"Have you been a good boy?" Dameon asks in a cheerful manner, basically singing the question as I whimpered in shame.
"D-Dameon... Is that you?" I sobbed, inching towards his voice as I felt the bed sink to his weight.
"If it wasn't me, would you still be acting this clingy?" He asks, a grin on his lips that I could practically hear from the flux of his voice.
"M-mask... Take off... the eye mask... please..." I inched towards him, rubbing my cheek on his pants as I sniffled.
"I'd have thought the first thing you wanted out was the vibrator. Priorities, I guess." Dameon chuckles as he slips off the eye mask.
I immediately squeezed my eyes shut from the sudden introduction of light, feeling his thumbs swipe at my tears before I blinked my eyes open. It took me a few moments to adjust to the outlines of his face, but once he was clear enough, I wriggled out of the bed and headed straight for the wardrobe doors.
