Page 31 of Teddy Tea Time

Why aren’t they saying anything?

Why aren’t they looking at me?

I’m fucking this up, aren’t I.

Somebody needs to stop me.

“I mean, I know you were half out of it that night but it changed me. I mean, you changed me. I mean… mpfph”

Ash’s palm covers my mouth before the word vomit continues.

“I love you, too” they gasp out before collapsing into my chest with laughter. “Holy shit, Biker Bear, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get that flustered and talkative at the same time.”

My worries fly away with the sound of Ash’s joy, even if it is at my expense. After all, they aren’t wrong. The box in their hands reminds me of the question I didn’t get a chance to ask.

“Do you think you would like to be my owner, Ash? Because I really like being yours.”

They reposition themselves to lay their head in my lap and stretch out along the length of the sectional to look up at me while I talk to them. It feels right to have them like this in my home, taking over without asking for permission… taking me over.

“I want to be yours. Your boyfriend. Your partner. Your slave. Your toy…. However you want me, I want to be yours.”

I reach into the box and pull out the silver ring to place on their finger. With tears in their eyes, they let me. After staring at it for a few moments, they lift the silver cuff out and place it on my right wrist.

“So that people know immediately they are a set when we hold hands,” they say before placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist.

At the bottom of the box is a silver medallion, etched with two hearts behind a smaller one in front with an infinity symbol encompassing the entire image.

“This is for Gerry,” they say. There is no question in their voice, only certainty.

“Regardless of what happens with us, I know you love him like he is your own little brother,” I tell them. “And in a way, these pieces are a gift from the man who brought us all together as a family.”

I made the pieces from some silver I melted down from a tea tray I found while going through David’s things from his landlord. The personal items and antiques are all in storage for when Gerry is a little older and can make his own decisions on them, but the things that would just be scrap, I decided to make into a more meaningful things. After all, the man kind of jumpstart all of this. Without him, we wouldn’t be here.

Ash reaches up to pull my head down to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

“Thank you, my gentle and caring Biker Bear. Now, how much longer is Jackson going to be keeping the kid out cuz I really wanna try out my new toy.”

With a wink, they jump up from the couch and run back to the bedroom. It takes me a few seconds to get my brain rebooted before I send a quick text to Jackson asking him to make it a double feature and take off toward the back of the trailer myself.

I knew tiramisu could work miracles.

28

ASH

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I finally said out loud how much I despise what my mother did to me or the fact that Jace wants me to own him that has me flying so high right now. Another shower isn’t exactly needed, but I also wasn’t thinking about sex earlier, so I hop back under the spray to do some quick prep and cleaning in anticipation of playing with my toy.

“Owner, do you want your toy to be clothed or naked when you come out?” Jace calls through the door, and I pause to consider the question. Last time, he was naked. But dressing and undressing the doll is a big part of the play that I enjoy. Toys are not just for sexy times, after all.

I almost call out for him to stay dressed for me when I remember that Gerry will be coming home sooner rather than later. Tonight is not for wasting time. We can revisit more of the aspects of doll play when Gerry starts having sleepovers with his new friends from school.

“My toys don’t come with clothes until I dress them myself!” I call out with two lubed fingers up my ass under the spray.

Since I’m not planning on having him eat my ass tonight, I grabbed the silicone lube on my way into the bathroom. After I’m comfortable with three fingers, I wash my hands off in the spray before I rush through drying off and brushing my teeth. Just because he’s a toy doesn’t mean he needs to be subjected to coffee breath.

When I enter the bedroom, Jace is gloriously naked in the middle of my California king, staring straight up at the ceiling with his lips barely parted and his already slicked up cock straining to lift from his stomach. It makes a valiant effort, but with its size, completely vertical is pretty much impossible with the man on his back.

A glint of silver catches in the lamplight and my own dick fills up completely at the realization that Jace also made himself a cock ring. The clasp on it is simple enough for me to remove quickly if I need or want to, but it’s also secure to where he won’t be able to come or go soft for a while.