There’s a moment of silence. Two. Three.
“Not yet,” he says quietly. “You haven’t earned it.”
My eyes close. “Please?—”
“Look at me. I want to see your face when you do it.”
I force my eyes open.
He’s watching me. Focused. Controlled.
Completely in charge.
“You want it?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Say it properly.”
My breath shakes. “Please.”
He exhales sharply, his own control slipping for just a second before it snaps back into place.
Silence follows. Heavy. Breathless.
The call ends without warning.
The screen goes dark.
And I’m alone again.
Are you fucking kidding me?
My chest rises and falls too fast, my body still humming, still reacting, still caught somewhere between tension and release.
I stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything—his voice. His timing. The way he watched me. The way he made me wait.
My thighs shift again, but it’s different now. Not just physical. Something deeper. Something sharper.
I swallow slowly.
This—whatever this is—it’s not just about what just happened.
It’s not just about the way he touches me.
It’s the way he controls everything, regardless of distance.
My eyes close.
And I already know I’m going to want more.
Incoming video call
I gasp and hit accept faster than I’ve ever done before.
“Did you think I was done with you?” He leans closer to the camera, eyes piercing. “Beg properly. Tell me how bad you want it."
"Please, Soren. Since I can't have your cock right now, can’t have you inside me… I need you to let me come. I'm yours. Only yours, just... please."