I was asleep, fast fucking asleep, when that fucker texted me.
Granted, it was almost 7, and I'd have to wake up sooner or later anyway to get to school. Still, I wasn't great at being woken up early.
Groaning, I reached over and grabbed my phone, which was blinking at me.
"Yeah, alright." I grumbled groggily, rubbing my eyes.
The message, however, woke me up completely as I leaned over my phone, afraid that it would go away if I took my eyes off of it.
FROM: Gee.
(6:56am)
Good Morning, Daddy. Woke up early to get myself all ready for you. <3
And attached was a picture of him in that fucking PVC lingerie I'd bought him, with fishnet stockings connected to the panties by suspenders. His long hair hung in his eyes, which were rimmed lightly with eyeliner, and his teeth were caught seductively on his lip. Behind him, probably placed intentionally, was a large, realistic-looking dildo. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I groaned and dropped a hand between my legs to palm at the growing bulge there.
TO: Gee.
(7:04am)
Look so sexy Gee. Can't wait to play with you later. <3
FROM: Gee.
(7:07am)
I look so pretty, don't I? <3
TO: Gee.
(7:10am)
Yeah, baby. Real pretty.
I slid my phone into my bag then so I wouldn't be tempted to check it again, and tried to carry on with my morning routine as normally as possible, given the circumstances.
I couldn't remember the last time I was this excited. I pictured him looking all pretty and made up for me like he was in the picture, and had to stifle a moan – especially when I imagined him using that dildo on himself.
"Fuck." I groaned, running a hand through my hair. I looked almost as disheveled as I felt.
I pulled my shirt down over my jeans as far as it would go in a desperate attempt to hide my boner from my Mom. That was an awkward situation that I desperately wanted to avoid at any costs. Luckily for me, she was preoccupied with eating her breakfast and reading the newspaper, so barely looked up when she said goodbye to me.
The air was warm and sunny, and I sighed as it warmed my skin. This was honestly the best kind of weather. This was long drives down to the beach and drink a lot and go swimming while you're drunk weather, or sit on the roof a 3am and smoke cigarettes and kiss someone weather. It was sit in the park with a boy with gorgeous eyes and talk for a little bit too long, and then run home weather. It was handholding weather; dye your hair weird colours weather. It was the kind of weather that allowed you to be in love, and to truly experience happiness. I frowned a little when I realized that I couldn't do any of those things with Gerard. Not for another two months anyway. I guessed that it wasn't a particularly long time, of course, but it was still too long a time to wait, especially when the sun was shining so brightly onto my cheeks.
The school appeared in my line of vision and I walked a little faster, feeling like I was on a mission.
If I couldn't have romantic sunset make-out sessions, I was definitely going to have this.
Because of the damn poster he'd hung on his door (which, okay, was handy when we were fucking on his desk), I couldn't see him until I walked into the room. I smiled when he flinched slightly at the door opening, his eyes wide and pleading as I stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind me.
"Daddy." He breathed. I smirked and leaned in to kiss him slowly, my hand cupping his jaw.
"God, you slut." I smiled. He beamed back at me, pulling my mouth back to his again. I stepped back and raised an eyebrow, holding a hand out expectantly. He brought the remote out from his pocket and placed it into my waiting hand, licking his lips nervously.
