Chapter 18

There'sa war raging behind Ben's eyes as I gently clean his body with lavender-scented bodywash. He's obviously enjoying the care and attention but is also afraid of it at the same time. I hate that this poor boy had to live a life where people constantly left him behind.

"Would it scare you if I told you I want to keep you?" I whisper, carefully running my hand over his cock, cleaning it but not lingering there.

"A little," he replies quietly. "But only because I want that so badly."

"All you have to do is say the word, and I'll never let you go," I promise him.

"I can't," he tells me, his bottom lip slightly trembling.

Quickly, I pull him into my arms, running my soapy hands up and down his back and holding him through his trembles.

"It's okay," I assure him. "I'll wait until you're ready. I'm not going anywhere either way."

Ben slowly pulls back, not enough to remove himself from my hold but enough to peer at my face. He stares into my eyes for a moment, like he's trying to figure out if I'm telling the truth. He doesn't say anything, but eventually, the corners of his lips turn up the smallest amount, and he tips his chin slightly as if accepting it as truth.

We spend the rest of our time in the shower in silence. I almost don't want to let Ben leave when we're finished, but that's what we agreed to.

I silently watch Ben get dressed and feel an ache in my chest when he heads home, leaving me alone in my thoughts. I pray I didn't mess things up tonight. I just couldn't stop myself from letting him know I care for him.

My phone buzzeson my nightstand bright and early Sunday morning. I want to throw it out the window until I see Ben's name lighting up my screen. I hate to admit it, but I was expecting him to freak out again and go several days without reaching out. To say I'm pleasantly surprised to find out that isn't the case would be an understatement.

There are already a bunch of messages from my boy, so I quickly unlock my phone to find out what he has to say. Hopefully, he isn't freaking out and telling me in a text. But as I read the messages, my eyes widen, and I groan when I find out that isn't the case. Along with some dirty messages is a picture that has my dick throbbing.

Ben's hard cock fills my screen, and I grasp my erection firmly. I woke up sporting some morning wood, but the sight of my boy naked and needy has my dick hard as a rock in an instant. I read the messages that came with the image and snicker a little, loving that his bratty side is coming out to play this morning.

Sweet Boy: What would happen if I touched myself?

Sweet Boy: I woke up like this, it doesn't feel right to leave myself hanging.

Sweet Boy: Is it possible to die of blue balls?

Sweet Boy: You don't want me to die, do you?

I shake my head and type out a response.

Me: I guess you COULD touch yourself if you really wanted to. But it would be much better if it was me stroking you. Don't you agree?

His reply is instant, and I chuckle.

Sweet Boy: It would, Daddy, but you're not here… and I'm sooo needy!

I hit an icon in the corner to call Ben instead of typing another response.

"Am I in trouble?" he answers.

"Not at all. I was trying to come up with a way to help with your neediness," I explain.

"Oh?" Ben asks breathlessly.

"Since I'm not there with you, I figured I would tell you what to do over the phone," I state, which has Ben sucking in a breath that brings a smile to my face. "Does that sound like a good plan?"

"Yes, Daddy, that sounds like the perfect plan," he replies, the excitement evident in his tone.

"You'll need to use your hands, so put your phone on speaker," I state.

"I already have my Bluetooth headphones in," he replies.

"Good. I like that no one else can hear what I'm about to say to you. You're already naked, right?" I inquire, wishing my eyes were grazing over his perfect body.I could ask Ben to do a video call, but for some reason, I want him to come from my voice alone this time.

"I am," he assures me.

"Okay, I'm going to instruct you on exactly what to do. You're to obey Daddy's every command, and as always, you are only allowed to come when I say you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," he whimpers out. "Please tell me what to do."

"Run your hand lightly over your chest," I instruct, causing a hum of enjoyment from my obedient boy.

"Good job," I praise because I don't doubt that he isn't doing what I'm telling him to. "Now gently pinch your left nipple."

"Gah," Ben cries out, and I give my cock a slow, firm tug. I'm not trying to come just yet, but I need to take the edge off while I tease my boy.

"How does it feel?" I ask him.

"So good, Daddy," he replies breathlessly.

"Pinch it harder," I command, applying more pressure to my throbbing cock when he cries out with pleasure.

I never knew that hearing my sweet boy like this would be such delicious torture, but it is.

"Good job, baby," I praise, positive he'll be beaming. "Now, keep playing with your nipple, but slide your other hand down your abs."

His moans grow louder as he follows my instructions, and I close my eyes, playing the scene over in my head.

"Now slide that hand over your inner thigh, close to your needy cock, but not touching it yet."He whimpers this time, and I smirk. "You're desperate, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," he replies, sounding needier than I've ever heard him. "I need to touch myself."

"You already are," I tease, fully aware of what he really means.

"My cock, Daddy," he pleads. "I need to touch my cock. I need to come so bad it hurts."

"Okay, sweet boy, grab your cock,but don't stroke yourself, just hold it in your hand."

"F-f-fuck," he stammers, listening to my command.

From how fast his breathing is and the way his voice broke when he spoke, I'm concerned that if he starts jacking off now, he'll blow in only seconds, which is the exact opposite of what I want to happen right now. Ideally, I'd love to draw out his orgasm for a good while, but Ben is only going to be able to follow my directions for so long.

He's a good boy, but he's horny and wants to come. Eventually, he'll decide it's not worth it and do what he needs to get his release. Even though I'm not able to make him wait all day, I do want to draw out his orgasm at least a little bit longer.

"Take a deep breath, sweet boy," I instruct. "You need to calm yourself down before I let you glide your fist up and down your needy dick."

Ben does as he's told, like the perfect boy he is, taking a few slow, deep breaths to bring himself off the ledge. It takes a couple of minutes, but his breathing evens out. Finally, it's time to let him have what he's been so desperate for.

"Are you ready to stroke yourself?" I check.

"Yes, Daddy," he responds in a breathy tone that has my cock pulsing in my hand.

"Start at the base and slowly slide your hand up," I instruct, following my directions at the same time.

Ben hums on the other end of the line, bringing a smile to my lips.

"When you reach the top, swipe the palm of your hand over your head and use the precum to make yourself nice and slick."

I fumble for a bottle of lube from my nightstand with my hand that isn't holding my phone and squirt a dollop onto my cock.

"Keep stroking yourself slowly, twisting your hand each time you get to your crown," I instruct, doing the same to myself. "If I were there right now, I'd suck you into my mouth and swallow your perfect cock down my throat."

"Shittt," Ben hisses out at my dirty words.

"Do you have lube next to you?" I ask, hating that I have to pull him out of the fantasy but wanting him to fuck his hole at the same time.

"Mm-hmm," he murmurs.

"Grab it and pour some onto your fingers," I command.

He's silent while he listens to my words, and I wait patiently for him to ask what to do next.

"Now what?" Ben inquires.

"Touch your needy hole," I command. "If I were there, not only would I be sucking your cock, but I'd also be finger fucking your perfect ass. Slide a finger inside your tight channel but imagine it's my cock."

"Jesus!" Ben cries out.

I picture his head falling back, stroking himself while also pushing his finger deep inside his hole.

"Find your prostate, baby," I instruct.

His needy mewls grow louder as he listens to my words. The sounds go straight to my cock, and even though I'm usually fantastic at holding off my orgasms, I'm getting close to losing it.

"Stroke yourself faster," I demand, almost growling the words out.

Does Ben have any idea how close I am? Is he aware of what he does to me without even being in the same room?

"Slide in a second finger and fuck yourself hard," I instruct, moving my hand up and down my cock faster.

"Shit. Fuck. Shit," Ben babbles, following my instructions. "I'm close. Can I come, Daddy?"

His pleas have me on the verge of release, my balls tingling with the need to explode.

"Yes, sweet boy. Come for Daddy."

The moment he shouts, I do the same. My orgasm hits so hard it steals my breath. My head is spinning as I try to pull some air into my lungs, but it's challenging. I'm not sure how long it takes until I can finally breathe normally again, and it takes even longer for my heart rate to even out. I've never come like that from my own hand.

"Holy shit," Ben whispers, and I chuckle.

"You can say that again," I murmur. "I was worried I was about to die there for a moment."

"Death by orgasm sounds like the best way to go," he replies, and I swear I hear the smile on his face.

"It would be better if I weren't all alone, though," I tell him.

"True. But at least you're on the phone with me. I could call for help so you wouldn't have to decompose in your house for a few days before someone figured out that you've been missing."

I laugh at his insane train of thought. "That's one way to look at it. But I'm also glad I didn't die."

"Me too," Ben replies quietly.

"What are you up to today?" I check with him. Maybe we could spend some time together if he isn't busy.

"Rio signed us up to volunteer somewhere," he replies.

So much for hanging out.

"You don't know where?" I ask, not actually surprised.

As I'm learning more about Ben, I've realized he isn't the most organized person. It has my Daddy urges twitching to help him out. I desperately need to chat with him one of these days to find out if he's interested in taking our relationship in a new direction, but now is not that time.

"I'll figure that out when we arrive. Rio has all the information we need, so that's really all that matters."

I chuckle. "I guess as long as one person knows."

There's a pause in the conversation. It's like we are at a loss for words, but neither wants to say goodbye.

"What were your plans for the day?" Ben inquires, ending the silence.

"I didn't really have any," I reply.

"Would you like to volunteer at some unknown location?" he inquires.

My brows shoot up at the invitation. I was not expecting him to ask that. Although it wouldn't be a date, I'd still meet his friends, which is a big step for him. One I'm not going to pass up.

"I'd love to," I assure him. "But if I'm going to be seen in public, I should probably have a shower and wash the cum off my chest and stomach. Text me the time and location."

"I have to shower too. I'll ask Rio for the info and send it over when I have it."

"Sounds good. I'll see you soon."

After Ben says goodbye, I drop my phone beside me on the bed.

I'm so excited to hang out with him outside of the house that it's not even funny.

This is huge progress.

I can't wait to see what happens.