#part nine
Human Touch Part Nine
Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|Part Six|Part Seven |Part Eight
- word count: 1.6k
- rating:M for smut, dirty talk, mentions of daddy kink, phone sex, sexual situations (pls don’t read unless ur 18+!)
- summary:Nathan leaves for a business trip and you stay at home, but he finds ways to take care of you even when he’s gone.
a/n:thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascaland@sergeantkane as always!! and to @aellynera for yelling at me to post on time!! there’s only one more part after this! if you’ve read all these i really appreciate you!!
For the first time since the wedding, Nathan has left the compound. He has a business meeting with the board of Bluebook. He’s preparing to launch his latest tech. The smart home device he’s been working on, Etta. You’d have gone with him, but you wanted to let him work. He wanted your company, but he also knew he’d be working, and you’d spend a lot of time alone.
He texts you though, especially during the board meetings. Begging you for a nude selfie.
“Kitten, I already saw that one,” he’d text back. He wants you to take a new one. You play along, but that’s when you get an idea.
You send him a text: Sugar daddy wanted.
He’s quick to write back: Sugar daddy acquired.
You can’t help but giggle when you see his response. You’re curled up in bed, wearing one of his shirts. Because of the time difference, it’s bedtime for you but the afternoon for him.
Text: I’m so bored daddy.
Reply: You need someone to take care of you Kitten?
Text: Please?
Reply: There’s a box in the closet baby, go get it.
You push back the blankets as you step out of the bed with piqued curiosity. You open the closet to see a box the size of a shoebox. Your name is written on the top in Nathan’s all caps handwriting. With the box in hand, you go back over to the bed to see a new text from Nathan telling you not to open it until he gets back to his hotel room.
You want to open it now, but you know he’ll know somehow if you did. So, you slide under the blankets again and drift off. You might as well nap before he’s done with his meeting.
Your phone rings a few hours later, and it’s a facetime call. Happily, you answer to see your husband’s face.
“Hey kitten,” he smiles. He’s leaning back against the headboard of his bed. His shirt is off, and he looks damp from a fresh shower.
“Hi baby,” you smile and turn on a bedside lamp.
“Did I wake you?” he frowns slightly.
“Yes, but it’s ok, I miss you!”
“I miss you kitten,” he rubs his hand over his head. “This shit is so boring.”
You laugh. “How’s it going though?”
“Fine.” He pauses and looks down over the rim of his glasses. “Did you open the box?”
“No,” you smile, holding it up. “You told me not to!”
“Good girl. Open it,” he nods.
Inside the small box are a few objects. The first thing you notice right away is a dildo. You hold it up and he quirks a proud brow.
“You’re gonna use that in a minute kitten,” he tells you, and you can’t see where his hand goes, but he’s starting to lazily stroke his cock.
“Is this the one we made?” you laugh at the memory.
“Oh yeah it is,” he smirks, and lets out a soft whine. He’s thinking about it too.
He’d called you down to his lab one afternoon, he’d been in there all day and you’d not heard from him. So, when he called you it was a surprise, you thought he was going to use you as a guinea pig for his smart home device he’s testing named Etta. He’s getting close to finishing her, and you agreed to help him with the trials. But this wasn’t it.
You walked in the lab, pushed on the glass door, it was cool under your fingertips. Inside the room however, it was quite warm. Warmer than normal. Nathan stood in the middle of the room, hand on his hard cock, pumping himself slowly.
“Nathan?” you laughed and flushed despite coming in here and seeing weirder things. And you’ve done crazier things with him before.
“Good you’re here,” he said.
“What are you doing?”
“Making a mold of my dick. Here,” he tapped the table, indicating for you to hop up on it. “Strip. Let’s go let’s go,” he taps the table quicker.
“Ok ok!” you scoffed a little, but you figured he had a reason. “Why do I need to be naked for you to make a mold of your-“
“I need to stay hard while the mold is on me kitten.” He reached for a tube filled with a solution. Once you were naked, he positioned himself inside the tube. He let out a soft gasp at the change of temperature and focused in on you. “Ok, go.” He nodded his head at you.
“Pardon?” you started to step off the counter when he winced again.
“Touch yourself baby, please.”
You wanted to gloat, but you didn’t want to ruin his project. But then, you thought maybe some gloating might turn him on a little.
You were shy the first and second time he asked you to touch yourself in front of him, but by now you’d gotten quite good at putting on a show for your husband. He moaned watching your fingers move.
“How long do you have to stay hard for?”
“Five minutes. But it’s not so easy when this thing is fuckin’ cold.”
You kept going. And you were seconds away from coming when Nathan’s timer went off. He gently pulled himself out of it and reached for you.
“Oh no, you are not touching me until that stuff is off you.”
He promptly ignored you and shoved your hand away. He knelt on the ground and buried his face in between your legs. His moans and beard added to your pleasure, and you came when you heard him groan deeply. He came untouched, his cum dripped onto the floor and down his length.
You’d not seen the dildo until now that it’s in your hands.
“Fuck, I wish I was there to push it into you,” Nathan sighs. “But since you can’t have the real me-“
You smile and set the dildo on the bed next to you. You continue going through the box. Inside there’s a bottle of lube, some new lingerie, and a small scrap of paper. It has information about picking up something tomorrow.
“Make sure you’re awake, you can’t miss this delivery,” he tells you over the phone. “Now, please baby. Can I see you?”
You pull off your shirt, and he groans.
“Fuck look at you. Do they miss me?”
You purse your lips together, wanting to roll your eyes at his joke, but yes- yes you miss him touching your tits. So, so badly.
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer,” you grin.
“So that’s a yes then. Ok, baby, touch ‘em. Please, fuck.”
His hand slides up and down his cock in full view of you while you touch your chest for him. You do everything he asks, but you start to tell him what to do as well.
Soon you’ve got the dildo ready and he moans louder than you when you slide it in. It’s strange to feel it, because you know it’s not him, but you can tell it was made from him. It fills you just the same.
“How’s it feel baby?”
“Thick,” you moan, clenching around it. “But I miss your warmth,” you tell him honestly. And you do, you miss his heat, not just physically, but the passion. It’s there now, only virtual.
“Remember when we used to have phone sex when you still lived at home? And start moving that that kitten.”
You moan doing as he asks and tell him yes you remember.
“I tried to hide my posters of you from you,” you laugh then moan again.
“Posters? Plural? Oh fuck!”
“Are you about to come from that?” you can’t help but giggle.
“Fuck, you were so cute when you were all shy and crushing on me.”
That pulled a moan from you.
“You like that kitten? Remember when you were so shy? Fuck, you let me take your virginity baby.”
You want to watch him, but you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Look at me kitten,” he demands, and you open your eyes. “Come. Now,” his voice drops, and you can’t help but relax and let your body release. He watches you in delight squeeze around the gift he made you. It sends him over, and it’s your turn to delight in the pleasure look on his face, and his cum on his tight stomach.
“I miss you,” you gasp, catching your breath.
“Fuck, me too baby. But that was sexy as fuck,” he grins, and you nod in agreement. “Now, go back to sleep baby. Don’t forget about that delivery tomorrow.”
You set an alarm as soon as you get off the phone with him. When you’ve cleaned up and curled back in bed, you smile wondering what on earth he could have sent you.
The next morning you wake and get dressed to see about the delivery. You make the small walk to the field where the helicopter comes with your weekly deliveries of food and whatever else the two of you need.
The pilot hands you a box, and it says not to open until you get back to the compound.
But you can hear what’s inside before you do.
You gasp softly and walk quickly back to the compound and open the box as soon as you step inside, and the door is closed behind you.
Inside is a little black kitten. He has on a little blue collar, and the name tag says “Prometheus.” He’s a little jumpy from being flown in, but before you know it, he’s happy and exploring around his new home.
You pick him up and cuddle him and give him a kiss on his little head. With him in your arms, you look in side the box again. There’s a towel and another note.
All it says is “a kitten for my kitten.”
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