Page 33 of In Plain Sight

“How about you take those off too.”

“Good call.”

I waited until he came back on the line.

“They’re off.”

“Now lay back down and close your eyes for me.”

“Done.”

“Good boy.”

He let out a shuddery sigh.

“Are you naked?” I asked again.

“Yes.”

“Do you like that? Being on display for me?”

“I…yes.”

“I’m getting on the bed with you. I don’t touch you because I want to look at you first. I want to look at every inch of your beautiful body and see what’s mine before I take it.”

He drew in a sharp breath.

“And you’re going to be a good boy and let me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. I will be,” he said, his voice taking on an eager tone under his dreaminess.

I closed my eyes for a few beats to center myself. He was so responsive, so hot like this. I needed to get control so I could keep my focus on him.

“I put one hand on your stomach. I’m laying beside you, looking down at you. I’m running my hand down your body to your cock. Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes, please touch me,” he begged.

“I’m wrapping my hand around your cock. You’re so hard for me, so wet. I grip you, but I don’t stroke. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t asked yet. If you want me to stroke you, then you need to ask nicely.”

“Please. Please stroke my dick,” he begged, his voice breathless and desperate.

“You still haven’t asked yet.”

“Will you stroke me? Please?”

“Good boy. I’m stroking you nice and slow. Can you feel it? My hand around your cock?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice full of awe. “I can feel it.”

“Stroke yourself for me. Do it exactly the way I would.”

“Okay.” A pause. “I’m stroking.”

“Good boy.”

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