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I want to tell her my name more than anything, because that is what I want to hear her moan. But my name isn’t as common as most, and something tells me it would give it all away even if it was. “Would you be opposed to an honorific? I know I haven’t earned that yet, but I’d like us to get there one day.”
The disappointment in her eyes flickers and vanishes quickly. “Of course. What do you prefer?”
“Would you bite my dick off at the glory hole if I asked you to call me daddy?” I chuckle. “I’ve never been called it before, but I think every guy wants to hear it at least once in their life.”
And seeing as you can’t call me ‘big brother’ like I’d prefer, this is my only way to keep it in the family.
Man, she has me fucked up.
“I’ve never called anyone that either, but you’ve taken better care of me over thephone than anyone has in real life. If I know anyone who would deserve it right now, it’s you.”
Damn, she’s actually going to do it. “You really want to be good for me, huh? I don’t think I can wait for tonight.”
“A little patience goes a long way, Daddy.” She eyes me with mischief, like that didn’t just stop my heart and restart it again. “I want to shower first and I should probably eat.”
“You really should. What have you eaten today, baby girl?”
My voice is a little deeper now, and it isn’t just for the role I’m playing. Hearing that leave her lips has me rock hard way too fast, and I need to breathe.
“I had some scrambled eggs for breakfast and a BLT for lunch, and yes, I’ve been drinking my water.” She looks proud of herself as she shows me something that looks like a 40oz tumbler. “I’ve finished this twice already. Working on number three.”
“That’s my girl. Did you have a feeling I was going to ask?”
She shrugs. “I thought you might, but I’m trying to be better about it anyway.”
“Good. So how many masktok guys are you following, Atley?”
“Uh...” she balks, looking away. “A few, I guess. A lot.”
Clicking my tongue, I shake my head at her. “Eyes here,” I growl. “You’re mine now.”
Her face snaps forward again, startled but blushing. “You want me to unfollow them?”
“Yes,” I reply quickly, silently reminding myself that I need to play this cool. “I’m all you need, right?”
Exhaling hard, she nods. “You’re right. I will.”
“Thank you, beautiful. Did you watch my latest video?”
She shakes her head, but the video feed disappears as she goes to watch it. When she comes back, her smile is almost blinding. “‘Did she win or did I?’” she quotes the caption back to me. “I definitely did.”
So fucking beautiful.
“I’m glad you feel that way, but I think I did. We’ll see how you feel after my cock is in your throat though.”
The phone clatters to the bed, giving me a view of her ceiling until she picks it back up with a sheepish expression. “Right. Um... if we’re gonna be meeting up, we should probably talk about some things first.”
Her tone makes me just a little nervous, but I play it off. “Are you going to tell me your fantasy now?”
She huffs, but it fades into a soft smile. “You’re gonna think I’m sick or something if I tell you, and I’m trying to make a good impression over here.”
“Good impression? Baby girl, you’ve already made the best one possible. And how is yours any worse than me sticking my favorite body part in a grungy hole for some action? Eyes here... spill.”
“Shit.” Atley exhales hard, struggling to keep eye contact. “The only real fantasy I’ve ever had is CNC. Like obviously I don’t want some stranger hurting me, but yeah. Sometimes I think the whole powerless thing could be fun as long as deep down, I knew I was safe.”
Fuck me.
That’s another one I’ve had for a long time, but I never thought I’d be able to do it. I want it so bad I’m rock hard just at the thought, but I take a deep breath and nod. “If that’s sick then call me a doctor, baby. I’d love to fulfill that fantasy for you.”
