22. going slow, teasing you?

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I've never sexted anyone before, much less FaceTimed them whilst their jerking off.

But hey- there's a first time for everything, right?

I tilt my head back on the bed, one hand down my shorts while the other shakily steadies the camera of my laptop. There's a pool forming between my legs and I record what I can whilst making the noises that I can.

On the screen, Luke does the same; a plethora of dirty words, sultry commands, moans and whimpers accompanying every stroke that I see.

Inside, I am wide-eyed, terrified, and slightly regretful. Again, I've never done this. What I give to Luke is the best thing I can do and I'm afraid that it won't be enough.

He's probably done this before, with a load of other girls that are so much better than I am. He's probably done this exact same thing with experienced supermodels. Girls who know their angles and girls who know how to make the right sound and girls who know how to hold the camera properly, without causing the viewer to go through a fit because it's so uneven.

"Fuck," he pants, quickening the movement of his hand. It goes up and down his shaft as I bite my knuckles, my laptop now balanced on my bedside table so that I can get a better release. "Fuck, Sophie-"

"Daddy," I whimper, parting my lips to produce more sound. I'm aware that Luke can see my face, yet most of his view is of my body; I'm assuming he doesn't mind.

Completely on purpose, I spread my legs further apart. It looks as if Luke has his phone balanced on something much like I do, for I have a full view of his broad, shirtless chest, his face, and the entirety of his dick.

It's a pretty good sight of you ask me.

He has one large hand wrapped around it, pumping even faster as I swallow and quicken the speed of my own fingers.

"Fucking hell," Luke moans, his chest heaving up and down; eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His eyes darken as they dawn on me. "L-Lose the shorts, babygirl. Let Daddy see you,"

Nodding, I use my free hand to wriggle out of the pink and white material. I see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps, a wild look in his eyes.

"No panties?" is what he asks me, in a deep, alluring voice that makes my head spin.

Wearily, I shake my head no.

"N-No, Daddy."

"And why not?" I can tell he's trying hard to control himself, because so am I.

Despite the fact that I feel like I'm in the right frame of mind to come undone right here, right now, I don't want to do it without him.

Instead of giving him an answer, a whimper leaves my mouth. A vision of Luke with his fingers knuckle-deep inside of me just appeared in my mind and the fact that I can hear his voice isn't helping.

"Answer me, baby," he says.

"I-"

"Babygirl, what do you think you're doing?" he asks, chuckling raspily. I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently, one hand through his hair, the other one stroking his length.

Only unlike me, he's patient, and it isn't going at the same rate that my fingers are.

Swallowing thickly, I attempt to regain my breath. "I-I was just-"

Luke tuts, which I find hot in a way, before shaking his head. "Were you going to come?"

"Y-Yes," I reply shamefully, biting my bottom lip.

"Did I say you could come?"

I snap my gaze back towards him, surprised at the sudden authoritative tone. I shake my head no at his stern voice.

"No," I mumble. "But... I just..."

"No buts, baby. You're lucky I'm not there with you now," he warns. Regardless of how soft his tone is, I don't doubt his threat one bit. "I'd have to punish you if I was."

"But-" I frown, my heart beating. "I can't help-"

"We're going to come together," Luke interrupts me, his strong Australian accent pulling through. My stomach clenches at his simple words. "You're going to do exactly as I say, baby, and you're going to imagine that all of the things I say are happening to you. And then I'll let you come,"

Fuck. I gulp.There goes my limit of one orgasm every night.

If I'm willing to let Luke control when I can orgasm and when I can't, then I must be in pretty fucking deep.

"Is that okay, sweetheart?" he asks. I'm tempted to say no, just to see his reaction, but I also have no doubts that he'd personally drive to my house just to spank me if I did.

That wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually...

"What- what if I can't help it?"

"Then you try to. Because as much as I love seeing your pretty little legs shake, baby, I don't want them doing that unless it's because of me," he says, groaning softly at how sensitive he currently is himself. When he looks at me, I swear I practically die inside. "Are we clear?"

"Yes," I whimper, desperate for things to move along already.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy,"

"Good girl," Luke murmurs. I watch the screen as he shifts, facing the camera more directly than before. "Move your legs, and spread them this way. I want to be able to see all of you when you do this,"

I oblige with what he says. I'm probably gonna be doing a whole lot more of that tonight, and strangely enough, I'm all for it.

"You comfy, baby?"

"Mhm,"

"Good. Now close your eyes," I do so. "Take your other hand. Are you alone at home?"

"No," I answer quietly.

"Then put your thumb in your mouth when you feel like you're getting close, sweetheart. Just so you have something to stop you from moaning. I wouldn't want you to get caught," I don't even have to open my eyes to know that he has a cocky glint in his own. "For now, though, I want you to put it at the side."

"Okay, D-"

"Grip the bedsheet," he instructs. Although it's a request that I don't particularly understand, I do so anyway. "Keep yourself steady."

I nod, my head falling back as Luke's low voice resonates through the small speakers of my laptop.

"With your other hand, I want you to forget about putting any of those fingers inside of you. That's Daddy's job, and he'll take care of it the next time he sees you," he says, and I hear a slight pant, indicating that he's touching himself to the sight of me. I don't know whether to laugh or moan at his words, so I do neither; instead choosing to keep quiet as I wait for his next instruction.

"But with your middle finger, Sophie, I want you to circle your clit," he says. I oblige immediately, knowing that if he hadn't given me permission by now, I probably would have already done it myself. "Now I want you to imagine, doll."

"I-Imagine?" I repeat, slightly breathless. I can feel my legs buckling already, my eyes still screwed shut.

"Is it my fingers?" Luke asks, his voice slightly choppy through the connection, yet irresistible all the same. "Going slow, teasing you?" I'm confused for a split second, before all is cleared as he speaks again. "Or is it my tongue, pressing up against that tight, wet pussy of yours?"

"Fuck," I moan, teeth clamping down hard on my bottom lip. A familiar knot begins to tighten at the pit of my stomach, and I know I'm close.

Surprisingly, Luke doesn't bother to scold me for cussing. I'm guessing it's because of how he quickens the movement of his hand, too- he's just as close as I am, and there seems to be nothing else on his mind.

"Faster, princess," he grits his teeth together, and I peek over to see how his jaw is locked. I'm just about to direct my gaze back up to the ceiling when he stops me. "Keep your eyes on me. And keep moving your fingers,"

"Daddy-"

"Look at me when you come," Luke orders. "I want you to look at me when you moan, when your thighs shake, when your orgasm hits you-" his voice trails off then, into a whimper. "F-Fuck, baby, I'm so close,"

I don't bother to give him a reply, much too concentrated on my way of getting to the bliss he's feeling. It doesn't take me too long at all, and loosen my grip on the bedsheet as I remember what he said earlier on.

"G-Good girl," he moans, watching as I muffle my mouth with my hand. It's not exactly what he wanted me to do, but it does the job. "You're close, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," I whimper, feeling my gaze wandering. "Very close."

"S-So am I," Luke pants, looking focused. "Eyes on Daddy, baby girl. Don't forget." he reminds me.

I nod, feeling my legs shake. "Fuck, oh my god," he groans loudly. There's a slight whimper to his words as I sigh in pleasure. "C-Come for me- fuck, baby, you can come for me,"

The fire in my stomach grows bigger and bigger with every word that I hear from Luke, and it's not long before I cry out into my hand; completely coming undone right in front of him.

My thighs clamp shut on my fingers as my body jolts forward, trying to chase the bliss that envelopes my orgasm. My mind is completely dishevelled as I catch sight of Luke, his own climax hitting him exactly like it hit me.

He lets out a loud moan; profanities of 'fuck' and 'I'm cumming' tumbling from his lips as his head falls back, his Adam's apple being exposed in the best way possible.

And I watch, absolutely breathless, as white spurts of Luke's orgasm land on his stomach, causing his mouth to widen with one last deep whimper. He looks so attractive while doing it that my cheeks burn a bright red, suddenly conscious of my own.

For a while, we just stay there, out of breath, waiting for the initial bliss to fade. I extend my legs, feeling overly sensitive from what just happened as I hear Luke let out a slow chuckle.

"You okay?" he rasps, chest still rising. It's like he's back to cute, cuddly Luke again, though I know Daddy's in there somewhere; I figured that he just tends to come out at the best times.

"Y-Yeah," I mumble, wincing slightly as I put my shorts on. He smirks at the expression on my face.

"A little sore, princess?"

"Just a little," I whisper, and he bites his lip, looking somewhat guilty. My smile softens. "But I liked it, so whatever."

Luke grins at me, wiping the cum off of his stomach with some tissue, as well as rolling his eyes once I giggle at him doing so. "They never mention this happening in the fanfics," I state, raising an eyebrow. He just laughs.

"Bet they never mention me holding you back from coming, either."

"You'd be surprised," I say truthfully, flashbacks of one of Ashley's former fics coming to mind. He smiles, picking his phone up from the table and giving me a closer view of his face.

"You know," Luke begins, tousling his hair with his hand again. "I really liked those pictures you sent me,"

"You did?" I ask, before smirking slightly. "Never would have guessed."

"I did," he confirms. "Why don't you post them?"

At this, I tilt my head to the side, confused. "What?" I ask. "Did you even see-"

"Oh baby, not the last one," Luke chuckles, shaking his head. "No, that one's for me. But the first one, with you on the bed..."

"I didn't think you'd want me posting that," I say truthfully. "I only took them for you."

"And I appreciate that. Also, I don't mind what you post, doll. It's those creepy little boys who pry on your account that bothers me," Luke says, flopping down onto his bed.

"It bothers you?"

"Does that surprise you?" he asks. I think about how it actually doesn't, and I shake my head no. "There you go then."

"So I shouldn't post it?" I ask, as he slips into a white shirt with tiny pink stripes on it. I smile, looking down at my own shorts. "Hey, we're matching,"

Luke smiles at my statement, before positioning the camera so that I can see him better and continuing the conversation at hand. "I say post it, baby girl."

"Okay?" I ask, a little confused. "But... why?"

"To make it clear that you're mine," Luke answers simply, his lips turning upwards.

I pause, my nod slow, regardless of how I'm not entirely getting it.

"Like I said before, Soph. I've seen your captions," Luke states. That's how I know what he's hinting at. "If you can tag me then, you can tag me now. Show them you're mine." I open my mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out.

Thankfully, nothing needs to be said on my part; for Luke's already one step ahead.

"I want you to say that the picture's for me, sweetheart," he says, coolly. I swallow the lump in my throat, my eyes catching sight of the hickey's on my neck in the small mirror next to my bed. "Say that it's for Daddy."

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