Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“There’s no such thing as a normal family. We’re all a mess, even when we pretend we’re not.”
I shrug. Maybe he’s right, maybe he’s wrong, but it doesn’t change how I feel.
“You’re a dreamer,” he says after a moment, and I cock my head. “You create stories in that pretty head of yours. I imagine it’s always going, that it’s a busy place in there. I want to help you quiet it.”
The words nearly stick in my mouth, but I manage to admit, “You do. What you do for me helps.”
“That’s good. And I’m very proud of you for sharing that with me. I think you’ve earned an orgasm. I’m even going to be a nice Sir and let you decide if you want to end the call and jerk off on your own, or if you want me to walk you through it.”
The temperature in the room spikes. My legs shift on the mattress, pictures flashing through my head of being naked in front of Sir, of stuffing my fingers in my ass for him, holding myself open for him and what it would be like if he was here…
“It’s your choice, James.”
This wasn’t supposed to be about sex, and it’s not only about sex. It should be okay if we’re not together, right? If we’re not in the same room, hell, not even in the same building. If he doesn’t touch me, we’re not breaking the rules, at least not to the same extent.
But you want to…a part of you wants to break them.
And then another thought intrudes—what if he records this call? “I… Is it safe? This can’t get out.”
“I would never betray you like that. I’m not recording this call. You’re safe with me, James. I promise.”
Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe this is a huge mistake, but I believe him. I don’t think Colton would ever do something like that to me.
“I want to do it with you, Sir.” My voice has a pleading quality to it, something I only allow myself in moments like these. “Please.”
“I would like that too, good boy,” he tells me, and again, I grin, before remembering I’m not alone in my apartment. That on the other side of the building, two children I’m responsible for are in their room, and I’m what? About to let my Dom make me come when they’re here too? What if they need me? What if one of them comes to the door?
“You’re allowed to do this, little dreamer. You’re allowed to have this. Go check to make sure they’re asleep or at least in their room, then come back to me. If everything is fine with them, I want you to get naked for me.”
My dick throbs. I’m already hard, eager for what’s to come.
I do my best to block out my doubts, to listen to my Sir because I want this so fucking much. “Yes, Colton,” I reply, unable—and unwilling—to do anything but obey.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Colton
What is it about James that makes me so wild for him?
I’ve never wanted someone this much, never craved someone the way I do him, and not just for sex either. I want to crawl inside his brain and figure out what makes him tick. I want to learn all I can about him—how to please him, torture him, how to ease the pain I know lives inside him.
This is so fucked, and the best thing I could do would be to drop his class, but damned if him being my professor doesn’t make this even hotter. If it doesn’t push buttons inside me I didn’t know were there.
And I think it does for him too.
One semester. It’s only one semester. What could go wrong?
My dick is at half-mast. It won’t take me long to get all the way there, but this moment isn’t about me. It’s about him, about doing and giving him everything he needs, something I don’t think anyone has ever done for him.
I wait for James to return. He left the phone on the bed, so I’m looking at his ceiling, but then he’s there, looking both nervous and turned on, his face slightly scruffier than usual. “I think they’re both asleep. The lights are off. Nash has his earbuds in twenty-four seven, so he might be listening to music or letting it play while he’s sleeping. It’s silent, though.”
“Good. Because your Sir wants to make his good boy come,” I tell him, watching him blush, maybe in embarrassment but also in desire. “Is there somewhere you can set the phone so I can see you?”
“Yes, Sir. Let me check again and make sure I locked my bedroom door.”
He’s gone for a moment, and then he’s back, leaning the phone against something on his nightstand.
“Does this give you a good angle of the bed?”
“It does. Get the lube and let me see you.”