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Silver squirmed excitedly in his chair, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for Mr. Dark's icon to light up green. He knew he probably shouldn't be so very enchanted by the older man, but...well. It was hard not to be.
He wondered what they would talk about tonight? It was sex, a lot of the time of course, but since Mr. Dark seemed bound and determined that Silver talk to no one else, they'd also filled the time with many other topics: likes and dislikes in food and activities, seasons and sports.
That being said...Silver had been on edge the whole day. So he kind of hoped tonight was going to be sex.
Literally the minute that his shift officially started, Mr. Dark's icon lit up. Silver clicked on it so fast that his hand was a blur.
“Hello sir!”
Mr. Dark's voice flowed into his earpiece, low and fluid, immediately making Silver's groin tingle, “Heheh, hello Sterling. Eager today, are we?”
Silver blushed, bashful, “Sorry, sir...”
“Never apologize for wanting to hear me.” The tone was teasing, but Silver knew better than to go against anything Mr. Dark asked.
“Yes sir. I just...I've been thinking about you all day.” Silver admitted, his blush growing more intense.
On the other end of the phone line, he heard a distinct groan, before, “Have you, my dear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. You know I want your head to be full of nothing save for thoughts of me.”
Silver nodded, even though he knew that Mr. Dark couldn't see. He wanted to touch himself, but he knew better now—he was only allowed to do what Mr. Dark told him to.
“Have you touched yourself at all?”
“No, sir. Of course not.”
“What a good boy. And good boys should be rewarded, shouldn't they?” Mr. Dark's voice was low and breathy, almost like he was whispering into Silver's ear.
“Mn...please, sir.”
“Very good, Sterling. Before we begin, what are the two rules?”
“I am not to come until you say so. And I am not to touch myself unless you tell me to.” Silver recited easily, and he could practically hear Mr. Dark smile on the other end of the line.
“What a good boy, and such a devoted learner. Now...you said that you have been thinking of me all day, did you not? I'm sure that means that you are quite worked up.”
“Y-yes, sir.” Silver gulped.
“How wet are you for me, dear boy? I want you to reach down, and spread your lips—just spread them, do not touch between them, not yet, and tell me what you see.”
Silver shivered, doing as he was told, sliding his hands down across his body, imagining that they were stronger, darker, more confidant, before reaching between his legs. He peered between them, breath panting slightly already.
“Well, Sterling?” Mr. Dark purred in his ear, “I could hear a little bit of that even through the phone. Are you so wet for me already darling?”
“Y-yes...” Silver whimpered, “It's...it's so wet, and pink and swollen...”
“I bet it aches to be touched, that pretty pussy of yours, doesn't it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ahh...” he heard Mr. Dark sigh, “Then, my dear Sterling...I want you to take your hand, and reach down...just barely circle around your clit, just teasing.”
“Mmm...” Silver shivered, even this lightest touch feeling overwhelming from how turned on he was.
“Imagine it is me touching you; stroke your clit, just one finger at first...yes, darling, and now two. Good boy.” It was like Mr. Dark could see him, watch him...that thought made Silver gasp and pull his hand away for a moment: he couldn't come, not yet.
“I want to hear how wet you are Sterling...I want you to put your finger inside.”
“Y-yes sir,” Silver murmured. In his explorations with Mr. Dark, he'd gotten so much more used to his own fingers being inside him: it was far less a stretch than it used to be, and he wondered, now, if taking...if taking a cock wouldn't be easier. If that wasn't Mr. Dark's plan all along.
“Ahhh...” the deep voice growled in his ear, “I can hear your wetness, Sterling. That beautiful pussy, aching and slick, and so ready for me, isn't it?”
“Y-yes sir,” Silver moaned, pulling his finger in and out, panting and whimpering.
“I know it needs to be filled,” Mr. Dark sighed, and Silver could hear slick noises from the other end of the line, “I know that beautiful pussy was made for my cock, and my cock alone, wasn't it? To be stretched around it, so fucking beautiful. Are you aching for it, Sterling? Are you drooling for it?”
“Y-yes,” Silver couldn't remember the sir, he just wanted...he wanted what Mr. Dark could give. He wanted that voice to be here with him instead of on the other end of the phone line, “S-sir...please...”
“Are you so very wet and ready Sterling, my darling? Then...I give you permission to come.”
“Ah!” Silver shivered and shuddered, feeling his pussy clench and spasm around his fingers while Mr. Dark purred and encouraged him through his earpiece. It left Silver drained in his chair, panting.
“Was that so good for you, my dearest?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Ah...you sound so tired Sterling. Do not relax yet; the night is still young and we have barely begun.”
Silver gulped, grabbing a sip of water before trying to collect himself, “Yes, sir.”
He was in for a long shift.