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He swivelled his hips in circles, the small creases in the fabric tugging against the underside. If only he could have someone ploughing into him as he did this. It would feel ten times better. He moved one hand to reach one of his nipples and tweaked it, sending fire through his stomach and into his groin. His hips jolted forward, and his eyes closed as bliss settled over him.
The moment his eyelashes rested against his cheek, images of Gareth as he had taken Ben flitted through his mind. He imagined his Daddy kneeling behind him, preparing him for his cock. Ben’s hips moved faster, electricity sparking down his spine as his orgasm rushed forward.
His phone rang, and Ben froze, eyes snapping open and staring at the bedside table where he’d placed it. There were only two people who could be calling him. One, he refused to speak to. The other, he wanted to speak to always, but maybe not at that precise moment. The phone went silent, but Ben didn’t move, knowing if it was the second person, they’d call again. The phone rang, and Ben closed his eyes, breathing through his mouth as he reached for it.
“Hello?” he said, after clearing his throat and hoping his voice was neutral.
“Hey. I just wanted to check on you before you go to sleep. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Gareth said.
“No.” He cleared his throat. “I was just getting ready for bed when you called.”
“Good. You need your sleep. Have you been okay on your own?”
Ben looked down his body to where his cock lay straining beneath him. “Yes. I watched a film.”
Gareth was quiet, then said. “That’s good. What was the film you watched?”
Ben racked his brain, trying to think of the name of it, but he’d been too distracted to take much notice. “It wasn’t very good. I can’t even remember the name of it now.”
“Sweetheart, what are you doing right now?” Gareth asked slowly.
Ben winced. “I’ve just laid down under the covers.” His stomach soured at the lie, and the arm he had braced on the bed trembled.
“Have you been touching what’s mine?”
The growl sent a shiver of warning through Ben’s body. “No. You told me I couldn’t.” It wasn’t technically a lie.
The phone vibrated, and Ben took it from his ear to see Gareth had requested a video call. Ben swallowed hard.
Fuck.
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Chapter 19
Gareth
Gareth knew exactly what Ben was doing, regardless of what his words said. He could hear the arousal in his voice, even though he probably tried to suppress it. Gareth could’ve pretended not to hear it and allowed Ben to continue, but the boy needed to learn to listen to instructions. The freedom Ben was experiencing was a good thing, but not to the extent of ignoring Gareth’s rules, and Gareth had specifically told him not to touch what washis.
He’d called, knowing Ben would still be awake but had been immediately suspicious at Ben’s innocent tone. The moment Gareth had decided to exert his claim, he’d hit the video call button. It would allow him to see exactly what Ben was doing. Or trying to hide what he was doing.
A flushed face appeared on the screen, and Gareth settled back in his chair, thankful his back was to the wall, and no one else could see the image in front of him. A bare-chested Ben was not for anyone’s eyes but his own, even though he was on his stomach and there wasn’t much to see.
“I definitely told you that you couldn’t, but I’m not sure I believe you haven’t,” Gareth said.
Ben’s nose crinkled as it always did when he wasn’t sure how to react or respond. It was cute, though he wouldn’t tell Ben that. “I haven’t touched!”
Gareth tilted his head, trying to suppress the chuckle forming in his throat while he studied the picture on the screen. Ben appeared the epitome of innocence, but there was something about his position that was bothering Gareth. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He squinted at his boy, taking in the flushed face, the slight sheen to his skin and the fidgeting Ben couldn’t seem to stop. Inwardly, Gareth laughed, even as a tingle of warmth spread through him. “Freeze,” he warned, “Right now.”
Ben’s eyes widened, and his mouth tensed as he tried to stay still. A drop of sweat beaded on his forehead and slowly snaked its way down Ben’s temple. The screen trembled, and Gareth assumed Ben’s hand was shaking with the effort to stop humping the bed.
“When I say it’s mine, I meanmine.You don’t touch it, and you don’t touch it with anything else. Your release is mine to command.Mine.”
Ben’s breath released audibly across the speaker. “I can’t…” He cleared his throat, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m…”
Gareth glanced around the room, checking no one had entered without him realising and leaned closer to the screen, inhaling through his nose when his cock pressed against the zip of his trousers. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Ben,” he murmured. “You need to stop. Right this minute. You won’t like the result if you continue.”
