Page 6 of Submitting to Them
A part of me wants to be petty and stop reaching out to him, see if he likes feeling ignored.But that seems counterproductive.If we love each other, we’ll make time for each other.I can be patient.
As if summoned by my virtuous patience, Kingston calls me.
I accept the video chat and am rewarded with a view of his handsome face.He’s in his office, surprise, surprise.The later afternoon sun hits his face just right, illuminating those storm-gray eyes and making his five o’clock shadow look rugged.His dark hair is slightly messy, like he’s been absently running his hands through it.I can imagine he’s tired and frustrated.
Yet here he is, making time for me.
“Hi,” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“Hey, little girl.You have time to talk?”
I look at the time.“I have to start getting ready for work in ten minutes, but yeah.”
“I’ve been missing you.”His voice is low, gruff.
“I’ve been missing you, too.”
“How much?”There’s a sexy challenge in his eyes.
“So much.”
“Have you touched yourself and thought of me?”
Only every night before falling asleep.“Maybe.”
“I jerk off whenever I’m alone,” he says.“And when I come, baby girl, your name is on my lips.”
“I say your and Sebastian’s names, too,” I confess.
“Do you?And when you get off, are you using toys, or your fingers?”
“Mm, it depends,” I say.“Whatever I feel like.”
“You’re in your apartment now,” he says.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re alone.”
I can see where this is going, but I decide to play innocent again, because I know how much he likes “corrupting” me.“Yes, Daddy.I’m all alone.Why do you ask?”
His voice lowers.“Because I want you to touch yourself right now and pretend it’s me.”
I gasp.“That’s so dirty, though.”
“Do it.”He gives me a wicked grin.“Daddy says so.Don’t be disobedient.”
“Okay, I’ll listen.Where, um, where do you want me to touch?”
“Start with your tits.Angle the phone down so I can see.”
I start petting my breasts over my shirt.It feels good, but the fabric of my shirt and bra diminish the sensation.Still, I make it sexy.Kingston has called me and I want to make it good for both of us.
“More,” he says in a strangled voice.“Lift up your shirt, little one, and push down your bra.I want to see your nipples.”
“Daddy, you’re asking me to do bad things,” I protest.
“You better listen to me.”
