Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Still, the throb of my cock is begging me to obey, the bone-deep need inside me compelling my obedience. I position the laptop so I can see the screen, then lean in and rest my head on the mattress, pretending it’s his thigh. My dick is begging me to touch it, to wrap my hand around my shaft and stroke, but I don’t allow myself to, even if Sir would never know.
I inhale a deep breath, then another and another, as if I’m smelling him, and the action, the submission of doing what he says, is almost enough to trick my brain into believing I can smell him.
CravingMore: I have my head on your thigh, Sir. I’m breathing you in. You smell like sweat and musk. I want to bury my face in it.
FulfillingDominance: Good boy.
My blood sings at his praise.
FulfillingDominance: You don’t have to type unless there’s something you really need me to know. I want you to focus just on doing as I say, and I’ll continue trusting that you’ll only do what I tell you and nothing more. I know you will because you want to be good for me.
“Yes,” I say into the empty room, willing myself to feel the heat of a body beneath my cheek, breathing in again as if he’s there.
FulfillingDominance: I’m running my fingers through your hair because you deserve to be petted and savored after the day you had. My fingertips scratch against your scalp, and all the needy noises you’re making cause my cock to throb.
I whimper, fucking whimper into the empty room, needing to make him proud, needing to give him the noises he asked for.
I suck in more deep breaths, burrow my face into his scent, and imagine heavy balls against my nose and a cock right there that I’m dying to taste.
FulfillingDominance: You’re being so good for me. I think you deserve a lick. Use your first two fingers for me and lick my cock. No sucking.
A pulse of desire shoots through me, making my dick twitch. I can’t believe how much this is doing it for me, how pretending he’s here with me while doing as he says is like water on the fire of my earlier frustration.
I place my hand to my mouth, let my tongue swipe up from the base of my hand—the bottom of his shaft—to the tip. Salt bursts on my tongue, just like it would with his cock.
I do it over and over again, rubbing my cheek against his thigh, letting my pleasure escape me in pants and groans and needy sounds.
FulfillingDominance: Look at you, loving my dick. You want to suck it, don’t you? I won’t always give you what you want, but today I will. Show me how much of a whore you are for me and suck my cock.
Fuck. Yes.
I push my fingers into my mouth, blowing them the way I would him, smelling him, rubbing him. My dick bobs, precum dripping from my tip and down my shaft. Everything leaves my head except Sir and what he ordered me to do. Pleasing him, obeying him is more important than anything else.
He tastes so good, feels so good. I savor the way everything else melts away, how this simple moment with a man online makes me feel more than with any of the other Doms I’ve played with.
I watch the screen, waiting for his words, needing more as I embarrass myself by sucking my fingers and rubbing my cheek on the mattress.
FulfillingDominance: You’re obeying me so well, I know it. Can feel it. You want to make me happy, don’t you, because making me happy soothes something inside you.
“Yes,” I say around my fingers. I don’t know if it’s my mood or if it’ll feel as real with him if we ever meet in person, but what he’s explaining to me is exactly what I’ve desired.
FulfillingDominance: Spit in your other hand. Use it to jerk yourself off. You may come at any time, but I want you to keep sucking me while you jack your dick. Can you do that for me?
“Yes, Sir.” God, how I wish he could hear me.
I do as he says, spitting in one hand and reaching for my dick. I push two fingers into my mouth, jerking and sucking, doing it all for Sir because it’s what he wants.
The tingle in my gut grows and spreads out until my vision blurs and I go off like a firework, shooting all over my hand, then I collapse against the bed.
“Thank you, Sir,” I say into the empty room, wishing he was here. I’m relaxed, pleasured, but wish I wasn’t alone.
I wipe my hand on the shirt I’d taken off, then type.
CravingMore: Thank you, Sir. That was incredible. I was good for you?
It should feel like a silly question. I didn’t do anything for him, not really, but I need him to say yes, need to be what he wants.