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"Gee, Polly, isn’t it three in the morning over there?”
“Yeah, it is, I just...hey, Trucy? I really can’t focus like this, so if you could just give me permission, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Hmm...let me call you right back.”
Apollo swore when Trucy hung up, letting his phone fall flat on his chest. Really, he couldn’t do anything about it. He had been stupid enough to give Trucy that much power over him, even when he was thousands of miles away, and now he was paying the price.
He didn’t have an insane libido or anything like that, but he had gotten used to cumming far more than once every thirty days. When Trucy had first suggested it, before he’d decided to stay in Khurain, it seemed like a way for them to stay connected, a fun addition to their soon-to-be long-distance relationship. He figured that Trucy being able to boss him around every now and again would make her feel better about him gone, like she was taking control of the situation—he didn’t mind that.
But, really, he hadn’t cum in a month. And Trucy had been telling him to edge every night. Wasn’t that a little excessive? Couldn’t she have at least pretended to feel bad?
Apollo was fully prepared to spend another night toiling over whether to break his promise and get himself off so he could get some proper rest, without worrying about having a wet dream or waking up with morning wood that he couldn’t do anything about, because the way Trucy so casually hung up made it seem like she wasn’t calling back. But, much to his excitement, his phone rang only a minute later.
“Sorry, I was sitting with Daddy—I had to go to my room.” Oh, she’d gone to her room. A private place. Maybe that was a good sign? “What was it that you wanted, again?”
“Trucy,” Apollo deadpanned.
“Okay, okay, sorry! It’s fun to mess with you.”
“I can definitely tell you’re having fun...”
“Don’t be so sassy, Polly. That’s no way to talk to someone if you’re asking them for a favor, you know!”
“Right, right,” he rushed out, aware that his desperation only entertained her more. “You’re right. Sorry. I’m just a little on edge—”
“Pun intended?”
“Pun not intended.”
“Oh, you should have said that it was intended. I would have been a lot less tempted to sustain your erection if you’d put some thought into it.”
Great. Back-to-back corny jokes. Refusing to play her game any further until he got a proper answer, Apollo tried again. “Trucy, it’s getting really difficult to keep going like this. I know it’s pathetic, but...I’m trying to do some serious work over here! I can’t do that if I’m just thinking about getting off. Not to mention, I—I feel really bad talking to you, lately, since it’s all I think about. I don’t want to be that kind of boyfriend.”
(It was almost embarrassing to call himself a seventeen-year-old’s boyfriend. Then again, getting edged by a seventeen-year-old was pretty bad, too.)
“I know you think about it when we talk. I don’t mind,” Trucy replied. He was quite relieved. He really had been feeling guilty, thinking about how badly he wanted her to give him permission to cum when she so much as texted him. “In fact, I really like it. It lets me know you’re thinking about me all day.”
Just like he thought, this was all because she missed him. He was really horrible at charming girls (or anybody), but Trucy had always told him to just be genuine with her. He hoped it would work. “We don’t have to do this for me to think about you all day, Trucy. I’m always thinking about you. Even when I was back home and we saw each other all the time, I—”
“Hey, Polly? You can save the speech.” Oh, God. He definitely wasn’t getting permission from her. “It’s a totally different feeling. Thinking about me every day is one thing, but thinking about me all day and trying to figure out how you’re going to convince me to let you cum is another. Do you see the difference?”
“Y-yeah. I see the difference. But, I can—we could always—I mean, there’s other ways—”
“It’s a really good feeling.” Apollo’s erection jumped in his boxers at the sound of her voice. She’d switched from on-stage Trucy to sultry Trucy, and her voice was just hot enough for him to know that she was certainly masturbating to the sound of his begging. “If you want me to let you cum, you’ll have to give me something just as good—no, better. So, how are you going to entertain me?”
His entire job revolved around getting in front of people and putting on a show to get them to rule in his favor, but his brain short-circuited when he heard Trucy say that over a breathy moan. He had to entertain her. He had to give her something even better than what he’d been giving. Did he even have anything else to offer?
“I’ll, um...well, I guess I'll just have to, uh...”
“...Are you really going to try and wing this one?”
“I don’t know what else to do!”
“Think of something quick, or else I’m going to hang up and get off without you. Hurry, Polly.”
“Um—um, I—”
“I have that toy inside me. The one that’s just a little smaller than you, but still feels so good—and I’m thinking about how for the past month, you've been feeling this good every night without any release, all because I said so. That’s really nice to think about, Polly. Can you give me something better? I kinda don’t want to give this up.”
“I’ll come back!”
Why the hell did I say that...?
“Wh-what?”
Apollo quickly ran through his schedule. Nahyuta was going to hate him, but...surely, he’d understand. “I mean—maybe just for, like, a week, but—”
“Do you mean it?”
Oh, God. He was thinking with his dick again. That was exactly what had gotten him into this situation, but— “I mean it.”
“Two weeks.”
“I’ve got stuff to do, Trucy, I can’t just up and leave for two—”
“Two weeks, or I’m hanging up!”
“Okay! Okay, two weeks, I’ll make it work! So, can I—”
“No. Not yet. Tell me what you’re going to do when you get here.”
The first thing he thought of was get my luggage from the baggage claim, but that probably wasn’t what she was looking for. Grabbing his dick through his underwear, knowing she’d let him have it soon, he performed like he’d never performed before. “Once I get to your place, then I’ll—no, no, I won’t even wait until then. I’ll ask you to meet me in the airport, and as soon as I touch down, I’ll take you in the nearest bathroom stall, and eat you out until you can’t stand.”
“God, Apollo, keep going.”
She was getting all pitchy, he could tell she was close. She was probably using a clit toy, too; he could tell just from the way she was moaning what she was doing to herself, could imagine what she looked like as she did it. Maybe all he had to do was get her off, then she would give him permission. He squeezed himself more, stroked his cock over the fabric, getting himself right to the edge so he could let go whenever she gave him the go-ahead. “I’ll just pick you up, put you against the stall, and keep fucking you—I don’t care who hears, or how much it is for you. I need you that bad, Trucy. So, please—please, please, please, can I cum?”
Wrong choice of words—or perhaps right choice of words. However he looked at it, Trucy had went silent, save for gasps and whimpers that she was clearly keeping low to hide from her father. Apollo was still jerking himself off, eyes shut, jaw clenched, just waiting for her to tell him it was okay.
But she didn’t.
She didn’t say anything.
Even when it was clear she was finished—all he heard was her catching her breath—she still didn’t give him permission. But he’d done what he was supposed to, so...there was no harm in one more ask, right?
“H-hey, Trucy? Uh...I can...I can go ahead and finish, right?”
“Mm...” Apollo held his breath. “No, I don’t think so.”
...What?
“What?!”
“I know I said I wanted something better than the thought of you edging, but...your idea was too fun! So, I have to make sure that you make good on it. You can just keep edging until you make it back here and do exactly what you said you’d do. Got it?”
He hardly even remembered what he’d said. Something about baggage claim in a bathroom stall? “Trucy, that’s not fair! I did what you told me to—”
“It’s also not fair to leave your girlfriend all alone while you restructure an entire legal system overseas,” Trucy sang. “C’mon, it can’t be that bad. I’m sure you can get a flight pretty easily. Let me know when you’ve bought the ticket so I can tell Daddy! He’ll be super excited.”
I’m sure he’d be a lot less excited if he knew what I was coming for.