his voice a little husky. “More. Louder.”
“M-more?”
“More sounds. Wrap your fingers around your shaft and squeeze hard, and this time I really want to hear you.”
I wrapped my hand around my shaft tightly, and after a minute or so, I couldn't have held back the sounds if I'd wanted to. My cock slid easily through my fist now, the way slicked by the precum that was sliding down my shaft. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but a part of me wanted to never stop. The sounds, obscene and way too loud spilled from my throat and erupted from my lips.
“How do you feel?”
Breathing hard, embarrassed, but feeling sexier than I had in a long time, I huffed out my answer. “Hot. Hot and-and hard.” It was hard to get more than a couple of words out.
“Talk, pet. Tell me more.”
“I-I don't…I can’t. What...?”
“Say anything. And that's five for the backtalk.”
I groaned aloud and muttered “fuck” under my breath, but of course he heard me. He let me by, though, with just a smile. “Stop fooling around and teasing me. Say something.”
“Okay! I-I'm hot, and-and hard.”
“You’ve already said that.”
“Okay, this is—this is hot. Really hot.”
“Is that the only word you can say?”
“No, I mean, yes! Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Too late. That's six.”
“Ahhgg. You tricked me! Maybe I should use my safeword!”
“Are you using your safeword?”
“No.”
“Then that's six. Probably seven, but I'm feeling generous.”
I gave a surprised huff and he laughed out loud. “This is too easy. I almost feel guilty. You don't have much game tonight, so it's a little like shooting fish in a barrel. Okay, stop stroking yourself and say something. Tell me how it feels.”
I sighed hard and tried again, feeling stupid. “I have precum coming out of my dick. It’s slick and I-I'm feeling close. Knowing you're watching me and-and I'm not supposed to come is uh...ho—uh, it’s sexy.”
“I have to buy you a thesaurus, it seems. Say goodnight.”
I gave him a suspicious look, sensing a trap. He laughed again. “Go ahead. Say goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Sir.”
Just before the screen went dark, he gave me an evil smile. “Sweet dreams, pet.”
****
The next morning, Logan sent me a text saying he'd only been teasing me, and the count was really only five.
But I was not reassured.
I sent one back, saying I was feeling nervous, and he said not to be and we'd talk about it again at the club on Saturday night. Then again, Tim used to say that if all the things that made me nervous were heaped in a pile, it would reach as high as Mt. Everest.
I seriously don't know why it took me so long to get rid of him.
Logan had to go to a late meeting on Friday, and he didn't want me there at the club without him, so I had to stay home. And that was fine with me, because I’d worked hard all week, trying to dazzle Logan with how much I was trying to improve. Not that he noticed, but my actual boss told me he appreciated it. Anyway, I was a little frazzled and not much good for anything except takeout and an early night.
Come Saturday morning, I slept in a little and then did some laundry and vacuumed. Cleaning up and making things tidy was relaxing to me, and I'd always been a bit of a neat freak. Tori called just after lunch and told me she had changed her usual date with Michael from Friday to tonight, so she could be there with me for a little solidarity. I would just as soon she hadn't been there, actually, because I had no idea what Logan had in mind for the evening. But I knew she meant well, and it might be good to have a familiar face.
“So, what are you wearing?” she asked.
“I have no clue. What do you think he likes?”
“Something slutty.”
“Well, I don't own anything like that.”
“What do you have?”
“Just those jeans I wore last time and the mesh shirt.”
“Oh no, he's already seen that. You don't want to bore him to death. I know—I have some old leather pants that might fit you. Your waist and hips are narrow. I'll bring those and pick you up tonight. And no shirt. No underwear either.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I never wear underwear.”
“These leather pants you’re talking about—have they been cleaned?”
She ignored my question. “We need to go shopping soon, Jordy. You have to entice him a little. I have a feeling he'd like to dress you, but we