Chapter 8
DASH
“Show me your favorite,” Callum said, telling me this time instead of asking me.
The order sent a deliciously wicked shiver through me, as if this really was one of my fantasies come to life. My stomach was still a little jumpy with nerves, though, and I had no idea if I should… should go get those pretty pink panties I liked the best and just bring them here and show him?
Or should I put them on first?
Or would he want me to put them on right here, stripping for him in front of the camera?
Or—
“Sweetheart. Breathe.”
“Okay,” I said, making myself do it, which was way easier than worrying about what came next when I just looked into his eyes and focused on only that for a minute.
And when Callum smiled at me like I’d done something right, it suddenly got even easier, as if a switch flipped in my head, making it okay to do exactly what we’d just been talking about.
He would tell me what to do, and I could just do it without worrying so much about getting it right or not.
“Good boy,” Callum said, sending a hot thrill through me. “Now go get the prettiest thing you let me buy for you, and hold it up to show me here in front of the camera,” he said, as if he’d somehow gotten right inside my head.
I nodded, dropping the phone and scrambling off the bed, then turning back to grab it so I could prop it up on the nightstand, leaning against a lamp, so he could see everything.
Not just because he wanted me to show him the panties, but because knowing he was watching felt exciting…
but it also felt like I couldn’t go wrong as long as he could see what I was doing and tell me what he wanted next.
And if he didn’t want me to do something, he wouldn’t give me permission to.
I pulled the slippery-soft pink panties out of their bag, and clutched them tight for a moment, the feel of the satiny material in my hands already making my dick start to get hard.
I honestly didn’t know if it would work to wait for Callum’s permission to come if he really wanted me to model them, or what he might do if I couldn’t.
I’d never been good at holding back once I got myself going, and even though I wanted to do whatever he told me to, how was I supposed to stop it if he made me put the panties on, and they rubbed against me, and I knew he was watching, and he said things to me in that firm voice, and…
“Dashiell?”
I whipped around to face the phone, panting hard. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I was… I was getting them!” I said, rushing back toward the bed, my cheeks feeling warm and flushed. But I didn’t let myself stop to worry, or second guess what I should do, because he’d already told me.
I held up the panties, making sure the camera was in focus.
“Oh… sweetheart,” Callum said, his voice sounding deeper. Slower. Sweet and sinful, like warm molasses. “Those are beautiful. I want to see them on you. Lay them on the bed for a moment so you can…”
“So I can what?” I asked, trembling a little.
His eyes burned into me for a moment, then he blinked. “Baby,” he said, the words coming out carefully, as if he was thinking each one through. “I’m going to tell you what to do.”
“Yes, please,” I blurted out, making him laugh and lose the ultra-serious expression for a second.
“God, you’re perfect.”
I swallowed hard, the way he said it making me feel perfect.
“Dashiell,” he went on, his voice soft now. “I’m going to tell you what to do, what I want you to do, and the first thing I’m going to tell you to do is get naked for me. But if that makes you uncomfortable—”
“No, just horny,” I interrupted, my heart beating fast.
He laughed again, that delicious heat flaring in his eyes. “Me, too, pretty baby. I just don’t ever want you to feel distressed, or nervous, or coerced. I guess I’m just reminding you that you can say no.”
“Okay.” I bit my lip. “But I am nervous when you stop to talk about it like this. I’ve never gotten naked for anyone before.
I’ve never let anyone see me wearing anything like…
like these before.” I smoothed my hand over the pretty panties, which I’d already laid out on the bed, like he’d said.
“So, can you just, can you just boss me around, please? I’m so horny and I know you said I couldn’t come but I already feel like I might, and I…
I just really want to know if you like them. ”
I could feel myself blushing again, because he’d already said the panties were beautiful.
What I really meant was that I wanted to know if he liked them on me.
I wanted him to call me his “pretty baby” again.
I wanted him to watch me just like he was right now, with his eyes filled with wicked, filthy promises but also the softer things that made me feel so safe with him…
and then I wanted him to give me permission to come, so that when I did, it was for him, not just a fantasy.
“Take your clothes off, Dashiell,” he said, his voice a little deeper, a little more dominant. “Don’t worry about how you do it,” he added right before I started to do that. “Just drop everything on the floor and get naked. I want to see you.”
The flare of nerves I’d told him about settled right down, and I did exactly what he said, stripping everything off and then standing in front of him, not even worried about how small and skinny I was, because when he watched me like this, I could see in his face that I was doing everything right.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning closer to his phone, so that all I could see was his face. “You’re hard.”
“Yes, Da—sir,” I said, catching myself just in time. This was real life, not one of my Hot Daddy fantasies, and I didn’t want to ruin anything by calling him that in case he didn’t like it.
“Would you like to touch that pretty cock of yours for me?”
I swallowed hard, clenching my butt cheeks tight as a hot pulse went through my dick, making precum well up from the slit and drip down my shaft. I was so hard that it was sticking straight up, practically stuck to my stomach, and I would like that, but if I did, I’d probably come right away.
Callum laughed, low and throaty, and gave me a dirty smile that made me whimper. “I see,” he said, even though I hadn’t answered. “Hands off for now, then. Turn around and let me see the rest of you.”
I did.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmured. “And that perfect ass of yours is going to look even prettier in pink lace. Have you ever played with it, sweetheart? Have you ever touched your hole? Fingered yourself until you came?”
The question made another pulse of precum spurt out of my dick, like his words were hands or something, touching me in all the ways that made it feel like I was about to come.
I shook my head, dropping my chin to my chest and squeezing my hands into fists to keep from stroking myself as I panted for breath. I’d never done any of that stuff. I wanted him to, though. I wanted him to do everything to me.
“I want you to bend over the bed, pretty baby,” Callum said, his voice sounding as rough as my breathing. “But I won’t tell you to do that right now. Seeing that sweet little hole of yours when I can’t do anything about it would be too much torture for an old man like me.”
“You’re not… not old,” I said, wanting so badly to bend over now that he’d said it that I had to lock my knees in place. I rubbed my hands down the sides of my thighs, wishing he’d tell me to jerk off for him. “You’re… you’re perfect.”
He laughed again, sounding delighted. “That’s my line, sweetheart. But thank you. I am old, compared to you, but that just means I know how to take care of you. Now pick up those panties and put them on for me, but do it just like this. I want to see them slide up over that tight little ass.”
I nodded, reaching out and letting my fingers trail over the smooth satin while I tried to get my dick under control.
I’d never been this turned on when I’d put a pair of pretty panties on before, and it usually didn’t take long once I felt them on my dick before I had to shoot.
Right now, I was worried that just pulling them up my legs the way he’d told me to would be too much, and I didn’t… didn’t have permission for that.
“Now, Dashiell,” Callum said, his voice firm enough to make me jump, quit worrying about whether I would come or not and just obey him.
I stepped into the panties and shimmied them up, holding my breath as I pulled the soft material into place over my dick.
Callum groaned, the sound rolling out of my new phone’s speakers and wrapping around me like a blanket. “Oh, baby. I’m going to have to fuck you in those one day, if you’ll let me. Smooth your hands over your ass for me now. Touch all that pretty pink for me, since I can’t do it myself right now.”
I did it, for him. This pair was cut high, so the lower half of my butt hung out, but I knew it looked sexy, and cupping my rear for him, smoothing my hands over satin and lace with Callum’s eyes burning into me from behind, branding me like fire, was… it was too much.
I dropped my hands, squeezing them into fists again. “I might… I might come.”
“Turn around,” he said, his voice guttural.
I did, and he made a punched-out sound that pulled my balls up so tight against my body it made me cry out.
“Fuck, baby.” His screen jiggled, and even though I could still just see his face, I realized he must be touching himself too. “You’re stunning. I want you to play with yourself for me. That little cock of yours can’t be contained, can it? It’s already getting your panties all messy.”
I didn’t even mind him calling my dick little, because it was. My whole shaft fit in my hand if I made a fist around it, only the head sticking out, and my hand wasn’t even that big. But since these panties had been made for a woman’s body, my erection still poked up out of the top.
And he was right, all the precum dripping from my slit had already darkened the front of the panties.
My stomach was shiny and slick with it, and every time I moved, even just a little, the lacy bits along the top of the panties shifted and moved over my shaft, rubbing right below the head, wet and dirty and… and…
“Please,” I gasped, my blunt nails digging into my palms as I tried to be good for him and wait like he’d said. “Please, Da—Callum. Sir! Please give me permission, I can’t… I can’t wait. You’re making me so horny.”
“You haven’t even touched yourself.”
I whimpered, my hips thrusting forward and my butt clenching tight. “Please.”
“Pull the panties down in the front. Tuck them under your balls.”
Somehow, I did, my hands shaking and my cock throbbing so hard that it was hard to concentrate on anything but the searing, trembling heat tumbling down my spine and filling up my balls, racing up my shaft in hot, pulsing bursts that—
“Stroke yourself. Rub your thumb over your cockhead.”
I tried. I did try. But the moment I touched myself, white-hot pleasure shot through me like liquid fire.
I cried out, cum spurting out of my cock and coating my chest, dripping down my hand, spilling onto the panties Callum had bought for me while filthy, embarrassing sounds tumbled out of my mouth.
It went on so long and felt so good that my head started to feel a little fuzzy, my bones turning to jello and a warm, hazy cloud settling over me as I sank down onto the bed, my hand still wrapped around my dick and my insides utterly melted.
“Dashiell,” Callum said, the raw tone to his voice pulling me out of the cloud I could have easily drifted off and fallen asleep in.
I lazily opened my eyes, not even sure when I’d closed them. Then widened them fast when I realized what I’d done.
“You didn’t give me permission,” I said, feeling all that delicious warmth turning to ice. I sat up fast, wiping my hand off on… shoot. On Callum’s bedspread, which I’d need to ask Andrea how to wash now, which would be totally embarrassing.
Then I swallowed hard. That wasn’t the only embarrassing thing. “I’m sorry. I always, um, I always come too fast. I meant to wait. I tried. I—”
“Baby,” he cut in, his voice sharp but his eyes still warm and tender. “You were beautiful. And that… problem, is something I can help with in the future, if you’d like. In fact, I would very, very much enjoy helping to ensure you don’t come without my permission again.”
I had no idea how he thought he might be able to do that but the way he said it would have made me hard again if I hadn’t just come that very second.
Plus, he was talking about the future. He’d said he wanted to have sex with me, and he looked at me like he felt…
things. Maybe even some of the same things that I was feeling.
But hearing him come right out and say it like that, like we could keep doing this and he would still want me, be with me, take care of me, even after he came back, made me feel almost as blissed-out as the orgasm had. Maybe even better.
“Would you like that, sweetheart? Would you like me to take charge of your pleasure? Would you like to give me control over that pretty little cock of yours from now on, and trust me to take good care of it?”
“Yes,” I said as a heated shiver rolled through my body. Even though my balls felt drained, my dick trembled, trying to rise again. “Please… please do that. I want it to be yours. I want to be yours. I want all of that.”
“Then you’ll have it,” he promised softly, his eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that it didn’t feel like there were three thousand miles between us. It didn’t feel like there was any space at all.
And in one more day, there wouldn’t be.
I couldn’t wait.