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He slips off my socks one at a time, the act far more sensual than it has any right to be. “But sometimes,” he says, kissing the inside of my knee, “it might be difficult for you to vocalize if you’re feeling too overwhelmed to continue. You might not want to disappoint me. And Kipp, you won’t ever disappoint me. Okay? Not ever. Even if you tell me no.”

I swallow, nodding, the use of my real name making me feel like Teddy means outside of sex, too. Like, somehow, he’s saying I could never disappoint him.

He watches me for a moment, and then he kisses my other knee. “But a safeword might be easier for you to say. It doesn’t sound like stop, but it means the same thing. Could you pick one for me?”

“Bananas.”

He huffs a laugh, his breath ghosting over my thigh.

I chuckle with him. “I hate them,” I explain, stomach tightening when Teddy drags his fingers to the band of my briefs. “You won’t hear me uttering that word unless it means no goddamn thank you.”

“Bananas it is,” he says. “Lift, doll.”

I lift my hips, and Teddy pulls off my briefs. He hums as his eyes take me in, and a wicked smirk graces his lips. He stands and steps away, and I watch, stomach doing flips as he goes to the nightstand. He drops a condom, lube, and…a butt plug on the bed.

“First,” he says calmly, walking back around to where I’m sitting, “I’m going to play with you. Because you’re mine. Mine to play with. Mine to pleasure. Isn’t that right?”

Fuck yes.

I clear my throat. “Yes.”

“That’s right, babydoll,” he says, tugging my head to the side, the wide grip in my hair not hurting in the least. My pulse thunders. “You are mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to enjoy. Which means all you need to do is listen and be good for me. Think you can do that?”

Fuck. “Yes. I can do that.”

“Good.” Teddy guides my head back around, and, without hesitation, he crashes his lips into mine. The kiss is consuming—hungry—and I whimper into it, my mind already spiraling away. “I want to own you.” That’s what he said.

I want that, too. I want to be his.

When Teddy lets me go, I nearly protest. But then his hand is landing flat on my chest, and he’s shoving me onto my back. I haven’t finished bouncing when Teddy drops to the floor between my legs. He tugs me forward until my ass is at the edge of the mattress, my knees spread wide to accommodate his bulk. I swallow heavily as his brown eyes meet mine.

“Now,” he says coolly, “be a good doll for me and lie still. And once I’m done tasting you, I’ll let you wear my handprint on your ass.”

Oh… “Fuck,” I shout as Teddy’s tongue drags over my rim. He spreads my cheeks wide, that wet heat coming back in for another round. My back bows up, an unintelligible sound leaving my lips.

Rimming. Fucking rimming. It’s my damn kryptonite.

Teddy grips me harder. “Still, doll.”

Christ, I’m trying, but holy fuck. That tongue, soothing and prodding. That beard against my skin. It’s too good. Way too good.

Teddy circles my dick, his hand squeezing tight. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes,” I groan out. Fuck, yes. Please. God.

“Then be still, babydoll, and let me get you ready with my tongue.”

Fu-u-uck.

Teddy lets go of my cock, his thumbs pressing the insides of my thighs wider. He buries his face in my ass, licking me relentlessly, and holy hell, I try to be still, I really do, but my cock is twitching, my hips have a mind of their own, and I can’t stop wriggling. Thank fuck he doesn’t stop, but he does give my thigh a stinging slap that has my mind blanking with an oh. I go boneless a second later.

“There you go,” he soothes, his hands trailing over my skin, his tongue lapping at me broadly. “Fucking gorgeous. Look at you spread out like the good doll you are.”

Oh God.

Teddy kisses my asshole—kisses it with closed lips in a way that has me blushing and fighting the urge to writhe. And then wet fingers press against me.

“Fuck,” I breathe. When did he even open the lube? The man’s a master multi— “Ahhh.”

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