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I was already hard in my pants. Jesus. Even with the spanking, I hadn’t pegged Trace for the kinky fucker he was turning out to be. But I couldn’t stop myself from pushing him.
What happens if I get a craving and smoke up? Seeing as how it’s such a “crutch” for me.
I held my breath while I waited for his answer, and hot damn, he didn’t disappoint. Being bossed around had never felt so right.
Then you’ll jerk off for me, but you won’t come. You’ll feel all the disappointment I do when your orgasm is denied. Now, video call me on my cell, and be ready to give me what I want.
He sent over a phone number and immediately signed off.
Oh, hell yeah. A sexting sessionandTrace’s personal number?
I’d just won the fucking jackpot.
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COOPER
Trace looked grim when the video call connected. I faltered a moment, wondering if he reallydidn’twant this. “Hey,” I said tentatively, trying to smile. “Miss me?”
His eyes met mine—and everything about him softened. “You have no idea, brat.”
My smile widened as warmth flushed through me. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to hear those words. These past couple of weeks had felt so lonely with me wondering if I was the only one who’d really connected. It was supposed to be a hookup, but it’d been so much more.
Which wasn’t surprising, really. Trace had always had a special place in my heart. What I’d felt for him years ago had just been puppy love, maybe, but I’d never forgotten that first crush. Moving away had been both the best and worst thing that could have happened to me.
I hadn’t been ready for him then, but now? Bring it the fuck on.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something for me?” Trace prompted as I gazed at him, starry-eyed.
“Right, sorry.” I reached for the waistband of my sweats.
“Strip off everything,” Trace said. “I want to see all of you. And be honest, have you gotten high today?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t form the lie. Instead, a plea popped out, “Please let me come.”
Logically, I knew Trace couldn’t stop me from hundreds of miles away if I really wanted to come. All he had were words. But damn, those words felt powerful. Despite what it might look like from the outside, I’d never been a rebel. I only ever wanted to make people happy. I just wasn’t very good at it.
A thread of anxiety wove through me. Would I be able to please Trace when I’d failed with so many others?
He combed his fingers through his beard while he thought, and why was that so fucking hot? Maybe because I wanted my fingers in all that silky softness.
“It might be good for you to understand how disappointed I’ll feel if you don’t do as I ask.” A whimper escaped me, and his lips quirked. “But you do want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”
I nodded quickly.
“All right. I’ll indulge you,” he said. His voice grew sterner, though his eyes remained warm. “This time only.”
I exhaled with relief. “Thank you, Trace.” A look of surprise crossed his face, and I corrected, “Daddy, I mean. Sorry.” I laughed nervously. “Still new at this.”
“You can call me whatever is comfortable for you,” he said. “I like this dynamic we have, but there are no rules except what works for both of us.”
I nodded once. “Okay, thanks.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re still dressed. I believe I asked you to get naked.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” I said, the term slipping more easily from my lips now that we were getting down to business. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head. Trace’s eyes feasted on me, and I could feel myself preen, arching my back a little and extending the phone a bit to give him a better view.
“Stop putting on a show and get those pants off, brat.”
