Page 17 of Ted's Temerity
I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m glad that it was.”
I hesitate only briefly before I tell him, “I think a lot of that is because you made it easy for me.”
“I didn’t do anything special, Zephyr.”
“Bull-” I stop myself short as he clears his throat. “I mean, uh, bologna.”
Ted snorts.
Smiling to myself, I try to organize my thoughts. Exploring our dynamic really did feel more natural with Ted than it has with any of the Daddies I’ve done scenes with before. I’ve never had a bad experience, but I’ve also never felt sorightwith another Daddy, either…not that my life to this point has really allowed me many opportunities to give it a red-hot go, to be fair.
“I’m serious, though.” I eventually say, glad that Ted has allowed me a chance to try and process my thoughts properly. “I’ve never really had a Daddy get so into the games before. Like, sure, I’ve done tea parties where Daddies have joined me, but…you make it feel like you’re actually enjoying what we’re doing, not just the fact that we’re role playing as Daddy and boy.” I lean my head back on his shoulder so I can awkwardly look at his face. “Does that make sense? Like, I know they enjoyed playing the role of Daddy, but you seemed to really appreciatewhatwe were doing. Ugh. I don’t think this is coming out right.”
A chuckle rumbles up through his chest, vibrating against my back. He kisses my forehead. “I think I’m following you. And I did have fun playing along.” He pauses. “I’m sure those other Daddies do, too, in their own way. But we all get something different out of this stuff, you know?”
“Hmm,” I consider, though I’m not sure I completely agree with him. “Well, is this the sort of thing you can see yourself doing more often? I know you’re more used to…” I fumble over my words, gesturing vaguely with my hands, “I guess what is seen as stereotypically ‘boyish’ play.”
I’m relieved that he doesn’t just answer automatically. I want to know that he’s really considering his needs, too.
After a comfortable stretch of silence, Ted finally says, “You know what? I can. Ultimately, for me, being a Daddy…or,” he seems to correct himself, “in this case, beingyourDaddy is about the same thing, regardless of the scenes themselves.” He shuffles our position so I lean more to the side and he can look me in the eye. “I want to look after you, Zephyr. I want to play with you, take care of the things that cause you stress, make sure you’re eating well. I want to be your safe space and your rock: there for anything you need when you need me. Whether you’re playing with teacups or cars makes no difference. I just want to spend time with you.”
“Um, wow.” I was not expecting that barrage of heartfelt information, but it gives me all the warm fuzzy feelings.
In hindsight, I can’t say I’m all that surprised. Ted’s a lawyer. It makes sense that he’s a bit wordy. Especially when he specializes in contract law. Gotta cross all the ‘t’s and dot all the ‘i’s or whatever.
I nuzzle my face into his shoulder and respond the only way I can. “I want to spend time with you, too.”
Chapter Seven – Ted
Zephyr’s reply to my overthought ramblings is a relief.
I can’t help the silly smile that stretches my face. “You do?”
“Uh huh.” He beams back. Then his expression turns exaggeratedly coquettish and he’s looking up at me from beneath his long, dark eyelashes in a way that has my cock taking interest immediately. “So…” he draws the word out, sounding far too sultry for me to miss his intention, “maybe we should do something you like now, huh?”
Still, I play dumb, wanting to see where he’s going with this. “Oh? What do you suggest?”
“Well, youdidsay you like to take baths, didn’t you?”
Oh, God yes.
With the way we’re snuggled together in a position meant to be completely innocent when I suggested that we cuddle and chat, there’s no way he doesn’t feel me react to the images he’s just put in my head. Especially not when he moves to get more comfortable again, moving his head back to my shoulder with the length of his body practically plastered against me again. My voice is low and husky when I admit, “I did.”
His perfect, plump lips draw into a self-satisfied smirk. “Do you want to share a bath in that ridiculously oversized tub of yours, Ted?”
There’s no sign of his little side now, even if he is still dressed in his little princess gown. Beneath the cute veneer is a siren who knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s insanely sexy, all youthful, lithe and confident, and it’s beginning to dawn on me that our dynamic is going to be more complex than I’d first assumed, but in all the best ways.
My previous relationships have always followed a more predictable Daddy/little pattern where I’m the dominant partner and primary caretaker. But there’s nothing predictable about Zephyr. Right now, I’m getting the distinct impression that I might be Daddy, but he’s going to rule the roost. Or he’s going to try to.
“I would love that,” I answer him, and he brings his hand behind his hip, cupping myveryinterested erection, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.
His answering chuckle is wicked. “Uh huh,” he acknowledges, “so I see. Well, feel.”
“Zephyr…” I lower my voice in warning and he laughs with delight.
“Oh, your Daddy voice isperfect.” He wiggles his ass, teasing me further. “More of that, please.”
Is this a punishable offense? ‘Funishable’, really. It’s too damn good to actually want him to stop. My brain is slowly turning to mush as he continues to grind back on my cock.
