10. Chapter 10

We get Emil set up in his new apartment without issue. He thanks us profusely, buying pizza for the entire porn star fam, which I guess includes me now. I've officially become part of the HABs— husbands and boyfriends club—even if, technically, my whole marriage with Teddy is a sham. Doesn't matter. I've leveled up.

By the time Teddy and I get home, the sun has set, and I'm a strange combination of sore and horny. I know the bath thing was a joke—one I started—but damn does that sound good right about now. Although, anything with Teddy's hands and my body sounds pretty damn good, if I'm being honest. Watching the man haul furniture all day was a lesson in patience. And I've never been a patient guy.

I'm debating the merits of whining about my muscles just to see what would happen when Teddy tugs off his shirt. "Come on," he says, heading toward the en suite. "Hop in the shower."

"Seriously?" I ask, gaping after him. He wants to shower together?

"If you want," he replies, his smirk telling me he knows exactly what I want. I don't think I've ever moved so fast.

Teddy chuckles as I race past him and tug off my clothes. He starts the shower, and I simply stare at him. His broad, furry chest. The ridiculously strong arms. His dark beard and holy shit, there go his pants. My eyes skim downwards, taking in the curve of his ass, his thick, hairy thighs, and his beautiful, fat cock. Fuuuck.

"Have I told you how hot you are?" I ask. "It's unfair, really."

Teddy's lips twitch as he checks the shower temp. "Get in."

"I mean," I go on, stepping inside the stall, "you look like that, but you're also a nice person. Like, genuinely kind. Do you know how rare that is?"

Teddy backs me into the wall, and my breath leaves me on a gasp. His thigh slides between my legs, forcing me to widen my stance, and his hand trails up my chest until he's gripping the side of my neck, his thumb beneath my chin. I swallow against the digit.

"I don't always play nice," he says, his voice deceptively soft. "Can I touch you?"

I refrain from blurting you already are. Instead, I nod vigorously. "Yes. Anytime. Blanket permission."

He smiles, his hand circling my erection. My eyes roll up as the back of my head hits the tile.

"I want to be clear about something," he says, stroking me slowly. "A couple somethings, actually. First, when we're like this, I'm in charge."

I nod again. Yes. Yep. Got that message loud and clear.

"Good," he says, thumb rolling over my slit. I buck into his hand, unable not to. Unlike last time, he doesn't tell me to keep still. He rolls his thumb over my crown again and again until I'm moaning, writhing, and then he stops.

I pant a breath as his hand squeezes my neck gently.

"But outside of sex," he goes on, waiting until I meet his eye, "you're not under my control. I'm not going to tell you how to act or give you rules to follow. I'm not going to dictate your life, and I don't think you want me to."

I shake my head. No, I don't. I can see why the concept would appeal to some—the loss of choice, the enforcement of routine. But I've been treated like a wayward child by my family all my life, and I don't want the same treatment from my partner.

Teddy starts stroking me again, the shower forgotten. "That brings me to number two," he says, thumb skimming the front of my throat as his other hand works my cock so slowly I feel like I might combust. "I'm not your guardian, but that doesn't mean I don't want to take care of you."

My breath catches.

"So if you want a bath," Teddy says softly, "I will run you one. I will cook for you sometimes, as I suspect you might for me. If you're cold, I will get you a blanket. It has nothing to do with control. It's about looking after what's mine. Got it?"

I nod, even as my heart pounds. It sounds a hell of a lot like Teddy is talking about what people do in a real relationship, but we don't have that, do we? We're just two husbands having sex, which, fuck… That doesn't sound better.

"Good," Teddy says again, letting my neck go. "Now that that's settled, we can have some fun."

I don't have time to ponder those words before Teddy is removing his thigh from between my legs and spinning me toward the wall. I catch myself, palms flat on the tile, as Teddy grabs my leg, hoisting it up until my foot is on the ledge at the side of the shower stall.

"Jesus," I breathe out, pulse racing at the quick and easy manhandling. "You make me feel like a damn ragdoll, Teddy."

He steps in close, the heat of him at my back. His fingers trail over my ass, between my cheeks, down to my balls.

"Would you like that?" he says in that calm, low tone. He toys with my sac, his other hand landing flat beside mine on the wall. "Do you want to be my doll, Kipp?"

My breath leaves me in a rush.

"Mine to toss around and care for," he says, lips near my ear. His hand journeys along my perineum before he taps my bent leg. "Mine to maneuver however I want, fuck however I want."

Holy shit. Yeah, yes, please.

Teddy's hand returns to my ass, fingers pressing against my hole. "Mine to use and cherish and play with. Is that what you want, Kipp? To be treated like the precious babydoll you are?"

Fucking hell. I drop my head to the wall, panting into the steamy air.

"Words, sweetheart."

"Yes," I whisper, licking my lips. "Yes. Please."

He rumbles, his touch leaving me. I nearly whimper, but then I hear the click of a bottle. I try to turn my head, but Teddy grabs my neck, stilling me.

"Don't fucking move, babydoll. Stay where I put you."

Fu-u-uck.

My cock throbs, dribbling precum. Teddy doesn't remove his hand until I plant my forehead against the tile. His fingers sink into my hair.

"Good doll."

My knee gives out, but Teddy is quick to grab me, his arm around my waist.

"So fucking pretty," he says, his hand sinking between my ass cheeks again. He rubs over my hole, his fingers wet. "Just look at you. Ready and willing for me."

So goddamn willing.

He sinks a finger inside my ass, and it takes everything in me to stay upright, even with Teddy's firm hold around my middle. I groan into the tiles, every nerve ending in my body sensitized as if Teddy has been working me over for hours, not mere seconds. His finger strokes in and out before he presses in with two, the stretch burning in the best way. The ache boils over into pleasure as Teddy rubs my prostate.

"You should see yourself," he says, fucking me with his fingers, the angle intent on driving me mindless. "You should see the way you look, cheeks flushed and body opened up for me. My perfect porcelain doll."

I let out an unintelligible response, my legs shaking, my arms feeling like jelly.

Teddy tightens his hold. "Easy. I've got you, babydoll."

And fuck, I believe him. I do.

I rest my cheek on the tile, giving myself over, letting Teddy do with me as he pleases. He hums, an immensely satisfied sound, as he rubs and rubs and rubs right where I need him.

"That's right," he all but coos, his lips brushing my cheek. "Beautiful. Pliant. Mine."

My orgasm hits me before I even register I'm about to come. One second, there's Teddy's fingers in my ass, his arm around my waist, and the feel of his beard bristling my jaw as he says that word—mine. And then I'm shooting, my cock bucking against air, my cum hitting the shower wall as everything around me blanks. I'm so boneless I barely register the loss of Teddy's fingers. But then I'm being spun back around, and strong arms are supporting me, one of Teddy's hands behind my head, cushioning me from the wall. He stares at me for the longest singular second of my life, and then he kisses me.

I swear I come again, just a little. It's like an electric spark, a jolt through my system. And then…bliss. His lips are soft yet incessant. Warm. They're the promise of something too wonderfully scary to name. He kisses me like he wants to, not because I asked him to. He kisses like sweet summer rain.

When he hikes my leg up over his hip, I don't think; I just hold it there.

"Gorgeous," he says, lips meeting mine again as he strokes himself.

Yes, yes. Fuck. Come on me.

I can't get my mouth to work, but Teddy seems to have the same idea. The sound of his fist working his cock rises above that of the shower, the slick, slick of it making me groan. Teddy draws back, dark eyes meeting mine. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he rasps.

I don't answer. Can't.

The hand behind my head tightens in my hair, lifting my chin. My eyes slip shut, and Teddy growls, his nose against my exposed neck before his teeth fit to my skin. The sensation is brutal, perfect, as he blooms a bruise to the surface of my neck. I don't move a muscle, letting him mark me and loving every second of it. His mouth is back on mine the next instant, just as hard, just as demanding.

"No one touches you but me," he says, the words not the threat they should be. "Say it, doll."

"No one," I whisper.

His seed hits my stomach and hip as he starts to come. It's hot, same as the reminder of his lips on my neck, and I can't do a thing other than smile. His deep groan fills my ears, and I do feel gorgeous, like he said. I feel wanted. I feel good.

Teddy's hand leaves the back of my head, his fingers on my chin. "Look at me, sweetheart."

Fuck, were my eyes closed?

He smiles when I meet his gaze, something so very warm lingering in the depths of his eyes. "There you are," he says gently. "You were perfect. Stunning. Let's get cleaned up now, okay?"

I think I nod.

Teddy helps maneuver me under the shower spray, his arm staying around me. The water is still hot, much to my surprise. He must pay a small fortune for utilities. I don't think much about the fact that Teddy is washing me. It feels nice, and he said he wanted to take care of me, right? Who am I to argue?

When we step out of the shower, Teddy wraps a towel around my waist. He grabs another, drying my hair. I think my eyes slip closed again.

His chuckle is warm in my ear. "Do you need me to carry you?"

"What?" I mutter.

He chuckles again, swooping me up over his shoulder like he did earlier. "Come on, doll. Let's get you to bed."

Mmm.

Teddy drops me onto a soft surface. A few seconds or years later, warm arms wrap around me from behind. With the last of my strength, I roll toward the source of that heat, burrowing against a firm yet comfortable pillow. No, not a pillow. A chest. Arms tighten around me.

The last thing I remember is fingers in my hair and the feeling of utter peace.

Consciousness is slow to come. Everything feels fluffy and white, like I'm floating amongst clouds. There's the nicest-smelling something beneath my face—vanilla and cloves, if I had to guess—and warmth is all around.

My eyes snap open when I remember last night. I glance upwards, finding Teddy still asleep on his pillow. My pulse settles almost instantly, but my cheeks heat when I remember Teddy's new nickname for me. Doll.

Fuck, why is that so hot? I shouldn't want to be compared to something pretty and delicate and oftentimes feminine, should I?

Then why did you like it so much?

Fuck if I know. Nor do I know why it was so much easier this time to let Teddy have his way with me. There was barely a fight inside my mind. I wanted him to take over, to show me what he claimed I'd enjoy. And damn if I didn't enjoy the ever-loving heck out of it.

I've never dabbled in BDSM. Don't know much about it apart from what I've recently learned via Google and Teddy himself. But I always thought it sounded mean. That it was about pain and tying people up and flogging them into submission. Obviously, my preconceived notions weren't entirely correct. Not to say some people don't enjoy those things, but the way Teddy treats me is nothing like that. He's soft and sweet, and only the right amount of hard. If that's what I have to look forward to with him as my…Dom, sign me the fuck up. It felt natural. Intimate, even.

And holy smokes, do I need to slow my roll. I shouldn't be thinking intimate and Teddy in the same breath. Because he told me—as soon as we're divorced, this is done. It's not long-term. It's just about getting off.

Right?

"Morning," Teddy says, startling me.

"Oh. Hey."

He rubs my arm, and I tilt my head back, meeting his eye. He taps the point between my brow. "Thinking hard?"

"Yeah," I mumble, chewing my words for only a second. "I think I might be submissive."

Teddy snorts, but it's a gentle sound. "Yeah, I think so, too."

"Well, I didn't know, mister, but just you wait," I say, stretching out my limbs. "Now that I do, I'm going to be the best goddamn sub you've ever had."

"That so?" Teddy asks, eyes crinkling with his smile.

"Uh-huh." I groan as my back pops. "I'm not a 90-percent-effort sort of guy, Teddy. If I'm doing something, I go all in."

"In that case," he says, hand trailing down my back and coming to a stop at the top of my ass. He holds there possessively. "If you still want me to go all in, I'll need your test results."

He taps between my cheeks for emphasis, as if his meaning wasn't abundantly clear.

"Yeah," I cough out, the idea of Teddy's cock in my ass making my dick perk. "I'll go to the clinic tomorrow."

Teddy leans down, smudging a kiss against my forehead. "It's not that I don't trust you, Kipp. I just need to be careful with my job. And, on that note, you need to decide how comfortable you are with the risks involved in partnering with a sex worker. We test frequently at the studio, but you and I can use condoms for oral if you want. I have no problem with that."

I take a second to truly consider it, knowing Teddy would want me to. "How long have you worked at Elite 8?"

He hums. "Five years."

"Have you ever contracted anything?"

"No," he admits.

"Then no condoms for oral," I answer. I'm tempted to tack on or anal, but Teddy didn't offer that as an option. Maybe he doesn't want to go there with me. After all, bareback screams commitment, and Teddy and I are… Well, not quite committed.

The ring on my finger flashes in the light, calling me a liar.

"So, anyways," I say, whipping out a smile. "You said something last night about cooking for me?"

Teddy's rumbling laugh has me grinning from ear to ear.