Page 88 of C is for Comfort

“It sounds beautiful. I can understand why you chose it. Now tell me how it feels.”

“Amazing.” Corey draws the word out. “It’s not too firm, and it flexes so it’s perfect for hitting my prostate. And the texture…wow.”

“I’m looking forward to listening to you use it.”

“On the phone?”

“You’ve never had phone sex before, have you?”

“N-no, Daddy.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“A little.”

“Relax, sweet boy. It’s just you and me. The kids are asleep. No one is listening but me. I want you to relax and do as I say.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Safe words still apply. If you’re not comfortable with something I ask you to do, tell me.”

“I will.”

“Good boy.” I drop my voice to a husky tone. “If I was there, I’d blindfold you.”

“I wish you were here.”

“We’ll be together again soon. And when we are, I’ll blindfold you so you can really, truly relax. Close your eyes.” I give him a couple of seconds to comply. “Did you get lube?”

“It’s right here.”

“Squeeze some onto your fingers.” I pause again, taking the opportunity to collect my pre-cum and spread it over my length. I’m completely hard, and my cock is starting to ache. I continue to stroke myself, which takes the edge off my need. “Touch yourself.”

“Where?”

“Where do you think, sweet boy? Bend your knees, spread your legs wide, and rub your fingers over your arsehole.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Seconds later, he whimpers and moans.

“Use your other hand to stroke your nipple.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Another moan, deeper than the last.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So good.”

“Imagine I’m the one touching you.”

He inhales sharply and lets out another moan.

“Push one finger inside yourself.”

Corey gasps.

“Push it nice and deep, sweet boy, all the way to your knuckles.”