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FulfillingDominance: Now strip. Tell me when you have your clothes off.

I wait, watching my computer screen as if afraid to miss anything by looking away. It doesn’t take long before another message pops up.

CravingMore: I’m naked, Sir.

FulfillingDominance: Where are you?

CravingMore: Lying on my bed.

FulfillingDominance: Kneel on the floor beside it. I’m sitting on the edge of your mattress, boy, naked and waiting.

CravingMore: Yes, Sir. I’m here.

FulfillingDominance: Lean forward. Press your cheek to my thigh and smell me.

CHAPTER FIVE

JT

Istare atthe computer screen, reading the words again to make sure I got that right. How does he expect me to do that? There are some things we can fake, but this doesn’t seem like one of them.

Still, the throb of my cock is begging me to obey, the bone-deep need inside me compelling my obedience. I position the laptop so I can see the screen, then lean in and rest my head on the mattress, pretending it’s his thigh. My dick is begging me to touch it, to wrap my hand around my shaft and stroke, but I don’t allow myself to, even if Sir would never know.

I inhale a deep breath, then another and another, as if I’m smelling him, and the action, the submission of doing what he says, is almost enough to trick my brain into believing Icansmell him.

CravingMore: I have my head on your thigh, Sir. I’m breathing you in. You smell like sweat and musk. I want to bury my face in it.

FulfillingDominance: Good boy.

My blood sings at his praise.

FulfillingDominance: You don’t have to type unless there’s something you really need me to know. I want you to focus just on doing as I say, and I’ll continue trusting that you’ll only do what I tell you and nothing more. I know you will because you want to be good for me.

“Yes,” I say into the empty room, willing myself to feel the heat of a body beneath my cheek, breathing in again as if he’s there.

FulfillingDominance: I’m running my fingers through your hair because you deserve to be petted and savored after the day you had.My fingertips scratch against your scalp, and all the needy noises you’re making cause my cock to throb.

I whimper, fuckingwhimperinto the empty room, needing to make him proud, needing to give him the noises he asked for.

I suck in more deep breaths, burrow my face into his scent, and imagine heavy balls against my nose and a cock right there that I’m dying to taste.

FulfillingDominance: You’re being so good for me. I think you deserve a lick. Use your first two fingers for me and lick my cock. No sucking.

A pulse of desire shoots through me, making my dick twitch. I can’t believe how much this is doing it for me, how pretending he’s here with me while doing as he says is like water on the fire of my earlier frustration.

I place my hand to my mouth, let my tongue swipe up from the base of my hand—the bottom of his shaft—to the tip. Salt bursts on my tongue, just like it would with his cock.

I do it over and over again, rubbing my cheek against his thigh, letting my pleasure escape me in pants and groans and needy sounds.

FulfillingDominance: Look at you, loving my dick. You want to suck it, don’t you? I won’t always give you what you want, but today I will. Show me how much of a whore you are for me and suck my cock.

Fuck. Yes.

I push my fingers into my mouth, blowing them the way I would him, smelling him, rubbing him. My dick bobs, precum dripping from my tip and down my shaft. Everything leaves my head except Sir and what he ordered me to do. Pleasing him, obeying him is more important than anything else.

He tastes so good, feels so good. I savor the way everything else melts away, how this simple moment with a man online makes me feel more than with any of the other Doms I’ve played with.

I watch the screen, waiting for his words, needing more as I embarrass myself by sucking my fingers and rubbing my cheek on the mattress.

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