21. Chapter 21

When I wake before my alarm, it's to a horny Kipp attached to my side. I'm not even sure whether or not he's awake until he looks up at my face, eyes open and hazy.

My smile is immediate, chest warm as I run a hand through his bedhead. "The two orgasms last night didn't wear you out, sweetheart?"

I spent the better part of the evening after we got back from the studio edging Kipp until he was a mumbling, pliant mess on my sheets. I couldn't blame him for being so excited. So was I. Having him at the studio was a rush I didn't anticipate would hit so hard. It was thrilling, knowing he was watching me in that tiny leather thong of his. Knowing he was hard for me and waiting.

Undressing him was satisfying, like unwrapping a gift. So was making him come. The first time was from my hand after a slow, slow jerk off that had him spurting as high as his chin. The second round included my tongue up his ass and him spread out, dazed and gorgeous. My beautiful doll.

I came across his ass cheeks right after.

"Teddy, I can't help it," Kipp groans, seeking friction against my hip. "You're fucking hot, okay? Watching you was hot. Sleeping next to you makes me hot. What am I supposed to do?"

I hum, sliding my hand down to Kipp's ass.

He wiggles against me. "Fuck. Yes. Please."

"I have a better idea," I say, rubbing over his hole before I lift my hand away.

"Noo," he whines. "Better ideas don't involve your fingers leaving my ass, Teddy."

"You'll like this, doll. Trust me."

He lets out a slow breath, body relaxing. All it takes now is that single word—doll—and it's like a switch flips. Kipp calms, trusting me to take care of him.

It's a heady fucking thing.

"Roll onto your stomach," I tell him.

He does, easing off of me and lying face-down. He watches me as I reach into the nightstand, producing lube and the same plug I used on him before. His mouth pops open a little as I turn back his way.

"Remember what I wanted to do with this plug, babydoll?"

He nods against his arm, eyes tracking me until I'm too far behind him to see. I hoist up his hips, forcing Kipp to his knees. He moans, staying exactly where I put him.

"I'm going to stretch you," I say, palm caressing his ass cheek, "and play with you just a little. And then I'm going to plug you. And all day, you can think about what I'm going to do to you when you get home."

"And what's that?" he asks, voice hoarse.

I kiss one ass cheek and then the other. "You still want my cock?"

His breath leaves him in a rush. "Please."

"Then if you're good," I say, bringing lubed fingers to his ass, "you can have it tonight."

Kipp curses, dropping his forehead against the mattress. He stays perfectly still as I work my finger into his ass, rubbing my other hand over his thigh and the soft hairs there.

"Fucking gorgeous," I murmur, teasing his prostate while I reach beneath him to give his dick a slow stroke. He remains unmoving, even as he trembles. "So good for me, aren't you, doll?"

He groans, letting me work him open, letting me take my time. His legs start to shake in earnest when I fuck him with two of my fingers, my palm rolling over his leaking crown.

"Teddy," he breathes.

I slip my digits free, and he slumps, his breath ragged. "Perfect, babydoll."

The lubed plug slides in easily, settling into place.

"You can take it out if necessary," I tell him, "but it goes right back in."

He nods in understanding.

"And before you come home," I go on, "you're going to go into the bathroom and get yourself ready. But you don't come, got it? No matter how much it aches. When you walk through this door, I want that plug right where I put it, and I want you ready for my cock. Understood?"

He nods again, voice raspy when he says, "Yes."

"Good," I say, giving his ass a soft slap. "Time to get ready for work."

It takes Kipp a good long minute to get off the bed. First, he rolls to his back, chest rising and falling, his cock standing upright. After a while, he drops his feet to the ground. I watch as I get dressed and go through my morning routine, a smile on my face I can't quite temper. When Kipp finally pads toward the bathroom, he's still half-hard.

"All right?" I ask.

He disappears into the en suite. "Shut it, Teddy."

I chuckle. "I'll make you some breakfast."

When Kipp comes into the kitchen, he's wearing slacks and a button-down. He looks primped and proper, and it'd be impossible to know he's wearing a butt plug under his workplace attire. Unless, perhaps, he bent over right in front of someone and his slacks pulled tight. But I assume that won't be happening.

Kipp rounds the island gingerly, grabbing himself a glass of apple juice. I slide a plate with toast his way, unable to resist running my hand down his backside until I find the base of the plug. Kipp groans, dropping his head forward.

"You gotta stop, or I won't be able to leave," he says, not actually sounding all that put-out or making a single move to get away.

I rub over the plug lightly, and Kipp lets out a breath.

"I thought you're mine to play with," I say. "Am I wrong?"

He mutters a curse. "Only for…two more minutes. And then I have to go. Wait, no. Make that one minute. I need to eat that toast."

I hum, spinning him until his back is pressed up against the counter. "One minute then."

Kipp moans as my mouth meets his. He tastes sweet, like apples, and he's warm and firm yet yielding as I slot against him, our bodies joining like puzzle pieces. I don't think twice about kissing him. About what it means that I'm doing it when we're not having sex. I don't think about anything other than this man at my fingertips, who feels like all the things I've carefully avoided for so very long.

He feels like mine, and it takes every ounce of my willpower to pull back and remind myself that no—he's not mine. Not for real.

And I best remember that.

"I'm gonna… have a hard-on… all freaking day," Kipp huffs out, pressing his hand against my chest. I step back, and he turns toward his toast. "All day, Teddy. Do you realize I had to pick out my loosest pants to hide my perma-erection? Thought went into the decision. And here you are just poof. Decimating my brain cells. Like, who needs cognitive thought, right? I'll just let my little brain lead the show today. Not like I even have a choice in the matter."

Kipp bites into his toast, shaking his head as he chews.

"When I get home," he says, not even looking at me, "you better fuck me so damn good I pass out. I'm not even kidding. Don't get me wrong, this is hot as fuck. Like, I'm pretty sure it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to me, and I've done my fair share of hot shit. But you better make good on your promise, Teddy, and goddamn make me yours or… I don't know. I'll come up with some sort of threat that isn't humping your leg, and I'll threaten you with it."

My pulse thrums heavily as Kipp finishes his breakfast.

"Now I really have to go," he says, wiping the crumbs off his fingers. "And I'm not going to look at you or my erection will be back. So… See ya later."

Kipp is nearly to the door when I notice his keys sitting on the counter. "Kipp?"

He stops, and I pick up the keys, jangling them. Hand over his eyes, he walks back my way, snagging them without meeting my gaze.

"Have a good day, honey," I tease, my heart still pounding.

He groans, and then he's out the door. In some ten hours, he'll be walking right back through it.

His words cycle around my head like a hurricane.

"And goddamn make me yours."

At noon, I can't quite resist texting Kipp to see how he's doing. I sit at my weight bench, muscles burning pleasantly after my workout, and type out a message.

Me: How's it going?

Kipp's answer comes swiftly.

Babydoll: Today is hard. HARD, Teddy. Everything is hard.

I snort a laugh.

Me: Mhm.

Babydoll: Don't you mhm me. You're the reason I'm in this mess.

Me: Have you been thinking about my fingers inside of you like I asked you to?

Babydoll: Tedddddddy.

God, he's perfect.

Me: Have you thought about what else you'll feel inside of you once that plug is gone?

His call comes through, and I answer with a grin.

"Mean, mean man," is Kipp's greeting. "I'm supposed to be eating lunch right now. Not fighting a boner."

"I think you can multitask."

He sighs. "We're not going to be able to do this all the time, okay? I'm seriously having trouble concentrating today."

My chest rolls with heat at the assumption that we will have the opportunity to do this again at some point, followed by worry that maybe this is pushing him too far.

"Do you need to call it quits?" I ask seriously.

He scoffs. "No. Fuck, no. I'm not saying…the b word," he practically whispers. "You know which one I mean. This is not a plantain-adjacent situation."

I huff a laugh.

"I wanted this," he goes on. "And I'm managing. Sorta. But if I have some big meeting or an important deadline or something—"

"You say no, and it's a no," I remind him.

"Yeah," he answers. "I know. Now distract me while I eat. What are you doing?"

"Well, I just finished working out."

He groans. "Are you sweaty?"

"Little bit, yeah."

Kipp whimpers. "Fucking hell, Teddy. Are you wearing those loose shorts?"

"Mhm."

"God," he mutters. "And that tank top that shows off your nips? Actually, no. Don't answer that. This isn't helping one bit. Be disgusting. Say something horrible. Tell me you secretly hate puppies or children."

"Would you believe me if I did?"

"No," he says immediately. "Because you're perfect. You probably love puppies, and kids think you're the coolest because you're like a big teddy bear. They don't know how wicked you really are."

"And you?" I ask. "Do you like puppies?"

"Who the fuck doesn't like puppies?" he says. "I thought about getting one, but I'd feel kinda bad leaving it at home during the day. Besides, I should find my own place to live first."

I hum, not liking the idea of him in his own place. "And kids? Is that something you want?"

"Eh," he hedges. "Not for myself, I don't think? I like kids in a peripheral way. I wouldn't mind being the cool uncle or something, but being a dad? Dunno. I can barely take care of myself."

"You're more competent than you think, sweetheart."

He makes a sound, not really agreeing with me but maybe not disagreeing, either. "It's probably your thing, though, isn't it? Being a dad? You're good at that whole…caretaker thing."

I'm not sure how Kipp and I ended up on the topic of hypothetical children, but I answer honestly. "I never saw myself with kids. I like them, sure, but having my own was never a dream of mine."

"Oh. Well, okay," Kipp says. He chuckles a little. "Um, I should probably get back to work."

"Yeah. Of course. Do me a favor, sweetheart?"

"Okay?" he asks a little hesitantly.

I smile, even though he can't see it. "Next time you go to the bathroom, I want you to fuck yourself with that plug. Three times, in and out."

He curses.

"And text me when you're done," I add.

Kipp blows out a breath. "You're cruel, Teddy."

"You'll be thanking me later."

"No doubt. I'm going now. Bye, husband-mine."

I chuckle. "Bye, Kipp."

Fifteen minutes later, a text comes through.

Babydoll: Done. I hate you so much, you have no idea. You better make good on your promise later—so hard I pass out.

I smirk at my phone. Deal.