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“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.
