Kinktober Day 15- Praise Kink

Kinktober Day 15- Praise Kink

warnings: AFAB!reader, praise kink, dirty talk, phone sex, dom/sub aspects, mentions of f!receiving oral sex, mentions of m!masturbation, 18+ minors dni

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“Baby-”

“Shhh, just listen, Tommy.”

“They monitor these calls.”

“Well then, they get a free show. They took my sweet boy from me, the least they could do is let me talk to you.”

Tom groans and his head thunks against the wall. Luckily he’s alone in the phone room, but on the carrier, there’s always a chance someone could walk in.

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart,” you coo through the phone.

“Missed you too.”

You chuckle, the noise crackling through the speaker.

“It’s so lonely here without you.”

“I wish I could be there,” he says.

“I know you do. You’re always so good for me.”

Tom wants to curse. Wants to scream and hang up because he knows what you’re doing. You’re going to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, wind him up, and leave him to take care of it himself. He wishes he could turn this back on you, but he knows better.

“So good for you, ma’am,” he whispers.

“As soon as you get home, I want you down on your knees for me,” you tell him.

Tom swears under his breath because he craves nothing more than the sweet taste between your thighs. A few hours without is already difficult, but two weeks in the middle of the ocean with his wingman chattering in his ear is maddening.

“I’ll take you right in the foyer. Up against the front door if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, please ma’am, I want that so bad.”

Tom is faced away from the door to hide both his flushed face and the bulge in his pants.

“If you make me cum on your face, I’ll let you be on top as a reward.”

If anyone found him like this, Tom would deny any accusation until he went blue in the face. He’s not submissive, he doesn’t let his wife boss him around, and he certainly doesn’t get off on being called a good boy.

But you know the truth. You know how to make the stoic, skilled pilot lose all of his resolve in a matter of seconds.

“Permission to touch myself when I go back to my bunk, ma’am?”

“You’re such a good boy for asking. You may.”