Another voice note. I could hear him panting in this one. At the end, he let out a strained, “Fuck…”
His voice! I could hear his voice for the first time. It was dark. Deep. Masculine. Like the first sip of a strong cup of coffee in the morning. I could hear the ache in it. The way he was all twisted up.For me.
Me:
Are you close?
DoriNYC:
Yes.
Me:
Already? So desperate. We’re going to have to work on your stamina.
DoriNYC:
Yes, mistress.
What a good boy he was being. Amazing how all the brat died from his tongue when he wanted something.
Time to teach him a lesson.
Me:
Too bad. Don’t cum.
I could see him typing. Then the three dots disappeared. They came back again and disappeared again.
I grinned. Aw. He was fighting with himself. How cute.
Is he trying not to beg right now?
I slipped my hand into my panties. I needed to relieve the pressure knotting between my legs. I found myself swollen and slippery beyond belief.
Finally, he managed to text:
DoriNYC:
Please.
Me:
Please what? We’re going to train you how to beg better than that, pup.
More typing, deleting, and typing again.
Was I being too mean?
I bit my lip. Hold up. Was I good at this?
Fuck, I was good at this. More than that.I was enjoying this.
I was having way too much fun tormenting this poor guy.
My efforts were reaffirmed when my phone pinged again. Another voice note.
I turned up the volume and hit play.
