Page 14 of Ted's Temerity
I can only imagine what the look on my face must be like. My pulse is racing, my cock straining in my underwear, my body rigid with need for him. With the need to hear him make those sounds in a different setting. With my cock in his mouth. In his ass.
Realization seems to dawn on him and embarrassment settles in over his pretty face. “Oh. Uh. I didn’t mean…” he stammers, and I see his cheeks darken with the faintest hint of a blush on his flawless skin.
“Oh, no,” I practically purr, using all my reserves to keep my hands to myself, even though I want to cup his face in my hands and kiss him stupid again. “I like that I’m able to get those beautiful sounds out of you, even if it’s only my cooking that does it for now.”
For now.
For all that I keep reminding myself not to push him, I can’t help letting these little hopes of mine slip out. Thankfully, he just smiles bashfully and bites his plump lower lip.
“I told you I had a sweet tooth,” he defends himself, drifting back into that sweet playful mood he was in.
“You did. And I couldn’t help but indulge it.”
It appears I can’t help myself at all around him.
“Do you spoil everyone, Ted?” he asks from beneath lowered lashes, bringing another spoonful of his chocolate treat up to his lips. I can’t tear my gaze from the spoon, watching as he sucks it in and swallows his treat, this time more conscious of the sounds he was making. Not quite enough to completely prevent his delight, but he no longer sounds like something I’d find on PornHub. “Or is this you wooing me?”
“I want to say it’s just an attempt to woo you, but it would be a lie,” I admit, content to watch him continue to eat, my own bowl forgotten on the table in front of me. “I enjoy looking after people. Making them happy.”
“Then what the hell possessed you to become a lawyer?” His question seems to have bypassed his internal filter, because he looks up at me with wide, surprised eyes. “Shit. I’m sorry. That was rude.”
A bark of laughter escapes me. “It was a fair question, though. But,” I shoot him a firm stare, “I have a rule about watching your language, tiny dancer. My boy…myprincess,” I correct myself, “won’t swear.”
Cocking a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me, he smirks. “Am I your princess, Ted? Have we started to play?”
“Not yet,” I concede. “But I think, if it’s something you would like to do, we should go over the rules. I know we’ve spoken about limits, and we’ve got our safe words-”
“Meatloaf,” he cuts me off with a laugh, then rolls his eyes at me when I don’t follow his train of thought. “You know, ‘cos I will ‘do anything for love’-”
I groan, seeing exactly where he’s taking this. “But youwon’t do that.” I finish for him dryly, appalled at the joke. “That’s awful.”
He giggles madly in the face of my put-upon disgust. The sound is joyful and lights me up from the inside.
I push it a little further, exaggerating my reaction. “You’re not actually using Meatloaf as your safe word, right?”
“I should,” he continues to giggle and then scrapes at his bowl with his spoon, trying to get the last remnants of his mousse into his mouth. I half expect him to abandon the spoon and try to lick the bowl clean, considering the intent look on his face as he goes about his task. “But, no, I use the traffic light system.”
It’s what we had discussed on the phone and it’s also my go-to. “Good.” I’m back to being serious. “So. Rules?”
He pushes his empty bowl away with a mournful glance and then looks at me with bright eyes. “So far, I know about cleaning up after we play with toys and not swearing.”
“Good boy,” I praise, beaming when he grins back at me. “There’s also being honest at all times, following instructions, asking questions if you don’t understand something, and telling me if there’s something new you’d like to try.”
He considers these and bobs his head thoughtfully. “They’re all pretty common sense.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I approve. Then I add, “And, as part of following instructions, there will be consequences for things like talking back and sassing me.” I give him a knowing stare. He’s definitely the sassing type.
His dark eyes glimmer in amusement, even though he feigns innocence. “Would I do that?”
“I think we both know you will.”
It’s not even a maybe. He’s going to push the limits because he can and, oddly, I am looking forward to it. I’ve never enjoyed brattier play from my littles before, but I get the feeling Zephyr knows just how far he can take things before he crosses a line from fun to frustrating.
He runs his tongue along his front teeth. “Hmm, so what sort of consequences are we talking about here?”
I can feel my face twisting into a wicked smirk. “It depends on the severity of the infraction, of course. How many warnings I’ve given, that sort of thing. But I escalate from writing lines and corner time, to spankings, paddling and orgasm denial. Maybe some light humiliation play if you’re okay with it.” I shrug. “Sometimes the consequences are for fun and we’ll both be aware that it’s just a game, but other times they’re serious. Obviously, we’ll talk things through if it’s serious.”
“I…” Zephyr pauses, surprise coloring his tone. “I don’t think I’ve ever needed aseriouspunishment. Like, it’s always just been playful. Sexy. Fun.”
