Is that you right now?
DoriNYC:
Yes.
Me:
Talking to me gets you that hard?
DoriNYC:
Also, yes.
Me:
Do you want to stroke it?
DoriNYC:
Yes.
Me:
Yes…?
DoriNYC:
Yes, ma’am.
Me:
Go ahead. Give me proof that you’re obeying.
There was a brief pause in communication, and then I got the notification. Dorian sent a voice note.Did I want to play it?A thread of pleasure pulled through me even at the sight of it. My wireless ear phones were charging on the bedside table. I plugged them in, synced them to my phone, and hitplay.
Immediately, sounds of Dorian’s bedroom filled my ears. The rustling sounds of a busy hand. And then…a low, deep moan. Followed by something choked. Swallowing back a whimper.
Oh, fuck.
The sounds of his frustrated pleasure sent a rush through me.
Me:
Is that the best you can do? Stroke it like you mean it.
DoriNYC:
Are you touching yourself?
I bit my lip. This was my chance to have fun with him.
Me:
To you? Absolutely not. I’m bored.
Me:
I might just fall asleep and leave you stroking all night.
