22. Chapter 22

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mutter, each step pure torture. Torture.

I've never been so horny in all my life. And that's saying something.

"If he doesn't pounce on me," I mutter to myself, "the moment I'm through the door, I'm going to die. And I don't think that's melodramatic. It's the truth."

I breathe a sigh of relief when I step out of the elevator and spot our door.

"So. Close."

I did everything Teddy asked me to today. I thought of him every time the plug shifted inside my ass. I remembered his fingers and the feel of his lips against my skin. I fucked myself three goddamn times with the thing after lunch, which was entirely too much and not enough at all. I imagined his cock finally, finally sinking inside of me. And, before I left, I cleaned up and relubed myself.

I'm ready. So goddamn ready I'm fairly certain I'm going to come the second he slams inside my body. And he better slam. You bet your ass there better be slamming involved. I have waited a long damn time for this. I've been good. I've been patient…somewhat.

I deserve to be railed like a freaking ragdoll, damn it!

My hand shakes as I slip the key into the lock. Every single minute shift of my body has the plug rubbing against me. I've oversensitized, my cock is hard, my nipples are hard, and all I want, when I walk through the door, is Teddy.

The door opens without a creak, and silence greets me. I step inside tentatively, my feet shuffling forward. He's not in the kitchen. Not working out. Not in the living room.

I close the door behind me. "Teddy?"

No answer.

I set down my things and toe off my shoes. I consider stripping out of my pants for efficiency's sake but decide against it. I'm Teddy's to undress.

The thought makes me shiver.

I get all the way to the entrance of the hall when Teddy appears, stepping out of the bedroom and into my line of vision. I stop in my tracks, the look in his eye freezing me where I stand.

"Doll," he says simply.

Oh fuck.

"Hi," I whisper.

Teddy takes one small step forward, and I retreat the same. Another step forward. Another step back. There's a smirk on his face as he stalks me backwards. I don't even know why I'm running. No, not running, not really. But I'm making him follow. My body feels charged, hair standing on end, every instinct in me telling me to flee. Because if I do, he'll chase.

And I want him to catch me. I want him to take me.

I keep backing up as Teddy walks forward, his steps calm and measured. I've never seen him look quite this intense. I don't think he's going to be gentle with me today.

I don't want him to be.

"How was your afternoon?" he asks from two feet away.

My back hits the island, a chair sliding a few inches out of the way. "Good."

He hums, a foot away now. My body is vibrating.

"Did you do what I asked?"

"Yes," I whisper, sucking in a breath when Teddy stops mere inches in front of me. He doesn't touch. Not yet. His gaze runs over me. My face. My neck, where I'm sure my pulse is hammering. My chest. Lower. When his eyes return to mine, his thumb brushes over my bottom lip ever so gently. A small kiss perhaps.

My breath puffs out, and Teddy spins me around.

I oomph, hands catching the countertop as he deftly unbuttons and unzips my slacks. He tugs them down, the fabric rubbing over my aching cock and making me hiss. The material falls to the floor, pooling around my feet, and Teddy cups my cock as his other hand slips under the band of my briefs.

I pull in a sharp breath, my heart pounding, anticipation firing like electricity in my veins.

The tips of Teddy's fingers roll over the plug, the tiny movement a spark. "You're not going to come unless I say so," he says, voice utterly calm.

"Um…"

"You won't," he assures me, despite that seeming impossible. He lets my cock go, hands tugging down my underwear. "Because if you're close, you're going to tell me."

Fuuuck.

"Got it?" he asks, letting my underwear join my pants around my feet.

I nod. "'Kay."

"Good doll."

In a quick move, Teddy grabs my hands, stretching my arms across the counter and slapping my palms down flat with a thwack. The position has me bent over the surface and entirely at his mercy. There's the brush of his fingertips at my ass again and then the pressure of the plug. My heart hammers as Teddy pulls it out slowly, stopping with the widest portion at my rim.

"Do you know how hard it was thinking of you at work all day wearing this plug?" he asks. "Thinking of you waiting for me to fill you?"

I don't answer. I don't think I can.

He lets the plug go, and I gasp as it settles back inside my body. There's some shuffling behind me, the sound of a zipper, and then his hands are back, one on the base of the plug, the other on my hip.

"Do you know how many times I imagined sinking inside this ass?" He tugs on the plug again. This time, he keeps going, and I breathe a sigh of relief as it slips free. "Are you going to keep my cock nice and warm, doll?"

Fuck. "Yes."

"That's right," he says in that low, even voice. "And why's that?"

"Because…" I swallow, resisting the urge to press back and feel him. "Because I'm yours."

"You. Are. Mine," he says, lifting my leg until my foot rests on the rung of the chair beside me. My breath comes short, fingers curling against the countertop as I feel the head of his cock press against me. I'm entirely exposed, utterly his.

I've never felt anything better.

"My. Babydoll," he says fiercely.

And then he slams into me.

Air whooshes from my lungs, my body lurching forward from the impact. My cock throbs, but Teddy stills, his hips at my ass, his dick filling me fully and stretching me so perfectly wide I nearly swoon. He doesn't retreat and snap forward again. He only rolls his hips, the gentlest of movements that reminds me exactly of how the plug teased me all day long. I understand why he's doing it. Why he's giving me time to adjust. But fuck. I don't want time. Every shift of his cock inside my body only makes me long to feel the full length of him taking me again and again. I want him to obliterate me. I want to be owned.

"Teddy," I groan. "Please."

The sharp slap to my ass has me going up on my tiptoes. "Who do you belong to, doll?"

"Fuck. You."

"Who takes care of you?"

I groan as he circles my cock, jerking me once. "You," I answer.

"That's right. So be good and take what I give you."

I cry out as Teddy slaps the side of my ass again, the burn of it spreading, my entire body tingling, skin tight. He grinds against me, so damn deep inside my body I hiccup a breath. I try to push back on him, try to gain some leverage, but Teddy's hands cover my own, his lips finding my neck as his body drapes over mine, forcing my chest flat against the countertop.

"I will fuck you so damn hard you feel it for days," he promises, still grinding slowly. "I will take you apart and put you back together again. But first, I'm going to feel you. Because that is my right. And I've waited a long damn time for it."

My breath punches out of me, and I nod. I nod and nod and nod, and Teddy kisses my neck, a slow press of his mouth, a swipe of tongue, the heat of him at my back, the weight of him holding me down. It's utter perfection, all of it. His fingers interlock with my own, and I'm drowning in him, every sensation on overload. The small flex of his cock in my ass. The brush of his skin on mine. The low grunts coming from his throat and the whisper of his breath.

I feel it all, a hyperawareness, and I sink into it. I sink into the warmth Teddy is promising. Into the spicy vanilla scent surrounding me. Into the slow pace he's fucking me with, knowing, when he's good and goddamn ready, he'll give me everything he knows I need.

I let him have me. All of me.

I surrender.

"Gorgeous, doll," Teddy murmurs, his words spoken like praise.

I feel it; I do. He makes me feel so fucking good and gorgeous.

Teddy's teeth skim down to my shoulder, his hips moving a little faster now, the gentle slap against my ass a hint of what's to come. "I could stay like this all day," he says, his hand trailing down to my cock. His fingers roll over my leaking tip, the sensation excruciatingly exquisite. "I'd stay right here with my cock buried in your body. My perfect doll. I'd fuck you for hours just to feel you hug me tight. So goddamn sweet. So eager for it."

I moan my assent, not having the brainpower to produce words.

"And if I needed a break, I'd leave you right here waiting for me, my plug in your ass until I was ready to come back and fill you up again."

Oh God.Why is that so hot?

"You'd be good for me," he all but purrs, picking up his pace a little, his cock retreating a few inches only to slam back in. "Isn't that right, babydoll? Because you're mine. And my doll is always good."

I roll my head against the counter. Yes, yes, anything.

"That's right, sweetheart. Tell me if you're about to come."

I don't have time to mourn the loss of Teddy's warmth at my back because the moment he's upright, he grabs my hips, slips nearly all the way out of my body, and rams back in again. I suck in a breath, everything in me coiling tight like a spring ready to unload, the anticipation and need and simmering heat that's been eating away at me all day snapping into sharp focus. It's like a wrecking ball, barreling at me with a speed so fast it leaves me dizzy.

"Teddy," I gasp.

He wraps a hand around the base of my cock, squeezing tight as he stills completely. He stays like that for a good thirty seconds before slowly releasing my cock. And then he starts fucking me again.

"Oh God," I breathe, barely having come down at all.

He doesn't slow. He fucks me hard, his hips slapping my ass, his cock ramming home again and again. I know he's not aiming for my prostate because the man knows where it is. He's going to make this last, and I can't decide if that sounds like the absolute best thing or the worst.

"Teddy," I groan.

That hand wraps back around my cock. "Good doll," he praises, fucking me in long, languid strokes. His other hand leaves my hip and sifts up into my hair, the touch grounding and familiar, thrilling and comforting all at once. "Beautiful. You take me so well."

I moan. At his words. At his touch. At the way he's denying my orgasm even as he drives into my body. Fuck. He's everywhere.

He slows again, grinding shallowly and letting me come down. A good couple minutes pass, and when my breathing has evened out and I don't feel like I'm about to fall over the edge, he lets go of my cock.

"Do you know the first thing I thought when I saw you?" Teddy asks.

I try to shake my head, but everything is weighted. My body, my limbs. Suddenly, I'm grateful for the counter under my chest.

Teddy's fingers comb through my hair, his other hand grabbing a hold of my hip. He thrusts into me hard, nailing my prostate, and I call out, pulling back my orgasm by sheer will alone. He stills again, rocking into me gently.

"I thought, ‘That man has the power to bring me to my knees. He's gorgeous, and he wants, and I would do anything to keep him. To make him mine.'"

I shake my head. I don't… That doesn't make sense. He didn't want to keep me. He didn't want me at all.

Teddy's fingers tighten in my hair, tugging gently. "Do you understand the power you have over me, chéri?"

I…

Teddy slams into me again, scattering my thoughts. My foot slips off the chair, and he wraps an arm around my waist, supporting my weight and hiking my leg back into place.

"Stay where I put you, doll."

I moan, lying lax against the countertop, trying to keep myself in place as Teddy fucks me with precision strokes. My limbs feel like noodles, and fuck, I'm about to come.

"Teddy," I croak out.

He slips entirely from my body, and I nearly fall on my ass.

"Shh," he says, sweeping me up into his arms. My briefs dangle from my foot for a moment before falling to the floor, and Teddy carries me down the hall as I blink my eyes, trying to keep track of where we're going and why even the air on my skin has me ready to blow. I think I say Teddy's name again. He just kisses my forehead before laying me out on the bed.

I watch, the world a little hazy around the edges, as Teddy strips off his jeans. He was fucking me in his jeans? And his shirt? Holy hell. He saunters back to the bed, his cock bobbing between his legs with a swagger of its own. He's wearing a condom, and he climbs back over my body, warming me at once. Hands are in my hair. Lips press lightly to my own.

"I'm yours, too," he says, the words barely computing.

"Are you?" I slur.

He nods, his nose brushing mine. He presses back into my body, and I groan, back bowing. Teddy's hips meet my ass, my knees bent up on either side of him. He holds my head in place, his mouth meeting mine, his tender kiss at odds with the way he starts rutting into me.

Oh God. Is there a point past coming? Because I feel like I'm there. Like I've floated away from this plane, and somewhere back on Earth, Kipp is coming his brains out, but here, in this place, I'm climbing and climbing and climbing, and the mountain never ends.

Teddy's lips brush over my cheek, my forehead. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Every part of you. It hurts. Do you get that? It hurts how much I want you."

God. Does he mean it?

"Fuck," he mutters, leaning back. His hand wraps around my cock. "Come now, babydoll. You did so good."

With his permission, I splinter apart. And piece by piece, he gathers me back up, holding me safely in his arms.