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“You’re exquisite,” he murmured. “And that perfect ass of yours is going to look even prettier in pink lace. Have you ever played with it, sweetheart? Have you ever touched your hole? Fingered yourself until you came?”
The question made another pulse of precum spurt out of my dick, like his words were hands or something, touching me in all the ways that made it feel like I was about to come.
I shook my head, dropping my chin to my chest and squeezing my hands into fists to keep from stroking myself as I panted for breath. I’d never done any of that stuff. I wanted him to, though. I wanted him to do everything to me.
“I want you to bend over the bed, pretty baby,” Callum said, his voice sounding as rough as my breathing. “But I won’t tell you to do that right now. Seeing that sweet little hole of yours when I can’t do anything about it would be too much torture for an old man like me.”
“You’re not… not old,” I said, wanting so badly to bend over now that he’d said it that I had to lock my knees in place. I rubbed my hands down the sides of my thighs, wishing he’d tell me to jerk off for him. “You’re… you’re perfect.”
He laughed again, sounding delighted. “That’s my line, sweetheart. But thank you. I am old, compared to you, but that just means I know how to take care of you. Now pick up those panties and put them on for me, but do it just like this. I want to see them slide up over that tight little ass.”
I nodded, reaching out and letting my fingers trail over the smooth satin while I tried to get my dick under control.
I’d never been this turned on when I’d put a pair of pretty panties on before, and it usually didn’t take long once I felt them on my dick before I had to shoot. Right now, I was worried that just pulling them up my legs the way he’d told me to would be too much, and I didn’t… didn’t have permission for that.
“Now, Dashiell,” Callum said, his voice firm enough to make me jump, quit worrying about whether I would come or not and just obey him.
I stepped into the panties and shimmied them up, holding my breath as I pulled the soft material into place over my dick.
Callum groaned, the sound rolling out of my new phone’s speakers and wrapping around me like a blanket. “Oh, baby. I’m going to have to fuck you in those one day, if you’ll let me. Smooth your hands over your ass for me now. Touch all that pretty pink for me, since I can’t do it myself right now.”
I did it, for him. This pair was cut high, so the lower half of my butt hung out, but I knew it looked sexy, and cupping my rear for him, smoothing my hands over satin and lace with Callum’s eyes burning into me from behind, branding me like fire, was… it was too much.
I dropped my hands, squeezing them into fists again. “I might… I might come.”
“Turn around,” he said, his voice guttural.
I did, and he made a punched-out sound that pulled my balls up so tight against my body it made me cry out.
“Fuck, baby.” His screen jiggled, and even though I could still just see his face, I realized he must be touching himself too. “You’re stunning. I want you to play with yourself for me. That little cock of yours can’t be contained, can it? It’s already getting your panties all messy.”
I didn’t even mind him calling my dick little, because it was. My whole shaft fit in my hand if I made a fist around it, only the head sticking out, and my hand wasn’t even that big. But since these panties had been made for a woman’s body, my erection still poked up out of the top.
And he was right, all the precum dripping from my slit had already darkened the front of the panties. My stomach was shiny and slick with it, and every time I moved, even just a little, the lacy bits along the top of the panties shifted and moved over my shaft, rubbing right below the head, wet and dirty and… and…
“Please,” I gasped, my blunt nails digging into my palms as I tried to be good for him and wait like he’d said. “Please, Da—Callum. Sir! Please give me permission, I can’t… I can’t wait. You’re making me so horny.”
“You haven’t even touched yourself.”
I whimpered, my hips thrusting forward and my butt clenching tight. “Please.”
“Pull the panties down in the front. Tuck them under your balls.”
Somehow, I did, my hands shaking and my cock throbbing so hard that it was hard to concentrate on anything but the searing, trembling heat tumbling down my spine and filling up my balls, racing up my shaft in hot, pulsing bursts that—
“Stroke yourself. Rub your thumb over your cockhead.”
I tried. I did try. But the moment I touched myself, white-hot pleasure shot through me like liquid fire. I cried out, cum spurting out of my cock and coating my chest, dripping down my hand, spilling onto the panties Callum had bought for me while filthy, embarrassing sounds tumbled out of my mouth.
It went on so long and felt so good that my head started to feel a little fuzzy, my bones turning to jello and a warm, hazy cloud settling over me as I sank down onto the bed, my hand still wrapped around my dick and my insides utterly melted.
“Dashiell,” Callum said, the raw tone to his voice pulling me out of the cloud I could have easily drifted off and fallen asleep in.
I lazily opened my eyes, not even sure when I’d closed them. Then widened them fast when I realized what I’d done.
“You didn’t give me permission,” I said, feeling all that delicious warmth turning to ice. I sat up fast, wiping my hand off on… shoot. On Callum’s bedspread, which I’d need to ask Andrea how to wash now, which would be totally embarrassing.
Then I swallowed hard. That wasn’t the only embarrassing thing. “I’m sorry. I always, um, I always come too fast. I meant to wait. I tried. I—”
