River shakes his head, trying again to grab at me, but he can’t lift his hand much at all. He doesn’t try to speak. I guess he doesn’t want Daddy Dearest to know he’s here with me.
“Bothering…” I purse my lips as I reach for River’s cock, rubbing along the underside of the head before starting to slowly pump up and down his length again. “I didn’t realize he was going to be attending Dyschord U. It was a shock to see him pop out in front of me. Out of nowhere!”
“I’ll take care of it,” Fernando says. “You won’t have to worry about it. I’m sorry for agreeing to let him go there. I didn’t realize he’d be so goddamn—” He cuts himself off. “If you need to teach him another lesson, go ahead. He doesn’t need his other pinky either.”
River’s sweating more now. At least, I think it’s sweat. It could be tears. Whatever.
“Nah, it’s okay, I already have the one finger. I was told cutting off fingers is boring and cliché.” I keep going, forcing River to feel pleasure he’s helpless to do anything against.
River’s hips rock up so he’s half-thrusting into my hand, but the motion is weak at best. Pathetic.
“There’s no need to pull him out of university either. I mean, I wouldn’t want his entire education to be derailed onmyaccount.” I laugh and squeeze his cock, making River grunt. “On the other hand,” I continue as I pump River, “he was kind of rude to me. First he won’t leave me alone, then he tells me I’m a crazy cunt and should leave him in peace.”
“I’m very sorry, Ms. Pavone. Please do what you need to do to get him to leave you alone, but I will get him withdrawn from Dyschord so he can’t bother you again,” Fernando replies.
River swallows hard, the expression in his eyes bleak even as his cock starts to thicken in my hand.
“No, no, that’s really not necessary,” I say. I lean in to nibble on River’s earlobe briefly. “Maybe he can do me a few favors though? I was trying to tell him he owes me, but he kept blowing me off.”
How long can I extend this conversation? I drag my hand down his cock and palm his balls to try to get him to orgasm faster.
I mean, I don’t know that I’d be able to come while my parents were listening in, but isn’t it fun to try?
“I’ll tell him to do what you say,” Fernando replies. “That boy will do anything you want him to do.”
River grimaces, but we both know his father is right.
I go back to stroking his cock in earnest, and he bites his bottom lip to try to keep a hiss of breath from escaping him.
There. Almost there.
“Yeah, that’ll be good.” I giggle and rub the head of his cock, my thumb going insistently over the slit. A few drops of pre-cum slip out. “How are things, Mr. Rivera? Is your wife still working on her fashion business?”
“That little hobby?” he asks with an awkward laugh. “Yeah…” He trails off, obviously unsure of what to say.
There’s only so much I can talk about, but with how red River’s face is and the way he’s squirming, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer.
Right as I start to reply to Fernando, River arches, and he spills all over my hand with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
A small cry escapes his lips.
He actually came.
Even though he’s drugged, even though his father was listening in, River came.
I smile in amazement.
“Well, nice chat. Maybe I’ll see you at the New Year’s party,” I say, then hit the ‘end call’ button with my clean hand.
River breathes hard.
“Holy shit,” I say with awe. Then I start laughing. “Oh my god, River. That was your dad! He must have heard you.”
“Fuck!” His voice is thick, and his expression is panicked as he mutters, “I can’t believe you fucking did that.” I look closely at him, and I can see the way moisture glimmers at the corners of his eyes.
“Are you crying?” I take my cum-stained hand and wipe the tears. “Over something so minor?”
“Minor?” he chokes out, blinking several times. “That wasminorto you? He’s going to beat the shit out of me next time he sees me.” This time when he reaches up to grab my wrist, he manages, for all that there’s barely any strength in the grasp.
