Page 15 of Taken Online

The way he says my name makes my mind ease with happiness, it's so silky and perfect.

He’s fully dressed in a college school uniform. His choice, not mine. I do appreciate it though.

A crisp white button-up, slightly wrinkled, with a crooked red patterned tie. Short white shorts and a thin collar around his neck, leash wrapped loosely around his hand.

He looked like a proper college boy. It made me hard instantly.

He plays with the end of the red leash while waiting for my reply. I paid good money for two hours of his time. Ironically, two hours of Ash’s time costs more than two hours with me as his therapist. Fitting, isn’t it?

Usually, I like to play a little game; make him strip piece by piece, one command at a time. But tonight, I want to mess with his head a bit.

Kaleb:Truth or Dare.

He glances at the message and chuckles, giving a mock salute.

“Truth or Dare, huh? I suppose I can.” He lingers a moment, then ties the leash to his bedframe, double-knotted. My pulse jumps. He can't go far now. He brings the camera closer. “So… truth or dare me?” He laughs.

Kaleb:Truth or Dare, Bambi.

His smile curves into something sharper. “That sounded like a statement, Kaleb…”

Normally, I prefer when he calls me sir. But the way he says my name? I don’t mind.

“Okay… dare,” he says, sitting up straighter. “What would your dare be, sir?”

Kaleb:Start with stripping.

Ash grins and starts unbuttoning from the top, one slow button at a time.

“Yes, sir. Whatever you want.” He bites his lip at the camera and continues undressing. I lean back, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock. He’s halfway naked now, shirt pooling on the bed.

Kaleb:Now play with your nipples. Make them nice and swollen for me.

He looks up, smirking. “You didn’t even say Truth or Dare, sir.” But his hands are already on his chest. He pinches and rolls his nipples, closing his eyes as he begins to whimper.

He lies down, popping his fingers into his mouth before dragging them over his chest. His nipples grow dark and slick with spit, perfectly hard.

“Mmh, fuck, sir—” He lets out a low moan, fingers pinching harder. His other hand trails up to his throat, resting over the collar.

I squeeze my balls and start stroking myself again. God, if I were there, I’d have my hand around that throat. I’d use the collar like a handle and cut off his air until he begged.

He’s gasping now, making soft little sounds. Completely lost in it.

Kaleb:Stop.

He hears the ding and immediately halts, hands dropping obediently to his thighs.

Kaleb:Truth or dare.

Ash smiles again. “Let’s make it interesting. Why not both at the same time?” He leans back, elbows braced. “C’mon. Do your worst.”

I tighten my grip at the base of my cock. I’m not ready to come yet.

Kaleb:Tell me about your real job, sweetheart. And bring out that pink dildo you love.

Asher bites his lip and strains against the leash, reaching for the toy. He starts sliding off his shorts, no boxers in sight.

Long legs. Tight ass.

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