As for Mr. Parker, I wasn’t sure what was going through his head.
Reaching for my phone, I stared at the screen, tempted to text Addison some instructions. She’d seemed a bit lost when she left and I wanted to settle her mind. My gaze swung to the bedroom door and the darkened living room beyond.
With one click, I brought my phone to life and pulled up my texting app.
With a flurry of thumbs, I typed out a message to Addison, unable to resist the urge to check on her. I figured she wasn’t asleep yet.
Ben: Are you okay?
I waited a few minutes, but then her response came in.
Addison: Maybe a little…frustrated, if you know what I mean.
She added a smiling emoji.
Ben: Would you like some help with that?
Addison: What did you have in mind?
Ben: What are you doing right now?
Addison: Just took off my makeup and put on my nightgown.
Ben: Take off the nightgown.
Addison: Is that an order?
Ben: Anytime I instruct you to do something, it’s an order.
I wish I could’ve seen her face to witness her reaction. I still had my doubts as to whether Addison believed I would dominate her the way she truly needed. I’d seen her responses to Mr. Parker, knew she craved those commands. The girl practically purred when Mr. Parker insisted she do something.
Addison: Okay. I took it off.
Ben: Do I need to come over there and check for myself?
Addison: If you would like, Mr. Snowden. However, I am being honest.
I fucking loved that she was so quick to refer to me that way. I wanted to hear it always.
Ben: I trust you, Addison.
Addison: I trust you, too, Mr. Snowden.
That admission had my heart slamming hard against my ribs. For a woman like Addison, who’d experienced abuse at the hands of a Dom—probably more than one—I knew it took a lot for her to trust anyone. Considering how short of a time period we’d known each other, that was huge.
Before I could respond, a picture came through.
My cock hardened at the sight of that black silk nightgown lying on her rumpled sheets. Addison wasn’t in the picture, but I didn’t need her to be. That was more proof than was necessary.
Ben: Good girl. Now lie down on the bed, propping your head up on a pillow. High enough you can see down your body.
A minute or so passed before she replied.
Addison: Done. I’ve got two pillows under my head. What would you like me to do, Mr. Snowden?
What I really wanted her to do was walk over here naked and crawl into bed with me so I could show her all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.
Ben: I take it you don’t own a vibrator?
Addison: Unfortunately, no.
Another smiley-face emoji appeared and I vowed I would get her a vibrator. After all, that was one of the benefits of Mr. Parker representing toy companies. There was an endless supply. Only, I would refuse to allow her to use it without permission.
Ben: Place your feet flat on the mattress, knees spread wide. I want you to take your index and middle fingers from your right hand into your mouth. Get them nice and wet. Then I want you to slide those two fingers through your slit, teasing your clit ever so slightly. I want you to pretend that’s my tongue.
Addison: I wish it was your tongue.
Ben: Me, too, precious. But for now, this will have to do. Are you playing with your clit?
Addison: I am.
Ben: Go nice and slow. No need to rush. I want the sensation to build. And if you need to rewet your fingers, dip them into your pussy.
Addison: No need. I’m so wet.
Fuck. My dick was hard again.
Movement caught my eye and I looked up to see Mr. Parker walking into the room. His eyes zeroed in on my boner tenting the sheet.
His left eyebrow rose slowly as he regarded me with curiosity. “What are you doing in here?”
It appeared he’d managed to calm down.
“Texting Addison instructions.”
That seemed to pique his interest. “Instructions for what?”
He set his empty glass on the nightstand, then removed his pants and crawled into bed. He had a king-sized bed and there was plenty of room for both of us, but Mr. Parker liked to get close. I didn’t mind one single bit.
He inched over to me, his leg pressing up against mine. I held up my phone so he could read the exchange.
“Is that why your dick’s hard again?”
“Absolutely.”
Mr. Parker’s hand slid beneath the sheet, his fingers curling around my cock. I breathed in deeply.
“Keep texting her. Make her come. And when she does, I expect you to come, too.”
He pushed the sheet off as I shifted up onto the pillow. He never released me, even as I began texting Addison again.
Ben: Are you fingering yourself, precious girl? Are you thinking of me while you do it?
