Page 29 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“You’re too good for me.”
I scoffed. “You were just talking about punishing me.”
He grinned. “Oh, yes. I will. You’re full of sass tonight. You clearly crave a guiding hand.”
“If it guides my cock—”
“Hush, and let me tell you why I hesitated before.”
I nodded, immediately falling silent.
“I’ve taken on extra work. A side project. It’s going to require some of my time in the evenings and on weekends. We won’t be able to Skype as often.”
My heart sank. “Oh.”
“I’m not ditching you. Business has been slow, and I need the work. It’ll cut into our time, I know, but I want to see you at least twice a week. And once the prep work is done, only weekends will be off-limits.”
“The entire weekend?” I asked. “Even the mornings?”
“Yes.”
“And the afternoons?”
“Yes.”
“The whole entire—”
“Cooper,” he barked. “The whole weekend. And now, I think it’s time to discuss your punishment.”
My eyes went wide. “Punishment?”
“For jumping to conclusions, having no faith in your Daddy, and using a bratty tone, you’ll wait until our next Skype session to come.”
“When will that be?”
He smiled evilly. “Not for three days at least.”
I grimaced, thinking of how horny I’d been lately. “Fine.”
Going three days without jerking off would be tough—especially after our near-nightly sexting sessions, but I could manage.
“But you will jerk off and send me a video each night.”
“Wait, but…what?”
If possible, his smile turned even more devious. “I want to see you jerk off to the edge of orgasm, then stop yourself from coming. Every single night until we meet up again.”
“But that’s torture!” I protested even as my blood heated.
He laughed. “Maybe you’ll learn to behave.”
I goggled, not sure whether to be turned on or outraged at the thought of performing for him on video, working myself up, then denying myself the pleasure of release. It was going to be a tense few days.
No, that was a lie. I was turned on, definitely turned on. Trace always had a way of working me up, even when he was testing me.
“Okay, Daddy,” I grumbled, already knowing I’d do whatever he asked. “I’ll do it if it pleases you.”
“It does.” His voice went low, gravelly. “It really, really does.”
