag again.

“I’m going to press down on your tongue in the back here.” He wiggles his fingers against my tongue slightly. “Try to relax your throat as much as possible and breathe through your nose.”

I have no idea how to do that, but I concentrate hard and do my best. Whether I was successful, or whether it was psychological, it worked. Cole presses down on my tongue once again, inching a little farther down my throat than the first time until he feels the gag begin to catch. He stops his movement but doesn’t remove his fingers.

“That’s it, keep relaxing.” With his free hand, he reaches for my throat and begins massaging it from the outside.

I’m not sure which Cole this is, but there’s a softness to him right now that I’ve never seen before. It’s the furthest thing from the asshole I’m used to.

It’s kind of nice.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers slide farther down, and I lose control of my muscles. I gag again, my body lurching forward, and I fear I’m about to lose my dinner, but I don’t.

“Okay, that’s enough of that for the moment.”

He sits back on the sofa, spreading his legs wide.

“Remain on your knees, but you can relax otherwise. That means you can rest your hands on your legs.”

Thank god. My upper back was beginning to ache.

But not as much as my cock.

“Co-I-I mean Daddy…” I hesitate to ask him if I can touch myself. I still don’t know what’s allowed and what isn’t. Instead of asking what I want to ask, I approach it in a different way. “What are the rules? Am I allowed to ask you questions or…?”

“We’re about to cover all of that. Go over to my desk and fetch me my laptop.”

Standing, I’m grateful for the reprieve. This floor is fucking hard, and my knees aren’t used to it. I hand him his computer, and get back on the ground in front of him. He places the laptop on one leg, ensuring we can still see one another while we talk.

“So, the biggest rules I have, I’ve already mentioned. First, always do as I say without question. That doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to ask questions if you’re uncomfortable or need further instruction. It just means you aren’t allowed to argue with me or say no.”

His eyes meet mine to make sure I understand, and I nod.

“We’re going to go through your limits in a second, so I’ll know what not to force you to do, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“The second rule is, you don’t get to touch yourself without permission, is that understood?”

Fucking damn it.

“Yes, Daddy.”