Chapter 2 - Mike
I put my phone next to me and lie back on the bed, wondering where this is going.
I’ve spent pretty much all day texting with Willow, getting to know her a little better, but mainly flirting.
Considering how much younger than me she is, I’m surprised that we talk so easily.
I keep telling myself that maybe this is a bad idea.
She’s far too young for me and I have no interest in having a relationship, but then she sends me a message that makes me smile and I type back.
What I really want to do is invite her over so I can fuck her again.
I’m pretty sure that if I asked, she would say yes.
But I’m also sure that it’s not a good idea for either of us.
At the past Halloween parties, if I give my number to someone, I usually leave it a couple of days to let them know that I’m interested in sex and not seem too keen, but that’s it.
There’s no expectation for any more than that.
I’ve already broken that rule with Willow and I worry that if I invite her over, she’s going to think it’s more than it is.
I think I’m going to play it cool for a bit. I’ve offered to teach her more about freeuse and kink, and I hope she takes me up on that. But no rushing into it, because as good as it was, it’s still just going to be some fun sex.
Closing my eyes, I decide to hold off with the texting. Maybe for a day or two.
Well, all of my plans went out of the window.
It’s been a week since the Halloween party and we’ve been texting each other pretty much every day. I really tried to play it cool, but something about her seems to weaken my resolve.
In a way, it’s a good thing. Thanksgiving is coming up, and that was one of the holidays I enjoyed the most with my wife, and it brings back memories of her.
I don’t have any other family, so being alone at Thanksgiving always feels haunted by the ghost of celebrations past. As usual, I plan to hunker down at home, watch terrible TV shows, and think about reading all the books on my shelf that, realistically, I will never get around to reading.
So talking to Willow has been a pleasant distraction from that looming on the horizon.
Our texting is still flirty, but there seems to be an edge to it now. I think both of us want to take it further, but neither of us is making the first move.
It’s still early in the morning, and I get out of bed and head to the kitchen. Pancakes may not be the healthiest thing to start the day with, but on the weekend, it’s my treat for being good during the working week.
I’d just finished making them and I’m sliding them onto my plate when my phone buzzes. It’s Willow.
Willow:
Morning! I woke up early, so I thought I’d check in with you. If you’re even awake. Do people as old as you even sleep?
I smile as I type back. She found out yesterday just how much older I am and has been bringing it up jokingly ever since.
Mike:
Less of the cheekiness, young lady, or I will put you over my knee.
There is a pause and then I see her replying.
Willow:
Is that a promise?
I rest against the counter and think about putting her over my knee, dragging her panties off and spanking her ass.
Mike:
Are you still in bed?
There is no pause.
Willow:
Yeah. Want to join me?
Someone’s feeling frisky today. Time to turn that to my advantage.
Mike:
Remove your covers and spread your legs. I’m going to give you some instructions.
This time the reply is a little slower, like I caught her by surprise.
Willow:
Oh, okay. Done.
I carry the pancakes to the bedroom and set the plate on the nightstand. I have a feeling they’re going to go cold before I have time to eat them.
Mike:
Slip your hand up over your breasts. I want you to close your eyes for 30 seconds and think of me removing your panties and putting you over my knee. And while you do that, rub your nipples.
My cock is stirring as I think about her lying in bed, doing what I tell her. The whole thing about being a dom is control. Let’s see how she is at taking commands.
My phone beeps.
Willow:
Done. I feel a little fuzzy.
That’s a good sign. I love it when a sub gets all fuzzy headed and obedient.
Mike:
Place one hand between your legs and finger yourself. Think of my firm grip on your ass, ready to spank you for being rude about my age.
This time it takes a while for her to reply.
Willow:
Done. Got distracted rubbing.
Mike:
Good girl. What were you thinking of?
She hesitates, and I’m not surprised. Even though she went to a freeuse party to lose her virginity, I sense that she’s still a little shy. Hopefully, I can get her to come out of her shell, but that’s going to take time.
Willow:
I was thinking of being across your lap with one of your hands on my shoulder, pinning me. The other was caressing my ass in a circle, giving me gentle pats, ready to spank me.
I’m about to reply when I see the three dots and know she’s writing something else.
Willow:
Can I keep touching myself?
That makes me smile. She really does have the makings of a good sub.
Mike:
Keep rubbing. Put one finger on your clit and make little circles. Imagine it’s me doing it. Close your eyes and let your thoughts drift. I want you to think of nothing else except how good it feels. Understand?
Willow:
Y.
She’s so fuzzy that she’s not even typing full words. Which is just how I want her. I really want to stroke my cock, but as hard as I am, I want to maintain some control. So instead, I squeeze myself through my jeans.
Mike:
How does it feel?
Willow:
So good. My body feels all heavy, like I’m sinking into the bed. Trouble thinking. Just want to keep touching.
Mike:
Good girl. Keep on touching. That’s all you need to do. Reread my words and touch yourself.
I leave her for a few minutes, letting her sink into it. I imagine her lying there, eyes shut, hand between her legs, lost in it.
Mike:
Willow…
Willow:
***
What I’m about to do is a little cruel, but it’s also going to drive her wild. And be better for her in the long run.
Mike:
I want you to stop touching and wake yourself up. Playtime is over.
Willow:
WHAT? NO. I want to keep touching.
Maybe she’s going to be a bratty sub. That’s going to make things fun.
Mike:
How do you feel right now?
Willow:
Needy.
I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
Mike:
And that’s how I want you to feel whenever you think about me.
Willow:
Oh.
I pick up my plate of pancakes and start eating them. She might go back to touching, she might not. But now that I’ve put the thought in her head, she’ll always think about being horny when she talks to me. And that’s what I wanted.
Willow:
You got me all turned on. Now I’m going to be distracted all day. You better be around to talk to me.
Mike:
I will be.
Willow:
Good. Now if I can’t come, I’m going to go find some food.
I look at my phone as a picture comes through, her lips pushed up against the screen.
Willow
Talk to you later!
She’s funny, sexy, and adorable. And I wonder if I’m allowing her to get too close. But for now, she makes me smile, and that’s all I can ask for.