Page 7 of Worth the Wait

CJ1992: I did what you said.

DaddyJM: Did you come?

CJ1992: No.

DaddyJM: Why not? I said you could.

CJ1992: But first you said I couldn’t.

DaddyJM: So you didn’t. What was it like?

CJ1992: What part?

DaddyJM: All of it.

While Callum keyed in a response, Jack tossed his phone onto the pillow and squirted some lube into his palm. He took his cock in hand and fucked himself with long and slow pulls up his entire length and waited. His phone dinged an incoming message and he tapped the screen on with his dry hand.

CJ1992: It was weird at first, but intense. It felt like I was staring at a lover or a partner or something. And I wanted to come so bad. It hurt. Like, way stronger than when I normally jerk off. But I didn’t. I was hard all night.

DaddyJM: How did you feel when you didn’t come.

CJ1992: Horny.

DaddyJM: Besides horny.

CJ1992: Proud.

DaddyJM: Why proud?

CJ1992: I wanted to tell you about it right away. That I’d done what you said to do.

DaddyJM:…

CJ1992: I did what you told me to do, Daddy. And it made me feel good.

DaddyJM: That makes me happy to hear.

DaddyJM: Do you want to come now?

CJ1992: So much.

DaddyJM: I want to hear it. I’m not asking you to record a video or take pictures for me, but at least record the audio, then send it to me.

CJ1992: Hold on.

They’d have to work on the Daddy part, Jack thought to himself. It was oftentimes the hardest part for people to get on board with. There were so many misconceptions, especially around people who weren’t familiar with the Daddy dynamic. Calling someone Daddy didn’t mean you engaged in age play; those were two different kinks, two different end results, but people who didn’t know better assumed the two were interchangeable and sometimes struggled with the endearment.

And Daddy wasn’t even so much an endearment as it was a term of respect, a term of responsibility even.

The chat dinged with a file upload, and Jack chuckled to himself, aware that Callum had jerked himself to completion in under three minutes.

CJ1992: I sent it, Daddy.

DaddyJM: Good boy. Now sit tight.

Jack opened the file and his heart caught in his throat. Itwasa video. Nothing obscene, at least nothing yet, just Callum’s face with those eyes that were so green they looked like they’d glow in the dark.

Callum looked sleepy and he blinked at the camera, eyes flicking around as if they weren’t sure where to focus, then his lower lip fell, just slightly, parting his mouth. The pink tip of his tongue darted out and licked the corner of his mouth just as a breathy sigh left his throat. It floated through the speaker of Jack’s phone like a melody.