I picture that, but replace his T-shirt with one of mine. “And?”
“And shorts. No… underwear.”
Oooh, that’s interesting. “Yeah?” I moan again, sliding my hand up and down my shaft. “Why is that?”
He makes a tiny noise, like a huff that’s a mix between embarrassment and arousal. “I do it… At home. Sometimes.”
“Ah, but that’s a lie. Doing it at my party was your first time, wasn’t it?”
He grunts, and I hear more rustling in the background. “No, it—”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Ugh, fine!Yes, it was!”
Smiling, I shift my attention to my balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. “Did you like it?”
“I don’t know… It’s why I… now…”
I picture him going through his day like that, ten times more sensitive to every brush and move. He’d be on edge and no one would suspect anything. The idea of that sends more heat south, making me groan.
“Does it make you feel sexy?”
“Yesss…”
The hoarseness in his lovely voice tells me I’m not the only one enjoying this. He’s right here with me, probably lying on his bed the same way I am.
“Are you hard now?” When he doesn’t answer immediately, I repeat, “Are you hard, brat?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Shorts off. Then spread your legs and show me your lovely cock.”
“Alistair…” he pants, sounding delirious.
“Do as I say and you’ll get a reward. Send me a picture of your pretty cock, Josh. I want to look at it while jerking off.”
With my breath held, I wait to see what he’ll do. A text notification pings shortly after, kick-starting my pulse. Tiny needles spread all over my skin as I open his message. Just as I instructed, he’s spread himself nicely for me, showing off his flushed cock and that tight pink hole. He’s on his bed, and you can’t see his face, but that doesn’t stop me from imagining it. Those green eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, that tongue peeking out. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and I’m the only one he’ll let boss him around.
“Mm, so pretty and so hard for me. Do you like that?”
Hemutters something, making another whiny noise. “Yes… I like when you make me horny.”
I clamp my fingers around the base of my dick. Jesus, a few more of these lewd confessions and I’ll be coming like a volcano erupting after centuries of being dormant.
“I like that too, Josh. And I love it when you are a good boy like tonight.”
“Can I come? Please. Tell me what to do.”
I restart slowly stroking myself, careful not to tip over the edge. This is so much fun, and I’d love to make him unravel while he’s talking to me on the phone, but I have an even better idea.
Tsking, I pull up the website of a sex shop I’ve used before and order a couple of things. “I want you to go back to your work. But don’t put your shorts on. Sleep like that and tomorrow, I want you not wearing any underwear when you go to the office. Think of me. I want you dying to come by the time we go for lunch. That’s when you’ll get your reward for being such a good boy. Understood?”
He inhales sharply. “Yes.”
“Yeswhat?”
“Yes, Alistair. I’ll be such a good boy for you.”
