26 Dane
Dane
Fox
Checking in with you.
Me
About what?
Fox
Don’t play coy with me.
Me
Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll answer you. I’m good.
Fox
I take it everything with your sub is good, then?
Me
We’ve amended our relationship and contract to include deeper intimacy.
Fox
Did you use AI to answer that?
Me
You’re a bastard sometimes, you know that?
Fox
So I’ve been told.
Me
We’re working it out.
Fox
You didn’t ask them to do an in-person scene yet, did you?
Me
I’m working up to it.
Fox
Do you need me to top you?
Me
I don’t think your partners would be into that.
Fox
I’ll ask them.
Me
Fuck off.
Fox
Be a good boy, and use your words.
Me
I did.
Fox
Next time I ask you, I hope your answer is different.
Me
Fox sends me back a gif of a man slapping a paddle against his hand, and I smirk.
Me
You wish.
I exit out of my messages and walk into my kitchen. It’s nearly seven, which means Lindsey will be ending her shift soon.
Since our little scene in the bathroom earlier, I haven’t stopped thinking about her.
I’ve been itching to play with the toy inside her panties, but I’m waiting.
I wouldn’t tease her while she was with patients, putting her job or the people in her care at risk, but the idea of making her wear the toy was for her to wonder when and if I would click the button.
Not only would she think of me all day, but it was also the ultimate surrender of her control.
It was a little lesson for her, of course, but it was also for me to see how far she’d go to please me and how deep her trust is.
But her luck will run out soon, because at a minute past seven, I’ll send her a little pulse to remind her that she’s mine to play with.
That had I wanted to, I could have clicked the toy on while she worked, even if I never would.
I grin and open my fridge, pulling out some chicken breast, sweet potato, and green beans I meal-prepped on Sunday.
It makes me think of Kas and our interaction at the diner over my protein omelet.
She’d probably think this meal is just as disgusting.
It’s not bad, but it’s not great, either.
It’s fuel and does the job. It’s also easy to prep for myself and keeps well for reheating.
It’s practical, just like most things in my life.
What’s not practical, however, is the way I’m thinking of feeding Lindsey a bite of my food.
I open my utensil drawer and remember how her lips closed around my fork when I fed her a piece of my food at the diner.
She chewed slowly, almost sensually, which made me think about all sorts of things, most importantly, how nice it was to feed her.
How she took the bite I offered so easily.
Feeding her wasn’t just about the food. It was about care, control, and trust, all wrapped up in one small moment.
That thought leads to Fox’s texts, and I know he’s right to call me out about the in-person scenes. While the amended contract we signed includes a sexual dynamic between us now, I have not asked her to come over.
I thought it best we work up to it and let it happen naturally, even if the desire to ask her on a date has been on the tip of my tongue.
Not that we’ve had the time between our busy schedules.
Lindsey’s, in particular, is chaotic, something I hope we can fix once I look at her finances.
She may have sent me what I requested on one of her breaks, but I have yet to check my email.
I pop my food in my toaster oven and lean against my counter as my phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to play. I open the app to the toy and wait for it to connect. I’ve never played with a toy like this before, not in this way, at least.
I’ve used toys in scenes in the past, but I saw this online and had to get it, knowing it would be the perfect toy for this virtual relationship Lindsey and I have been building.
I even drove down the mountain to a larger town to pick it up at my PO box—along with some other toys for the future—so I’d get it faster.
I open the different controls and click the one that will send one sharp pulse then pause and move into a low and steady vibration.
I imagine her filling out her end-of-day reports or maybe talking to a coworker.
I wonder if she made a noise and blew it off as a cramp or something.
Or maybe she’s alone and is pressing her head against the cool metal of the locker, attempting not to come.
There’s no way she’s not turned on. Even though I didn’t touch the toy all day, she’ll be wet for me. I can guarantee it.
Fifteen minutes later, as I’m finishing up my food, a message on my encrypted app comes through.
Lindsey
I’m sending you a bill for new underwear.
I smile around my food and type a message back.
Me
I’d be happy to buy you some. As long as I get to pick them out.
With the new dynamic we’re building, I don’t feel like a creep imagining dirty things with her anymore.
Like what her shapely body would look like in lacy underwear I’d buy her or how I’d make her jack me off with a pair she’d soaked.
And hopefully, one day, me stuffing a pair in her smart mouth while I spanked her ass red in punishment—or purely for my pleasure alone.
Lindsey
What will you pick out for me, Sir?
Me
It will be a surprise. But you’ll wear whatever I get for you, won’t you?
Lindsey
Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything you ask.
Her message comes through fast, and laughter rumbles through my chest.
Me
Are you saying that because of the toy driving you mad or because you mean it?
Lindsey
Because I mean it, Sir.
Me
Good girl.
Satisfied, I take a drink of water. When my phone buzzes again, I smile as I read her question. I knew she’d be wet and ready. I’m happy that I was right.
Lindsey
Can I come, Sir?
Me
No.
Lindsey
Please, Sir. I don’t know if I can hold it back.
The image of her squirming and pleading to come doesn’t help the hard-on I have, one that’s been constant today thinking of her wearing my toy.
If she were here with me, there are so many things I could do to make sure she didn’t come.
But she’s not, and I know I’m being mean by not letting her come.
But I like the idea of pushing her boundaries further, of testing the depths of her submission to me, especially while she’s learning to submit and I’m learning her.
I think for another few seconds, knowing she’s teetering on the edge, waiting for my answer.
Me
What will you give me if I let you?
The bubbles appear on the screen, and my brows lift when her answer appears.
Lindsey
Anything, Sir.
I love her innocence in all this. She truly doesn’t mean anything, because I can think of many things she’d probably hate.
Me
That’s a dangerous thing to say to your Dom. I’ll give you one chance to take it back.
Lindsey
I’m not taking it back.
Me
You’re brave tonight, baby.
Lindsey
You make me want to be brave.
Her words stop my fingers from replying right away, hitting something deep in my chest that makes it warm and tight.
It’s a reminder that Lindsey is unlike most submissives I work with and what we’re developing is new territory, even for me.
But it’s a connection I want to explore, one I’ve dived headfirst into. Her words show me that she has, too.
Me
I’m glad to hear that.
Lindsey
Sir, I, I can hardly type. I’m using voice to text.
Deciding to have mercy on her, and because I need to hear her voice while she begs on the edge of release, I call her. She picks up before the first ring ends, breathless.
“Sir, please. I don’t think I can wait. The vibrations are too much!”
I stand up straight, leaning against my counter. “You said you’d give me anything. I’m curious as to what you’ll give me if I let you take what’s mine.”
She groans through the phone, “I don’t—I don’t know, Sir.” She sobs, and I appreciate her will to hold off. I truthfully thought she’d already have given in by now.
“Lindsey, if you don’t know, then I’m afraid I won’t let you come.”
“Please, please, please,” she chants. “I don’t know if I can wait.”
I put my phone on speaker and open the app to the toy, clicking the dull vibration to a higher setting. I know what will happen, but if she can’t use her words after such an offer, this is what happens.
“Fuck!” Her curse filters through the line, and I know she’s coming. I don’t let up the vibration as she cries out. I imagine her gripping her phone and pressing her thighs together, clit sensitive. I like it, though, because it’s another reminder of me she’ll carry with her.
“Such a bad girl,” I say loud enough for her to hear me. She whines, and I finally ease the vibration, but I don’t turn it off completely.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Oh god.” She groans again as I send another pulse at her apology.
“What do I do with you now, Lindsey? You disobeyed me.” Her breath comes hard and fast, and I continue. “I could make you come again and again until your clit is sore and puffy. Until your pleasure is no longer pleasure. Do you think that would teach you a lesson?”
“Yes,” she says quietly, though from her tone, I know that is not what she wants. It’s far from what she wants.
“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood tonight, and I know you’ve had a long day, so I’ll settle for this. You said you’d give me anything to let you come, and now I’m owed. So what will you give me?”
“What is it you want, Sir?” she asks through a deep breath.
I send a pulse of vibration to her clit, and she gasps.
“Tell me what you’ll give me. And don’t make me ask again, or I’ll make you wear this toy for days, maybe even an entire week, with the vibration so low that you’ll be on the brink of release until I see fit to let you come.
And if there’s one thing you should know about me, Lindsey, it’s that I can be a patient man when I need to be. ”
She releases a low, whimpering sound that makes me think she both loves and hates the idea, which is exactly the response I was hoping for.
There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and finally, after a few labored breaths, she speaks. “My mouth, Sir.”
It’s so quiet, I hardly hear it. “What was that?” I ask to make sure I heard right.
“My mouth, Sir.”
My dick does a full-on jerk in my pants at the image, an image she’s put there before. She’s already said she wanted to kneel at my feet, to ease my displeasure with her smart mouth. Fuck if I don’t want that, but—I thought easing into in-person would be best. It’s one of the reasons I got the toy.
I wet my lips and inhale. I know that once Lindsey’s in my presence and I can touch her how I want, do with her what I want, that will be it for me. It wouldn’t just be the image of her in my life; she’d physically be there, in my space. Is she truly ready for that? Am I?
“Sir?” Lindsey’s voice is unsure and hurt.
Fuck.
I swallow hard and release my clenched jaw. “That’s a generous offer.” I may not be able to see her, but the energy that seemed to crackle between us even through the phone ceases, and it’s as if she stopped breathing.
She took my silence as a rejection.
“I should go, Sir. I need to get home.”
“Lindsey,” I say sternly, “we aren’t done talking.”
“It was a stupid offer; one you don’t want. I didn’t realize how late it was. Kas is waiting.”
“Lindsey,” I bark, but she’s already hung up.
I put my phone down on the counter, my almost-finished meal staring at me. I took too long to answer. She was offering herself to me, and instead of speaking to her about what it would mean to do an in-person scene together, I froze.
My appetite shot, I dump the leftovers in the trash and wash my dishes while fuming.
I don’t like that she hung up, and she knows that from my boundaries we’ve discussed previously, but I also screwed up.
I may not know Lindsey well, but I know enough to gather that she has confidence issues.
A big indicator of that beyond her questionnaire was the way she didn’t want to look at herself on the screen during our virtual role-play.
I wipe my hands off on a dish towel and pick up my phone, opening the messaging app and clicking on her name to text her.
Me
In the future, please do not hang up on me.
Remember my boundaries? This is not how we handle our emotions or feelings.
We talk through things, even if they’re uncomfortable.
That being said, I didn’t mean to upset you and would like to talk about this more.
Please let me know when we can discuss what happened.
I hit send and close out of the app for now. She’s driving, and I don’t expect an answer. I also need time to cool off. I’m not used to my submissives hanging up on me, but I also do not have this type of dynamic with them.
I blow out a harsh breath and click to send classical music flowing through my speakers, hoping my nightly routine and work will reground me.
I doubt it will, though, because my recent routine involves talking to a certain smart-mouthed brunette with eyes the color of rich cognac and lips that are wholly kissable.
Lips I just fumbled like an idiot.