26. Chapter 26

My feet pound the pavement, the same few certainties circling inside my head over and over again like the thwap, thwap, thwap of my shoes.

One. Teddy is sexy as fuck when he dances. Especially when said dancing is salsa. Holy hotness, did he have me feeling things. In my cock. In my head. In my heart.

Two. Antoni is a bug I want to squash under my heel. The man tried to hurt Teddy, which is inconceivable to me in the first place and unforgivable in the second. Thinking about it makes me want to rage, which is why I'm out here running at five in the morning before the sun has even come up.

Three. And maybe most importantly. I don't want to divorce my husband.

It's the thing I keep coming back to. I'm not done with Teddy. At some point, us staying married would be plain weird, and frankly, we may have already passed that point. But how the heck do I suggest holding off on the divorce I promised him so that we could, what—see where things go with each other? We did everything backwards, and now it's a mess I'm not sure how to unravel.

I think Teddy likes me, too. Really likes me. But what if that's only part of his whole Daddy vibe? The man is obviously an angel.

What if I'm just the mortal blinded by his beauty who doesn't stand a chance?

Christ, maybe I need some help.

Slowing, I pace beside a closed hardware store while I catch my breath. Before I can second-guess myself, I tug my phone out of the pocket of my compression shorts and fire off a group text.

Me: What would be the best way to tell someone you maybe, probably, definitely could see yourself waking up beside them every morning for the foreseeable future until death do you part?

I'm not expecting a quick answer this early, but much to my surprise, one comes through immediately, followed by another.

Cassandra: A simple, romantic date. Like dinner at a classy restaurant. Not fast food.

Elina: And dancing afterwards if you want extra points. Super romantic.

I frown. Teddy and I just did all that, minus the whole date part, of course. My phone pings again.

Nik: Called it.

I roll my eyes.

Me: What are you all doing up this early?

Cassandra: Calliope woke me.

Elina: Haven't gone to sleep yet.

Nik: BJs.

Christ.

Cassandra: Ew.

Elina: EW!

Me: Yeah, ew, Nik. Gross.

Niko sends a middle finger response, and I snort.

Elina: I'm scarred for life. Ack.

Cassandra: You can do this, Kipp. Just be honest with him.

Fuck. Why does that sound so scary?

My phone pings again, another text from Niko coming through. This time, it's in our private chat.

Nik: You okay?

Me: Not sure. I really like him.

Nik: Just tell him. What do you have to lose?

Uh…

Me: A husband. A home. My dignity.

The list could go on.

Nik: I think you two are where you are for a reason. He likes you, too, bro-friend.

I grasp my chest.

Me: You bro-friended me. BUDDY.

Nik: Yeah, yeah. I maybe kind of like you, too. I've gotta go, though. Dixon is grumping at me and about to take matters into his own hands.

It takes me a second to figure out what he means.

Me: You were MID blowjob, and you paused to text me? Dude. That's true friendship.

Niko sends me an eggplant emoji, and I crack up, tucking my phone back in my pocket.

Teddy is still sleeping when I get home, so I slip inside the en suite to shower, leaving the door cracked. When a wash of cold air rushes over my skin, I snap my eyes open to find Teddy in front of the sink, his form blurred through the foggy glass.

I shut off the water and open the shower door.

"Morning," Teddy says around his toothbrush, meeting my gaze in the mirror. His eyes sweep over my naked body, lingering on my crotch. He spits out his toothpaste and turns when I don't answer. "Everything all right?"

Heart racing, I drop slowly to my knees. Teddy inhales a sharp breath, and, emboldened, I slide my palms up his thighs and over the briefs covering his cock. The material dampens under my hands as water drips from me to the floor.

I meet Teddy's gaze. "Please?"

His nostrils flare, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. "Fuck, sweetheart."

"My mouth, preferably, yes."

He huffs a laugh, expression going soft as his hand slips into my hair. My eyes close for a moment as I lean into the touch. But then I open them and ask again.

"Please, Teddy. I want to make you feel good, too."

After only a beat, he lets go of my hair to tug down his briefs. They fall at his feet, his erect cock bobbing in front of my face as Teddy steps out of the material. Standing naked over me, he slides his fingers back into my hair and grabs his cock.

"Open up, doll."

Fuck. Yes.

I open my mouth, tongue flat and waiting as Teddy strokes himself a few times, his hand in my hair keeping me in place. It feels like the easiest thing, kneeling before him. Placing myself at his feetand in his hands. Teddy will show me exactly what he wants, and all I have to do is give it to him. It's a relief.

And it makes me feel powerful. Because what Teddy wants…is me.

Anticipation thrums heavily through my veins as the heat of Teddy's thighs warms my palms. My own cock is hard and heavy, and at the first touch of Teddy's dick against my tongue, I groan.

"I missed you this morning," he says softly, rubbing himself on my tongue but not sinking deeper.

I hum, moving forward, but Teddy gives my hair a little tug, pulling my head back.

"Nuh-uh, doll. I want you just like this. A wet mouth for me to use how I please. At the pace I please."

My cock throbs, everything in my gut tightening in the best sort of way. God, yes, that.

"You were up early," he says, tilting my head back enough that I have to sink my ass to my heels to keep in line with his dick, the move elongating my neck. "Which means I have plenty of time to enjoy myself." He hums, as if in thought. "I think, for now, I'll have you keep me warm… Just. Like. This."

He punctuates his point by slipping the end of his dick into my mouth. My lips wrap around him in an instant, and he holds there, his fingers sliding from my hair to my face. Much to my surprise, he angles his cock to the side, pressing it against the inside of my cheek. When he rubs my cheek—rubbing the tip of his cock in the process, like he wants to feel himself embedded in my body—I damn near combust.

His response is a purr. "Good doll."

My cock throbs, mouth pooling with saliva as Teddy circles his thumb. His grin turns downright lethal.

"So fucking gorgeous," he says in a low growl, tapping my cheek. Tapping his dick. "My babydoll. Don't you dare come before me."

The words have barely sunk in before Teddy straightens out, his hands cradling my head as his cock sinks deep inside my mouth. He stops once he hits the back of my throat.

"Fuck, that's perfect," he croons, and holy fucking fuck. He's not even thrusting. He's just waiting, like he really does want me warming his dick. Like he wants to stay inside of me for as long as he possibly can.

My moan is muted around Teddy's dick as the man starts to retreat. I don't even have time to bemoan the loss before he fucks my face again. And again. And again, each glide painstakingly slow, each one ending with my mouth and tongue cradling his cock for good, long seconds. When I manage to relax my throat enough for him to keep going, he slips fully to the root and stalls. Wild approval flashes in his eyes as I hold his entire cock in my mouth and throat. Through blurry vision, I could almost swear his expression morphs to one of tenderness, but then the tears spill out of the corners of my eyes, and Teddy pulls back, gifting me with breath.

My lungs heave, my cock so hard it hurts. Could I come like this? It damn sure feels like it.

Teddy traces my lips with his thumb as the end of his dick rests in my mouth. "Beautiful, doll. I didn't know you could do that."

I doubt Teddy wants to hear about the countless hours of diligent practice it took to obliterate my gag reflex and learn how to deep throat like a pro, so I don't say anything at all. I hum around him, asking for more.

Please, give me more.

He does, slipping into my throat again, his hand raking through my hair as the seconds tick by. "Is this better? Are you satisfied now that my cock is buried in your throat?"

Yes. God, yes.

"Would you be more satisfied with my cum on your tongue?"

Fuck.

"Don't you dare touch yourself," he says when I move to do that very thing. "Your orgasm is mine."

I squeeze my eyes shut, my cock jerking, my balls tight. Teddy retreats, and I suck air in through my nose, saliva dripping down my chin as he pets my hair, his fingers raking through the strands again and again.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart."

I do, and his approval shines loud and clear.

"Suck, babydoll."

I've never sucked a dick faster. I work his cockhead with my tongue, cheeks hollowed as I suck him in heavy drags like the most perfect lollipop. Precum hits my tongue, and I groan, working him over harder, desperate to get him off. To be what he wants. What he needs.

"Fuck, yes, doll," he praises, lighting me up inside. "You're perfect. Fucking perfect. Look how gorgeous you are with my cock in your mouth."

Yes. I'm yours. Please. Yours.

Teddy's grip tightens in my hair, and he holds me in place as his hand returns to his dick. He strokes the base of it as his cockhead sits nestled in my mouth. "Suck me while I come, babydoll," he all but growls. "I want my taste on your tongue. I want you to remember it all day today and tomorrow and the next. I want you to remember exactly what you do to me. I want you to remember that you're mine."

My eyes nearly roll up as Teddy starts to swell, unloading down the back of my throat. I can taste him, and I try to keep him there in my mouth, but swallowing becomes a necessity. He groans through his release, his hand stroking his cock until he's good and finished. He doesn't move from my mouth, even then, and I tongue his slit, my pulse hammering wildly as the taste and feel and smell of him surrounds me.

When Teddy finally pulls from my mouth, he lowers to the floor in front of me. Hand on my cheek, eyes pinned on mine, he takes my cock in hand.

"You're gorgeous, babydoll. Perfect. Come for me now."

It's over embarrassingly fast. Two strokes and I'm coming across Teddy's bare chest and stomach, my hand on his shoulder for support. He grips my chin, tugging my face up and kissing me soundly as he works every last drop from my cock. I feel like I've been hit with a live wire, like electricity is still snapping and crackling through my veins. Teddy's tongue soothes me, soft and minty sweet, as my body jerks with aftershocks.

I've never been so utterly wrecked from giving a blowjob before, but everything with Teddy is more. The way he takes control… It doesn't feel like Teddy's only goal is bossing me around. He does that, sure, and I'm fairly certain that's part of the enjoyment for any Dom. For me, too. But more than that, it feels like every single thing he does is to make me feel good. And he's said as much to me before, but I'm not sure I truly understood it until right this instant.

He gets off on making me feel good. He really, truly does. And that control he wields would mean nothing if I didn't get pleasure from handing it over.

I get it now, why he said the submissive partner isn't powerless. Because I hold a lot of power in our relationship, don't I?

It's a startling realization.

Teddy's thumb strokes my cheek as he gentles our kiss. I lay my forehead on his shoulder, breathing, my thoughts tumbling around.

"Okay, sweetheart?" he asks gently.

I nod against him, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He hugs me back, and for a moment, we stay that way, embracing on the bathroom floor.

When I finally feel like I can move again, Teddy helps me up and back into the shower. We wash off quickly, and I'm quiet as we move around one another, Teddy getting ready for his workout, me getting dressed for my day. I catch him eyeing me more than once, but I give him reassuring smiles that he returns.

I don't have time for a big breakfast, but I grab a piece of toast and drink some juice. Teddy is just sitting down at the weight bench when I head his way. He pauses as I straddle his thighs and settle in his lap, a curious smile quirking his lips.

"Thank you, Daddy," I say quietly.

Teddy's eyes flare wide, the smirk falling off his face as he watches me closely. There was no tease in my voice, not this time, and he could hear that. He knows I wasn't joking.

He swallows, hands bracketing my neck, thumbs coming to rest on either side of my jaw.

"Yeah, doll," he replies, voice hoarse.

Maybe it wasn't a confession of my feelings perse. Maybe I'm still working on that. Working through the conviction that I'm not too much for this man. That, unlike the others, I fit with Teddy in a way that feels lasting and right. And he fits with me.

But that word means something to Teddy. And I can see it in his eyes; he knows it means something to me, too.

I can't say for sure what was missing in my past relationships. If there was one thing I was searching for. A single key. But fuck, Teddy sure unlocked something in me all the same.

I kiss my husband chastely, just a press of lips, and then I lift off his lap. When I leave for work, the memory of his taste stays with me.

Just like he wanted.