16. Daddy’s Good Boy
Soon. That’s what he said when he dropped me off at my place in the morning. Soon, he’ll buy the toys that will prepare me to take his cock. Soon, he’ll stretch me open and claim my hole. Soon.
It’s all I can think about as I go to work in the evening. I’m so scatterbrained that I fail to clear a table full of dirty dishes, and Guillaume doesn’t waste any time scolding me for it.
Soon. I hold that word in my mind as I load fancy wine glasses and plates into the dishwasher. Soon, I think as I ride my bike home. Soon, I think as I toss and turn in bed.
So many things have happened in such a short time. If I didn’t know better, I’d think last night was only a dream. I know it was real, though; I can feel it in the jittery excitement running through my veins, and when I replay everything in my head, I feel all warm and fuzzy.
He called me a good boy again. He made me come so many times.
He let me hold his cock. He let me suck it.
God, I can’t wait until he fucks me. I know it’ll be a challenge, with his size and my inexperience, but I also know he’ll be gentle—something I didn’t know when I was about to meet up with a stranger from a hookup app.
Logan is always gentle, and he makes me feel so safe, like nothing bad can happen to me while I’m with him.
He’s always made me feel like that, ever since I was a kid.
I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, longing for him more intensely than ever. Without even thinking about it, I unlock my phone and go to our texts.
Me:
I can’t sleep.
It’s two o’clock in the morning; there’s no way he’s awake. It’s not like he can do anything if he was, anyway, so—
My phone rings, the vibration startlingly loud against the silence.
I accept the call with a racing heart. “Daddy?”
“Is something wrong?” He sounds tired but otherwise fully engaged.
“No. I came back from work, and… Why are you awake?” I’m rambling. I didn’t expect him to call me, and now that our relationship is different from what it was, I can’t help but feel a silly nervousness when hearing his voice, as if I wasn’t nervous enough to begin with when it comes to him.
He sighs into his phone. “I couldn’t sleep either.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just… a lot of thoughts.”
My heartbeat quickens. Is he having second thoughts about what we did? Is he regretting it?
“Are you coming over tomorrow?” he asks.
“Yeah, I mean… If you want me to.”
“I want you to,” he says, and the smile in his voice makes butterflies flutter in my chest. He’s quiet for a beat, and I wait with bated breath. Finally, he asks, “What do you want to do?”
I smile sheepishly. “You know what I want to do.”
He chuckles, and through the phone, his voice sounds even deeper than in real life. It makes my stomach clench with arousal, and my hand wanders down my body to squeeze my dick through my boxer briefs.
“I’ll get you the toys, but only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” How many times do I need to tell him?
“Unless…” He grows quiet again, and my body thrums with impatience. “Unless you have some at home?”
“I don’t. I’ve only tried a finger.” I lie on my side and tug my underwear down to my knees.
Then, I stroke my ass and pretend that my hand is his hand, like I’ve done many times.
This time, my imagination is more vivid, though, because now he’s actually had his hands on my ass. He’s had his tongue there, too…
“Did you use lube?” he asks.
“Yeah… sometimes.”
“You should use it every time.”
“Like… right now?” My breath catches as soon as I say it. It’s not like he wanted to initiate phone sex; that’s all on me, and I still don’t fully know what he thinks is “appropriate” or not.
His breathing grows a little heavier. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah.” I can barely get the word out, still unsure if he’ll shut me down.
“Get the lube.”
I exhale in relief and stretch toward the drawer of my nightstand.
With the lube bottle in my hand, I squeeze some onto my fingers and bring my hand to my ass.
There, I stroke the lube over my hole, remembering the way it felt when Logan pulled me close and circled my rim with the callused pad of his finger.
His fingers are way thicker and longer than mine; no wonder he couldn’t fit it inside me.
“Talk me through it, sweetheart.”
“Oh. I’m—I put lube on my finger, and now I’m touching myself, um, on the outside.” My cheeks burn. In some ways, it feels mortifying to talk about this over the phone, and I’m suddenly afraid the twins will hear me. Nico sometimes stays up late, despite his complaints about late-night gaming.
Logan’s steady voice never fails to calm me down, though. “Good. How does it feel?”
“Feels nice,” I gasp, and I place the phone on the mattress so I can have both hands free in case I need them. “Feels really nice.”
“Good. Now inhale through your nose, and on the exhale, I want you to press the tip of your finger inside, just to the first knuckle.”
I take a great big breath, probably bigger than I need to, and as I exhale, I press my finger harder against my rim until my hole opens and swallows it. I give a low moan, wiggling my hips. Then I remember Logan wanted me to talk him through what I’m doing.
“It’s inside.”
“Good boy. How does it feel? Any pain?”
“No, um… It feels nice. It didn’t hurt.” Feeling bold, I push my finger deeper. My cock is achingly hard and leaking a steady stream of precum at this point, and all the praise makes my head spin.
“You’re doing so well, Ollie.”
“I am?” I gasp, desperate for more validation and praise.
“Yes. Such a good boy, pushing your finger inside for Daddy.”
Holy shit. Unable to help myself, I grip my rock-hard dick with my other hand, pumping it while sliding my finger in and out of my hole. I’m moaning nonstop at this point, having let go of any self-consciousness or fear.
“I can hear you, sweetheart. Are you feeling good?” He sounds controlled and largely unaffected by what’s happening. His only sign of arousal is the deepening of his breathing, while I’m the opposite of unaffected.
“Yeah, oh God, Daddy… I’m gonna come. Is it okay if I come?”
“Of course it’s okay, sweet Ollie. Go on, come for Daddy. Daddy wants you to come.”
“Oh God, I’m coming. I’m coming for Daddy.” I jerk and shake with my orgasm, cum shooting all over my hand while I pump my finger in and out of my hole. “Oh my God. Oh my God…”
A few moments pass while I catch my breath, then Logan speaks again. “There you go. Did that feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp, eyes half closed in bliss. “Felt so good.”
“That’s exactly how Daddy wants you to feel. You’re doing everything right.”
Tears spring to my eyes from the intensity of it all. “I am? Oh, Daddy. Please say I’m good.”
“You’re Daddy’s good boy. Always so good.”
I squirm happily at the praise, barely knowing what to do with myself. “Did… Did you come too?”
His voice has been steady this whole time, so maybe he didn’t jerk off; he just listened to me and guided me through my own orgasm. “Maybe later, Oliver.”
“With me?”
“Yeah. With you.”
My heart flutters at the fondness in his voice.
“Do you think this will help you sleep?” he asks.
“Um…” My sleeplessness was the reason why I texted him in the first place; I remember that now. “Yeah, definitely.” My limbs feel pleasantly heavy, and my mind is already drifting off. “How about you?”
“Yeah. I think I can sleep now that I know you will.”
I wipe my hands on a tissue and crawl under the covers. “Stay with me? On the phone?”
“Okay.”
We talk for a while about unrelated things, and his calm voice lulls me further into sleepiness.
Eventually, I’m so tired that I stop replying, and once he realizes I’m drifting off, he says, “Sleep tight, sweetheart.” I fall asleep to the sound of his breathing, wishing he was here with me and holding me in his arms. Daddy…
Want my daddy. I can’t wait for tomorrow.