Luke's Kitten ✔

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I moped around for a few hours after Luke left. Calum and Ashton were busy, doing their own different jobs in their own little worlds.

It was bratty but I wanted attention. I wanted Luke to touch me and tell me I'm pretty. I grabbed my phone and clicked on Luke's contact name.

To: Daddy ❤

I know you're not going to get this for another day or so but I miss yoouuuu <333

I hit send and decided on going upstairs. I flopped onto Luke's bed since its bigger than mine. My phone dinged and I immediately picked it up.

Delayed Message from: Daddy ❤

(Picture attached) 72 hours til I get to see my babyboy

I huffed, he looked so hot. Why did he looked so hot?

"Why's he so GRRRRRRR!" I growled.

"Michael! Are you okay?" Ashton yelled from downstairs.

"Fine Ashie! Stubbed my toe!" I lied.

I looked back down at the perfect selfie of Luke in the airport. He must have boarded the plane already because it was delayed by two hours. Which meant my texts were going to be delayed.

Which meant he couldn't punish me because whatever I shouldn't be doing would've already been done.....

|Luke|

I felt my phone vibrate and I slowly tugged it out of my slacks. The meeting was dragging on and I was about ready to just walk out. I had 27 delayed messages from  Babyboy 😍 ♥.

I quickly pressed on the last message so it would direct me to his first message. I was thankful I was at the head of the table so no one was beside me, looking over at my phone.

The first two were 'I miss you' messages and then all the others were pictures. Pictures of the small tent in his shorts then short mute videos of him pulling his shorts down to show off his mint green lace.

Babyboy 😍 ♥:  I need my Daddy (video- showing off lace)

Babyboy 😍 ♥: Rather be sucking on Daddy's fingers (photo- 2 fingers in his mouth)

Babyboy 😍 ♥: 99 problems? No...just one...but daddy's not here to fix it :(

I scrolled through the next round of pictures. Pictures of his face scrunched up in pain and pleasure, videos of his fingers pushing into his bum. I bit my lip as I watched him. My boxers tightened under my slacks. I looked up to see someone still talking but I didn't hear any of it.

The woman finished within the next minute, "I think we're all very tired of sitting down so we're all going to take an hour to stretch and eat." I stated.

Pretty much everyone gave me happy smiles or sighs of relief. Once everyone was out, I walked out. The meeting was in the dining hall, that was just remodeled to be a board room.

I took the elevator up to the top floor, where my suite was. I went back to Michael's stream of messages.

Videos of his hands, scrunched up face. Once I got into the suite, I turned my volume up. His soft panting and quiet moaning. Whimpers and begs. Begs for me.

His breathing got more shallow, "Uhhh...mm uh...d...daddy."

I listened and watched carefully, seeing what a mess he made on my bed. He still panted in the background before all the videos and photos ended.

I called the home phone, leaning against the wall between the kitchen and living room. My slacks were still tight but I wanted to hear Michael's voice in real time.

"Hey Lucas. How's everything?" Ashton asked, Calum mumbling something in the background.

"Everything's fine. Is Michael there?" I asked.

"Yeah he's upstairs gimme a second." Ash said.

There was a bit of noise as something, probably the microwave, went off and then Ash called Mikey. A heard heavier footsteps, probably the hybrid running down the stairs, before the phone was handed off.

"Hiya." Michael chirped, going back upstairs.

"Hey babyboy. What are you doing?" I asked.

"Watching Pokémon in my room." He replied.

"I'd say you can watch it on the big screen in my room but you had to clean the sheets. Isn't that right?" I smirked, just imagining his blushing cheeks.

"They're i-in the washer." He mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Well I just wanted to make sure my baby was okay and isn't still being naughty." I stated.

"Not anymore..." Michael muttered.

"good because we wouldn't need my babyboy getting more punishment then I already have planned, right?"

"Right Daddy." Michael replied.

"Good boy. Just a few more hours and I'm on the plane home. I'll be there by Thanksgiving morning." I promised.

"Okay...i still miss you daddy." The blond said quietly.

I could clearly see him sitting on his bed, probably in some lace and one of my old tee shirts. His green eyes would shine as he looked up at me through his long eyelashes. His cheeks a dusty rose color and his small hands clutching the hem of my shirt that hung loosely over his small shoulders.

"You look so pretty baby. I miss you so much." I said.

"You can't even see me daddy." Michael replied.

"Don't have to. I already know you're gorgeous." I grinned.

"Daddy~" he drew out, embarrassed.

"My pretty babyboy thats in so much trouble when I get home." I tsked.

"Spank me daddy."