Chapter 5 #2
“There are things you share with your best friend that you don’t share with your actual brother, though.
And now it’s like we’re not Cooper and Axel because it’s Dylan and Axel.
I’m not really sure where I fit now, and Axel was the only person I ever fitted with in my life.
I don’t think I’m handling it too great, honestly. ”
“Are you taking it out on them?”
“No. I don’t think I am.” Maybe I’d distanced myself from Axel a little, but I was only trying to give them some space. I needed some space too. Just to wrap my head around it all so I could pretend to be normal about all of this.
“Having complicated feelings about something isn’t ‘not handling it,’ you know? It’s just being a person. You probably should talk to Axel about what it means for the two of you now,” he suggested sensibly. Annoyingly so.
“I guess.”
Patrick rolled his eyes like he knew I would ignore his advice, but he didn’t look mad about it.
“I should probably go, let you do whatever it is you do… when you’re… alone.”
Patrick raised an eyebrow at me and smirked.
“Not like that… I don’t mean that. Unless that’s what you want to do, in which case obviously you should do that. But it’s none of my business. You clearly don’t need to tell me when you’re doing that. But I’m not shaming you if—Please stop me.”
Patrick mercifully held his hand over my mouth to prevent me from speaking, and I closed my eyes. I feared I might never be able to open them again from sheer mortification.
Patrick leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I usually wait until I’m in bed to make myself come, but you’re right, it’s none of your business. You can text me and ask permission when you want to come, though.”
My entire body trembled, and I had to fight not to ask him if I could come right there and then. Preferably with his assistance. I didn’t, though.
A short while later, Patrick walked me to his front door. “Have a good Christmas, little fox.”
I hated living alone. Nothing made me happier than a full, loud house, and after Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Dylan, Axel, Mom, and Abbie, I dreaded the quiet.
My arms were full between my bag and Christmas gifts, so I used my shoulder to open the main door, not needing a key as the landlord was yet to fix the lock. I made my way up two flights of stairs to my little den at the top.
There was a small envelope taped to my front door with “Cooper” written across it but not in a handwriting I recognised.
For a moment, I worried it was my downstairs neighbour because I’d caused a leak or something while I’d been away.
I ripped it off the door with my teeth and dropped my bag so I could unlock my front door.
My home was just a small flat since it’d previously been a town house that a landlord had converted to make more money, but it suited me okay for now. The kitchen was small, but I wasn’t much of a cook, and the living room had plenty of space for a big sofa and my gaming setup.
Some of the less personal comics I liked to draw were displayed on the wall next to my television, including a series I did of my and Axel’s questionable teenage antics.
Stepping into the living room, I winced at the state of my flat. The place needed a tidy and a clean—badly. I dumped my things onto the sofa and opened up the envelope.
Huh.
There was no note, only a gift card inside for an audiobook site. My cheeks flushed. I wondered briefly if it was from Milly. I’d grown to be quite good friends with Axel’s cousin with all the time I spent hanging around at the pub to see Axel and Dylan.
It seemed like an oddly thoughtful gift for her, though—no offence. And I was fairly sure she’d said she was spending Christmas in Cunningham City with her sister.
But that really only left…
Surely not?
I rummaged through my bag to find my phone and quickly shoved the charger in as I’d forgotten to pack it and my phone had died last night.
The bad habit of chewing my fingernails returned as I waited for it to light up again.
Fast charger, my arse.
When it eventually turned itself back on again, I opened my messages.
His name was still at the top of my messages list as he’d sent me voice note the day before saying “Merry Christmas, little fox. Thanks for the apron—I think?” I’d replied with, “Merry Christmas, Sir. Everybody loves Shrek!” Only to panic over calling him Sir outside a scene.
I wasn’t entirely sure how to ask if he was responsible for the gift card stuck to my door without sounding weird.
Holding down the voice note button, I gulped. “Morning, Sir. Um… this might seem like a weird question if it wasn’t you. But did you happen to come by my place?”
I’m not sure why I expected some sort of instant reply, but I didn’t get one.
I stared at my phone for an embarrassingly long time before forcing myself to take my bag into my room and do a load of washing.
I was halfway through a game of Madden when my phone finally chimed with an incoming message.
I dived for my phone at a speed which would have been mortifying if anyone had witnessed it. I hit play on the voice note.
“Guilty. Check your emails, I sent some links to a few books I thought you might enjoy.”
I glanced around my empty flat like someone might be privy to the goofy grin plastered across my face before quickly flicking to the email app.
“How did you get my email address?” I asked, continuing our voice note back-and-forth.
“Your boss is a terrible employer. You should sue him.”
I chuckled at that. Jack was a great boss but it was a business run in a small town in a very small-town kind of way.
There were ten links Patrick had sent me to a variety of books. Some adventure, some thriller, and oh god… some BDSM romance. My cheeks were on fire, but when I managed to figure out how to connect the gift card, they were the first ones I downloaded.
“Thank you, Sir. That was a really thoughtful gift.”
“What can I say? I’m an onion; I have layers.”
And boy did I want to peel those layers back.
I’d said I’d go to the pub tonight for some Boxing Day karaoke gimmick that my painfully extroverted brother had come up with, but that wasn’t until later.
So I had most of the day to kill, and instead of sitting and playing video games like always, I dug out my headphones and began listening to one of the audiobooks Patrick had recommended.
Technically, I could have played it aloud but an explicit BDSM romance felt like it was a headphones kind of story.
Now, it isn’t a fact I’m immensely proud of or anything, but I’ve been single my entire adult life and I’ve watched a lot of porn.
Probably more than is recommended. Not that porn is exactly recommended, but still.
What I’m getting at is that I’m not a prude, I’ve seen things. Very filthy, explicit things.
But this fucking book had me panting on my own sofa and hard enough to hammer in a nail by chapter four. I didn’t know books were like this.
Patrick had found me a book where the Dom and the sub were both alphas.
The sub was a bratty guy who’d broken his Daddy’s rule about coming without permission, and now he was being spanked as a “funishment.” I hadn’t come myself in days because I was too shy to ask Patrick for permission, and although he hadn’t exactly made it a rule, I wanted it to be one, so I’d just forgone jerking off altogether.
I didn’t like pain, exactly, but there was something about being spanked that did it for me. It was a kind of embarrassment that turned me on instead of making me want to curl up in a ball.
The Dom in the book spat into the subs hole and pushed a finger inside, and I groaned. I could have sworn I’d heard the sound of it, did this book have sound effects?
Unable to help myself, I reached into my joggers and rubbed my cock through my briefs. There was a damp patch where copious precum had leaked, and I squeezed the head of my cock until it hurt a little.
The bratty sub was whimpering now. “Chasing my fingers like a horny little slut, aren’t you?” the Dom said.
“Yes, Daddy. Need your cock. Please. Please, pleeeeaseeee,” the sub whined.
Too horny to hold back, I quickly stripped off both my joggers and underwear and took myself in hand.
My cock had a curve in it which was more pronounced when I was this hard. When I pulled my foreskin back, I moaned in relief. I sucked on the middle finger of my other hand and bent my leg so I could reach around and finger myself.
The Dom had pushed his sub face first onto the bed and was teasing him by only giving him the tip of his cock while the sub moaned and writhed, begging for more.
Even with light strokes of my hand, I was getting close to the edge too fast, and panicked because I hadn’t got permission to come.
I scrambled for my phone, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask in a voice note, so I used voice to text.
Sir, can I come, please?
I nearly sobbed in relief when it changed almost immediately from delivered to read.
A voice note appeared, and I pressed play. “How close are you, little fox?”
Oh god. His voice alone was going to do me in.
Close. Very very close.
“I’m at work. If I text instead of voice note, can your phone read it to you?”
A tear ran down my cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was from being so turned on and flustered that I thought I might combust or because this man who wasn’t mine, but I wished he was, was the most thoughtful, considerate alpha I’d ever come across.
My phone can read it to me.
Patrick
Okay. Hands off your cock and hole now. Play with your nipples until I say.
For a moment, I sorely regretted asking Patrick for permission. My cock stared up at me like I’d betrayed it when I let go.
“Me too, buddy. Me too,” I muttered.
I did as I was told, though. My nipples were small, and I licked both of the pads of my thumbs before rubbing the tight buds. It felt good but in a frustrating way. Good but not enough.
Okay, Sir.
Patrick
Get yourself close again, then stop and play with your nipples until you’re away from the edge. Do it twice and text me when you’re done.
I could just lie.
I wouldn’t, though.
Sighing in resignation, I replied.
Yes, Sir.
Pressing play on the audiobook again, I got back to it. I left my cock alone at first and just sucked on two fingers before pushing them inside my hole. It was a tight fit, but I loved the stretching sensation. Loved feeling filled even if it was my own fingers.
As the pleasure built, warming my skin and leaving me flushed, I used my other hand to stroke myself gently.
I hissed because it was already too good, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I was right at the edge again and would have to force myself to stop before I came.
To slow it down, I alternated between stroking my cock and playing with my balls.
The Dom was fucking his sub in earnest now.
Telling him what a good boy he was. Telling him how proud he was of him for taking his cock so well, and I couldn’t help but picture them as myself and Patrick.
Me lying on a bed at his mercy, knowing he’d take care of me and light me up from the inside.
Having his cock deep inside me, splitting me open and driving the pleasure into my very core.
“Ahhh!” I yelped, scrunching my eyes shut and breathing like I’d run a marathon. That had been a close call. It’d physically hurt to stop that time, and I wanted to call Patrick and tell him he was a sadistic bastard but I didn’t.
Dutifully, I returned to playing with my nipples while ignoring my raging erection and seethed with envy as the sub in my audiobook came like a fountain and his Dom massaged his release into his skin.
Once I’d gone through it all again, I was panting, crying, with my face smushed into a pillow and my arse in the air because I feared even the friction from the sofa would make me finish before I was allowed.
I did it, Sir. Please let me come. I’ll do anything, please.
A minute later a voice note appeared.
Patrick chuckled darkly. “Good boy. You can come for Daddy. Wish I was there to see it, little fox.”
“I wish you were here to see it, too,” I whispered into the empty room.
It gave me an idea, though. An idea that only seemed good while you were incredibly horny, mind you.
I propped my phone up against some random junk on my coffee table and angled it towards the sofa before pressing record. I’d never done anything like it before, but I was quite honestly the most turned on I’d ever been in my life. Deliriously so.
Suddenly feeling very aware that I was intending to send the video to Patrick, I wanted to look good for him. Put on a show, maybe.
He obviously liked the thought of me playing with my nipples, so I started there.
The tight buds were already pink and abused from earlier, and my hips bucked off the sofa when I pinched them.
I trailed one hand down my abs and squeezed the base of my cock in a tight fist, making the head look an even angrier shade of purple as beads of precum formed at the tip.
Feeling bolder than I’d ever felt in my life, I swiped the tip with my other finger and sucked on it, whimpering as I imagined Patrick playing this back.
I’d been sideways on to the camera, but I wanted Patrick to really see me. Bare myself to him and not hold back for once in my fucking life, so I sat up and faced the camera.
My feet were on the edge of the sofa, and it exposed my hole, balls, and cock to the camera so completely that my entire torso flushed red. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the camera, instead I closed my eyes and let my hands wander where they wanted.
Two slick digits circled my hole before pushing in, and I ground down on them, moaning because it felt so good and this time I’d get to come.
With my other hand, I stroked my cock with a tight fist, twisting my wrist as I pulled my foreskin as far up as it would go, just the way I liked.
“Fuck. So close. So fucking close,” I gasped out.
Overwhelmed with sensation, the sweet friction of my calloused hand wrapped around my cock and my thick fingers plunging in and out of my hole, I couldn’t have held back even if I’d tried.
An embarrassing string of “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you” fell from my lips as my cock erupted.
Cum shot out of me like a missile, splattering my chest and dripping down the valley between my abs.
I was trembling from the shock of it. Muscles still spasming, I removed the fingers from my hole and had to take a moment to catch my breath before I remembered my phone was still recording.
I smiled shyly at the camera before adding, “Hope you have a good day at work, Sir.” And ended the video.