Chapter 22 - S-Daddy
"You're on?" she said, surprised. Cage was surprised too. He had never done this before, but he felt compelled to do it.
"Mmm," he mumbled, giving her a little evaluation of who he was. This was the most he had revealed on the internet.
"Oh, you have a nice voice," she said offhandedly. "You seem like the full package, unfortunately." She continued.
[RayKon53: Unfortunately?]
"I would have liked it if you were a balding old man, but here you are, sounding like a god. What is a girl to do but to swoon?" She giggled. Cage shifted in his seat, fully aware that he was, again, sporting a hard-on.
[RayKon53: Do I make you swoon, love?] He could imagine saying this into her ear, whispering it as he caressed her hair.
He had to try hard to shake off the image in his head. Him and her in a bed… he really needed his left hand to come to the occasion and give him relief.
"Yes." The words were breathy. He could hear the slight breeze coming from a window near her and it made her seem more ethereal than she already was. He raised the volume of his computer to high and listened closely to the sounds of her breathing. "I would love to see what you could do to me," she mumbled, a little shy, but still daring.
He sucked in a breath. In the next moment, he let it out and gave a burst of rumbling laughter that came directly from his heart.
"Stop. Don't laugh into my ears." He startled.
"Why?" he said softly, looking around to check if anyone had noticed.
"Your voice in my ear does things to me," she confessed in a small voice.
[RayKon53: I am glad I have that effect on you. I would have it no other way.]
"You're a smooth talker, aren't you? Strutting around pretending to be nothing when you have that voice. From what little I have heard of it, I almost feel familiar to it… like it's a voice I have heard before." He stiffened, knowing that he might have blown his cover.
[RayKon53: What do you mean?]
"Your voice is familiar. Are you using a voice changer?" she asked offhandedly. "Not that I would mind. But your voice is made of dreams. I really enjoy listening to it." Again, he burst out into laughter.
"You sound happy. I like that." And the little comment warmed his heart. He really was happy and he wished he could say that more clearly. So he did just that.
[RayKon53: I am happy. Would you like to know why?]
"Why?" How innocent she sounded like she didn't know what sort of an effect she had on him.
[RayKon53: You.]
[RayKon53: You made me happy.]
The other burst out into wild laughter. "How corny!" she gasped, the excitement clearly overtaking her. "How could you say something that embarrassing?" she rested at a fit of continuous giggles, but she sounded delighted by his confession. He was glad that he could have a similar effect. It was strange that they had come to like each other so in the matter on such a few days.
The flight went on flawlessly. They played a quest together and confirmed that they were compatible on the battlefield. He could see how there were fans of their CP already and he smirked at that.
At the end of the flight, he felt tired but happy. He shut off the laptop and hoped to reach the hotel soon. He needed some sleep to survive.
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After landing in City B, Cage had thought that he could spend the day sleeping, but he got no time as he went from photoshoot to interview. By the end of the day he was tired to his bones and in need of sleep. That is how his Monday was spent.
The next morning, Cage woke up early and prepared for the flurry of interviews that would take place that day. His publicity assistant had scheduled multiple magazines to come and question him about the movie. He had accepted his part, knowing that the movie had to do well for him to prosper in life.
Before he left for the day, he opened up his laptop to see if he had any messages from his favorite girl, and he was not disappointed.
[Rinten: I have decided. I will call you senpai daddy. S-daddy.]
[Rinten: I realize that you sound like a sadistic kink master, but I won't mind being tied up by you.] She had written.
Cage groaned in protest. Why did he have to open his messages early in the morning? There was no way he could forget about this message as he went through his day.
"Fuck," he cursed, wondering if he should pull out his cock and stroke one out to relieve himself. It had been some time since he had some one-on-one time with his little friend, and he was scared that he would die from blue balls.
[RayKon53: Call me that one more time, and I will take a helicopter to you and spank your silliness out of you, young lady. Soliciting men on the internet!]
As he typed out, he imagined coming forth and showing her exactly how sadistic he could be when faced with teasing. He could give back as good as he got, dammit.
His little friend was still very much at attention and seeking for his favor, so he went ahead and took a nice cold shower to compensate. He would surely die of blue balls, that he was sure of.
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