Mine

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

JT

I stare at the computer screen, reading the words again to make sure I got that right. How does he expect me to do that? There are some things we can fake, but this doesn’t seem like one of them.

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.

FulfillingDominance: You were very good for me. Perfect. Climb into bed and set the laptop beside you. I’m going to stay online with you and make sure you’re okay.

I nearly melt. I hadn’t realized I’d been afraid he would log off right away until he reassured me he wouldn’t.

I scramble into the bed, pull the covers over me, and let my computer rest on my thighs.

CravingMore: Thank you, Sir.

FulfillingDominance: You’re very welcome. Was that what you needed?

CravingMore: Yes. So much.

FulfillingDominance: What was your favorite part?

Oh. My favorite part? I haven’t played with many Doms—I don’t have a lot of experience—so maybe it’s normal to be asked that question, but no one ever has before.

CravingMore: I want to say all of it, but I have a feeling you’re expecting more than that… The obeying, I guess. Knowing I was doing exactly what you wanted, even though you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t. And…and maybe that if anyone saw me, it would be embarrassing, that I was humiliating myself by sucking my fingers and rubbing the mattress. I did that for you, and knowing that almost makes me feel high.

A few minutes go by, and fear skyrockets inside me, making me tremble. Did I do something wrong? The last thing I want is to fuck this up with the first Dom who has made the wires inside me connect.

FulfillingDominance: Your reply is more satisfying than I have words for. If I could have crafted a response to that question for myself, for my needs in a sub, it would have been that.

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest, making me feel like I’m soaring. I want that more than anything—to make Sir proud. He might not be mine, and I don’t know if this will ever happen again, but he’s given me exactly what I need.

CravingMore: Thank you. That means so much to me. This… It’s what I’ve been looking for but haven’t been able to find.

FulfillingDominance: How much experience do you have?

CravingMore: I’ve met with four Doms, and none of them made me feel like what we just did. It was only once for each of them except the first man. We had two scenes together because I thought I was doing something wrong and wanted to try again. I’ve gone on dates with other men looking for this, but it didn’t feel right, so I didn’t have a scene with them.

FulfillingDominance: That’s very smart of you. If you’re not feeling right about a situation, you should never give power to a person. I get the feeling you’re younger than me. How old are you?

Fear spikes sharply in my chest. I don’t know how old he is either. Honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t ask. I’ve always been more attracted to older men, so it’s usually one of my first questions. But something in Sir’s words tells me that my being younger might not be a good thing to him. The thought feels like a weight on my chest, like what I want is dangling right in front of me but just out of reach, and my answer could pull it even further away.

CravingMore: Twenty-five.

Guilt hits me, but it’s only three years. It’s not that big of a deal to lie about three years. If we meet, I can pass for that age, but hopefully, it’ll sound better than twenty-two.

CravingMore: Is that okay?

FulfillingDominance: Yes, boy. How are you feeling? Still okay?

CravingMore: Yes, Sir. I’m just sleepy now.

FulfillingDominance: I want you to go to sleep. Get a good night’s rest. I’ll stay on for a little while, and if you need me, message me again. I don’t like that I’m not there to provide the proper aftercare. Are you free to talk at the same time Monday?

I feel a stab of disappointment that we won’t be chatting tomorrow.

CravingMore: I work. Can we do nine instead?

FulfillingDominance: Yes. I’ll talk to you then. Thank you for giving yourself to me tonight.

CravingMore: Thank you, Sir, for giving me an escape and helping me be myself.

I go to sleep with the biggest smile on my face.