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“Aren’t you getting ready?” You stepped out of the still-steaming shower expecting to see Ted fully dressed in his usual khakis and a nice button-down shirt and blazer, but instead, he was waiting for you at the foot of the bed in his undershirt and boxers. 

“I will be,” Ted smiled, “but I thought it might be nice if I helped you get ready first.” 

“Worried I’m going to take too long?” Ted chuckled and reached his hand out for you, tugging you to stand between his legs. 

“You can take as long as you need, sweetheart, because I know how much I’ll love the end result,” Ted spoke in a low, sexy tone as he tugged playfully at your towel. You smiled, leaning down to kiss him on the lips before moving out of his embrace and towards the closet. 

One of Keeley’s clients had invited her to the grand opening of their newest 5-star restaurant and she had invited you and Ted to double-date with her and Roy. You knew Ted had really been looking forward to it, and you weren’t surprised; he loved to look sharp and loved even more how vocal your appreciation was when he wore a suit. 

“I wish I had taken Keeley up on her offer to go shopping, it would have been nice to have something new,” you said flicking through your options as Ted followed behind you into the walk-in closet. 

Ted wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing down the back of your neck. “Well, baby, I hope you don’t mind but I had some free time over lunch…” Ted reached over your shoulder for a garment bag at the end of the rack that you hadn’t noticed. You gasped in surprise, “you didn’t have to do that!”

“You don’t even know if you like it yet! I won’t be offended if ya don’t, but I thought it could be nice. I may or may not have purchased a tie to match if this is what ya wanna wear. Go on, unzip it.” 

You trailed the zipper down the garment bag and revealed a silky, maroon dress with a slit up the thigh and delicate straps. It was gorgeous, but you were immediately unsure if you could pull it off. Ted felt you tense under him. 

“Like I said, it's okay if you don’t like it. I kinda went out on a limb…”

“It’s beautiful, I just hope it looks good on me.”

“It will look spectacular on you,” Ted smiled taking it from your hands and removing it from the garment bag before hanging it up on the closet door. He turned back to you and slipped a finger under the knot of your towel. “May I?”

You grinned and nodded as Ted pulled the towel off you and let it fall to the floor. He wasted no time in exploring your now exposed skin with his hands and lips. You knew you both needed to get ready or you’d be late, but you let yourself enjoy his touches just a while longer before you used your index finger to tilt his head back up to your face. “I thought you were supposed to be helping?”

Ted chuckled. “You sayin’ you don’t feel…helped?”

“I’m saying if you help me in that dress now you can help me out of it later,” you respond seductively, kissing the tip of his nose. 

“Well if you put it that way!” Ted comically lept into action and you giggled as he unzipped the back of the dress. You went back into the room and put your underwear on and when you turned back toward the closet, Ted was holding the dress out for you to step into. He pulled it up your body and stepped behind you to drag the zipper up, kissing up your exposed back as it disappeared. The dress fit like it had been made for you and when you caught yourself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door you blushed at seeing yourself look so good. Ted seemed to be having the same thought, his gaze was locked on yours in the mirror, and his eyes looked dark, lustful. 

“You are so beautiful.” 

“Only because you helped. This dress is amazing Ted.” 

“Glad you like it darlin’. Now to make myself worthy of standin’ next to ya,” Ted placed one last kiss on your shoulder before he went to get himself dressed. You put your makeup on at the vanity in the bedroom as he quickly shaved and dressed. By the time you were done, he was shrugging his blazer on and you were practically drooling. It seemed he had also gotten a new suit for himself while he was shopping for you; it was well-fitted, highlighting his broad shoulders and long legs with the rich navy blazer and pants, and he wore a tie in the exact shade of your dress.

You stood and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and he chuckled at your reversed positions. “Think Keeley will mind if we bail,” you said tugging mischievously at the bottom of his tie. You walked around to face him and smoothed the tie down over his chest, your hand stopping just above his belt. 

He pulled your knuckles up to his lips and placed a kiss there before he teased, “What was that you said about helping later?”

You groaned. “Fine, fine! We’ll go to the restaurant. But…” you took a step back and let your eyes roam over him and his suit, “we’ll be leaving early.” 

Ted smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

Dinner was wonderful, a little bougie but delicious, and the four of you passed your dishes around to each other, laughing and chatting. You had chosen to sit across from Ted, thinking you’d have a better chance of keeping your hands to yourself, but it only made it easier for the two of you to cut your eyes at each other. A smirk from you when Ted described his meal as “finger-lickin' good,” a raised eyebrow from him when Keeley asked if the two of you would be joining her and Roy for a nightcap at the bar next door and you told her that you and Ted had plans. 

As dinner came to a close, you brushed a kiss on Ted’s cheek as you rounded the table and told him you just needed to run to the bathroom before you left. Keeley joined you and touched up her lipstick while you were in the stall.

“I love your dress, where’d you get it, babe?” Keeley called from the sinks and you chuckled as you exited the stall and answered. 

“I don’t know actually, Ted bought it for me.” 

“Jesus, Ted knows how to dress a woman,” Keeley exclaimed. “I mean I love the gifts I get from Roy, but if I let him dress me I’d look funeral-ready. Like, for my own funeral. That dress is gorgeous. You’re not coming out with us because you’re going to shag him fucking silly aren’t you?” 

You blushed, but nodded confidently, sliding a hand down the silky material. “What better reward for a job well done?” 

“I’ve seen how he’s been looking at you tonight,” Keeley smirked as she held the door open for you. “Like you’re a rare steak and he’s a hungry lion. Which is saying something because he usually has such panda energy.” 

“Oh my Ted’s a teddy bear,” you joked to Keeley as the two of you approached your dates. You leaned into her ear to add quietly, “afterwards.” 

You couldn’t remember the ride home, considering you spent much of it with your eyes closed, your lips slotting against each other’s repeatedly. The two of you tried to keep things relatively appropriate, considering you were in the back of an Uber, but it was getting difficult to restrain what you’d been feeling since Ted had helped you slide into your dress. He pressed close to your back as you unlocked the door and you shuddered, couldn’t wait for him to slide it back off. 

The two of you hurried into the bedroom but then slowed, the anticipation thick in the air. You knew Ted could be a tease but you also knew he was as wound up as you were and you thought the two of you were on the same page about fast and hard. But instead, you removed your heels and watched with bated breath as Ted shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt to roll them up his forearm. Casually, as if the two of you were just about to cook dinner or play a game, something far from what you had in mind for the evening. He kept his face impassive and moved to loosening his tie, the two of you still standing a good distance apart. 

You smiled sweetly at him, he really did look so handsome, especially with his sleeves rolled up like that emphasizing the tone of his forearms and the deftness of his long fingers. You twisted your own arm behind you to pull down the zipper of your dress, but Ted crossed into your space in two large steps, pulling your hand away by the wrist and looking down at you. 

“Now, darlin’ I’m not in the habit of letting other people unwrap my gifts,” Ted spoke calmly and you let out an involuntary whimper. A possessive, demanding Ted was rare but not at all unwelcome. He released your hand to finish removing his tie, not unknotting it, just slipping it over his head and smoothing his collar back down before he took both of your hands and slipped them through the neck, pulling the maroon material taut and restraining you. You’d done this before, you both liked it and you were both very aware that you could easily pull yourself free if you wanted to but you had no plans to do so. Ted still caught your eye to check in and you nodded, so he placed both his hands on your hips and walked you back towards the bed, rucking your dress up before he helped you sit. 

You watched as his eyes trailed a path down your body before his hands followed it: one hand stroking down your shoulder as the other gripped lightly at the side of your neck, his thumb stroking along your jawline before it tugged your bottom lip from between your teeth. You licked at the pad of his thumb and he smirked as he slid it slowly between your lips and you sucked. 

“Good girl,” he said softly, meaningfully and you moaned. The hand not at your mouth traced along your collarbone and then down to your center, pressing lightly against the dampness of your underwear and you gasped. “You know, all I could think about at dinner was gettin’ you home and out of this lovely dress. But gosh, sweetheart you look so good I think it’s only right I make you come apart while you’re still in it.” As he spoke he shifted your underwear to the side and began gliding his middle finger against you, making slick, obscene noises. You released his thumb fully and threw your head back, relishing in the gentle touch but needing more. 

“Is that okay with you?” Ted asked, not stopping his motions and you nodded.

“Yes.” 

He quickly moved his hand to the back of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair and pulling your head back down to meet his gaze. Your eyes shot open at the slight show of force and you were met with his blown pupils, his hungry expression. 

“Yes sir,” he demanded. 

“Yes sir,” you repeated breathlessly and as soon as the words left your mouth he slid two fingers inside you, working you up embarrassingly fast. He was wasting no time bringing you to the edge and began using his thumb to circle your clit. Your hands still restrained in front of you and his hand still supporting your neck meant you were left to do nothing but moan and beg for him to make you cum. It was his words that did it, his body leaning in close so he could speak directly into your ear, “Be good and cum for me, darlin’.” 

“FUCK,” you called out, your eyes slamming shut as you came hard against Ted’s fingers. He kissed along your neck and jaw whispering praises against your skin as you came back down and you quickly tilted your head to capture his lips with yours as he took his fingers away. Normally when you and Ted were in this space, him taking on a more dominating role, you would ask permission first but you needed to express the love you felt for him and he could tell, meeting you eagerly. 

Ted leaned back, taking your face in his hands. “You’re so good for me. You okay? Color?” 

“I’m perfect, green,” you paused and looked up at him seriously. “Thank you, sir.” 

Ted groaned and kissed you again as he loosened the tie from your wrists before he pulled you to standing. He reached around and unzipped the dress finally, letting it fall to the floor. You gestured to Ted’s buttons, “Can I?”

Ted nodded, stood still, and let you unbutton his shirt and pull it from his pants. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and you fell to your knees to undo his pants. Ted watched for a moment, letting you pull his boxers down but stopping you from putting your mouth on him by lifting your chin up with his pointer finger. 

“As wonderful as that pretty little mouth of yours would be, I just can’t wait darlin’. Bed. Face down.” 

You were giddy as you scrambled to follow Ted’s instructions. It might seem like it was all for him when the two of you did this, but he knew how much you loved having him pressed against your back, being able to feel him deep inside of you as you reached behind you to grip his hair, holding him close so he could kiss against your neck. He stepped out of his remaining clothes at the side of the bed and climbed up behind you, stroking his hands along your sides with light teasing touches, but making no move to enter you, even though his arousal was obvious. 

“Please Ted,” you whined, wiggling against him. 

“Oh, not sir?” Ted chuckled darkly before bringing a hand down sharply on your ass, everything feeling more intense when you couldn’t see each other’s eyes. 

You yelped but there was a smile in your voice when you responded, “Oh, is that the game we’re playing?”

“Depends,” Ted kissed your shoulder, “color?”

“Green,” you said immediately and he brought his hand down again, making you whimper before he pushed inside you. 

The stretch of him was perfection and so was the weight of him against you and the grip he had on your hip that would certainly leave marks in the morning. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, pinned between your body and the bed so he could press against your clit with every stroke. The two of you were so worked up from the teasing that had started well before dinner that you knew neither of you would last long. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, but it still caught both you and Ted by surprise, the sudden constriction of your muscles making Ted curse in your ear as you cried out.  

After a few more strokes, Ted groaned, “I’m close, baby.” He shifted like he was going to move off of you and you pulled his hair hard to keep him in place. 

“Come inside me, please,” you whined. Even you couldn’t believe that a third peak was steadily approaching, but you knew Ted coming inside you would absolutely send you over the edge. Ted caught you by surprise when he brought his hand down against you again. “Come inside me, please, sir,” you begged and Ted immediately picked up his pace again, slamming into you as the two of you moaned and whined in unison until Ted’s release, followed almost instantly by your own. 

Ted pulled out slowly but didn’t move away, turning onto his side and tucking you into his chest to be his little spoon. 

“You okay, baby? You were so good for me. So good,” Ted whispered, stroking his hands lovingly along your side. 

“Mmm,” you smiled, “so were you. You’re always so good.” You reached for Ted’s hand and brought his knuckles up to your lips. “Thank you for a beautiful dress, and a fantastic evening, my love.” 

“Oh, trust me the pleasure is all mine,” Ted laughed before pulling away slightly. You turned in his arms to face him and he kissed you sweetly. “Wanna get a shower with me? Or want me to clean you up here?”

It was your usual routine, and he took it seriously. The care Ted took with you after you’d been submissive for him was almost as rewarding as the orgasms he gave you. 

“Bath, please?” 

“You got it, angel,” Ted kissed you once more before he left to run the bath and you followed behind him after a few minutes to find that he’d managed to not only run a warm, sweet-smelling bath in that time but also light a number of candles. He smiled at you and held out a hand to help you into the tub, and you slid forward so he could sit behind you. He washed your body carefully, telling you everything he liked about it as he did. 

Ted toweled you off when the two of you were done, humming a familiar tune as he moved around you, dropping to his knees to dry off your legs. He dressed himself quickly before helping you into a set of clean pajamas and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your head under his chin and letting him sway you gently, still humming. 

“You take very good care of me, Ted,” you whispered sleepily against his chest. 

“Thank you for lettin’ me,” Ted said quietly, pressing a kiss against your temple as he swayed you over to the bed and helped you under the covers.

Ted deferred to other people… a lot. It was something you noticed as soon as you started dating and you were suspicious at first that he was just trying to butter you up until you hung out with him and his friends and he was much the same: always conscientious, always putting others' needs before his own, never wanting to disappoint. 

You, on the other hand, were not much for deferring to other people. For years you’d been called opinionated at best, bossy and demanding at worst. You were fiercely independent but you had gotten a little tired of having to be, of having to do everything yourself. Ted didn’t seem bothered by your driving force, but the more comfortable you got with each other, the more you realized Ted’s seeming submissiveness was more tied up in his wanting to please others, not necessarily a fact of his nature. It was easy to explore this in a sexual context, easy to encourage him to tell you exactly what he wanted, to encourage him to take, and to think about himself. But you can tell his dominance wasn’t extending into the rest of his life. His people-pleasing tendencies were weighing him down and stressing him out. He had a panic attack after work one night and you decided it was time for you to start planting some seeds. You caught his attention over breakfast the next morning. 

“Hey, honey,” you tried to keep your voice light and casual. 

“Mmh,” Ted responded, taking a sip of coffee, immediately on alert. 

“You know how I like it sometimes when you're more…dominant? In the bedroom?” Your sentences went up at the end as you tried to plan where the conversation was going even as you were saying it. 

Ted smirked, sitting his coffee down and pulling you towards him so you stood between his legs where he sat at the kitchen table. You draped your arms over his shoulder and smiled down at him as he tightened his grip on your hips just so. 

“Oh is that the mood we’re in this mornin’,” Ted teased, “I do know. Why?” 

“Well, I was just curious…I like when we do that because I get to…let go. I’m only thinking about feeling good and making you feel good and following instructions. And I spend so much of the rest of my time making decisions and being responsible that it's a nice reprieve. And I guess I was just wondering what it feels like for you? Is it… is it hard for you to be in that headspace?”

Ted tilted his head, letting his hands slip under your pajama top just a few inches so he could stroke his thumbs along the soft skin above your waistband as he thought about your question. “That’s a good question. I think…well, I’m sure you know I worry a lot about other people and making sure they’re happy and it's nice to have a time where the world narrows to just you and me, and making us both happy is well within my control. When we’re… in that space, I don’t worry about being too much because in those moments you really need me.” 

“I always need you, baby. And I rely on you more than you know,” you said before kissing him, smiling as he hummed against your lips. “I think…it could be something we could explore more outside of the bedroom? If you’re interested? I think it could help you feel more in control.”

“Like, when I picked that dress out for you?”

“Yeah, exactly. You’d be making more decisions for us. For me.” 

“This is…you’re not just doing this for me right? Because I’d love to try it and I love taking care of you in every way that I can, but not if I knew you were just letting me…I don’t know, take advantage. Just to quiet this silly lil noggin’ of mine.” 

“I think of it more like making sure you know just how much I need you. That okay? Just to try it?”

Ted took a deep breath and you tried to imbue every emotion in your gaze so he’d know how serious you were, how much you wanted it.

“Okay, but you’ll have to…show me.” 

You nodded, knowing there’d need to be more conversations, more boundaries. For now, you just climbed into his lap and kissed him hard, before he lifted you up onto the kitchen table, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear and sliding them down as he sank to his knees in front of you. 

-

“Hey sweetheart,” Ted called, slinging his backpack off into its place next to the closet and then toeing off his sneakers. You got up from the couch and greeted him with a kiss, unzipping his jacket and helping him out of it. “The gang’s meeting down at the Crown & Anchor for dinner, I figured I’d ask if you want to go.” 

You looked Ted over, at the tiredness in his face, the tense line of his shoulder, “Is that what you want to do?”

“Honestly, I’m a little tired, but if you want to—” 

“Great, we’ll stay home!” You kissed him on the cheek and took his hand, leading him back towards the living room and letting him flop down, pleased when you heard the sigh he released, stroking a hand down his thigh as he sank into the cushions. He smiled, his eyes closed, as he felt your hand movements become more deliberate. 

“You startin’ somethin’?” 

You didn’t respond right away, kissing him instead, satisfied when he easily slid his tongue between your lips, knotted his hand firmly in your hair to hold you steady. 

The two of you separated for a breather, “Well what else would we do with all this extra time?”

-

You and Ted had discussed hard and soft limits, the nuance of directness and domination vs demands.  The two of you agreed to start slowly and you started bringing things up to him more often. You both knew you could go beyond him picking out your outfits and nail colors or telling you if you could go out with friends, but the little surge of arousal you got when he did those things, the way you kissed him after like a reward for a job, well done encouraged your patience. And Ted had seemed calmer, freer than he seemed since the two of you had started dating. The panic attacks weren’t gone, but when he came home he was centered and present and focused on you. 

Each decision you placed in Ted’s hands was a little piece of control you could easily give over to him. But you wanted to kick it up a notch now that the two of you had been in a number of scenes and situations you could point to to say, I really liked that. You wanted to encourage Ted not just to decide for you but to ask for things from you.  You texted Ted to ask if he’d be okay with that, experimenting with asking for more. 

Ted: What did you have in mind, honey?

You: Can I surprise you? And you give me a color if you’re not into it?

Ted: Sure, I think I’d like that :)

-

You gave Ted some time to settle in after work, but couldn’t help but sidle up to him, drag your hands along his back and sides, play with the hem of his shirt. 

“Can we order in?” 

“Well, with Henry visitin’ I figured we’d keep eatin’ out to a minimum, but—”

“Oh, so you want me to cook for you,” you teased lightly, clinging to Ted as he poked through the refrigerator for something that he could make. 

“No, it was my decision, I can—” 

“You want me to cook for you.” You repeated in a sultry tone, stepping between Ted and the refrigerator. He looked at you confused, but let the refrigerator close behind you as you slipped your fingers into the belt loops of his khakis. 

‘I mean, if you don’t mind, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to—” 

“You want me,” you said slowly, sinking to your knees in front of him, and looking up into his wide eyes, watching his pupils blow with lust, “to cook for you.” 

“Are we still talkin’ about cookin’ or…?” 

You ran your hands up Ted’s thighs, watching the gears in his head turn as he tried to understand what was happening. You thumbed open the button of his pants and slowly tugged down the zipper. Despite his confusion, he was clearly interested in what was happening. You wouldn’t actually make a move until he understood. 

“You want me to cook for you.” You stated simply, nodding after so he’d take the cue to repeat after you. 

“I want you to cook for me?” 

You smiled broadly and nodded with enthusiasm before hooking your fingers into the waist of his boxer briefs. “This okay?”

Ted nodded, “Sure. Yes, but why…?” You released him from his underwear, kissing up his thighs before pulling away slightly. 

“Color?”

You could see the pieces click as Ted’s gaze turned resolute, “Green. Very, very green.”

“Then say it again,” you said softly, “please, sir.” Ted groaned a low, guttural sound that shot straight to your core, quickly dampening the fabric between your legs. 

“I want you to cook for me,” Ted stated, looking down at you as you whimpered and wrapped your lips around him, running your tongue up the underside of him and hollowing your cheeks. “Fuck me, God, you’re so good, darlin’. You’re going to suck my dick and then cook dinner like a good girl, aren’t you?” 

You moaned around him, and tugged his thighs toward you, encouraging him to thrust forward and it didn’t take long before he was coming down your throat. Before you knew it you were on the kitchen table, back arching. Ted’s face was between your thighs, his fingers and tongues working you up expertly until he pushed you over the edge.  

Ted ordered in any way, which you had a feeling would happen after the two of you curled into each other, sated and content on the couch. 

“We should…talk about earlier,” you said, setting your plate of curry aside and turning to face Ted. 

“Yeah, it seemed you were very into cookin’ dinner all of a sudden,” Ted chuckled, reaching for your hand and stroking his thumb across your knuckles, but you could see the anxiety in his brow. 

“You know, we talked about amping things up before, how I like submitting to you and what it does for you to be able to have control... That was kind of the idea. If that was okay for you?” 

Ted looked at you thoughtfully, “The problem wasn’t that it wasn’t okay, that it didn’t feel good…Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. But I guess I’m just worried, personally, that I get off on…bossing you around? I don’t know, sweet pea, I mean that was very fun, don’t get me wrong but…”

You stood up and started pacing, “I know how it sounds, but I LIKE needing you. I like relying on you. And you said you like being needed, like being able to focus in. It doesn’t have to be an all-the-time thing, there are certain, you know phrases we can use or even just certain days or times, and there doesn’t have to be, like, punishment, though that could also be fun, but—”

Ted interrupted quickly, noticing that you were spiraling. “Hey, hey, that’s all I wanted to hear. I just want to know that we’re both getting something out of this.”

“Oh it was more than just something,” you smirked, finally standing still again.  

Ted smiled, reaching for you again, “Alright, so it sounds like we can do a little bit more of that. Why don’t you come sit down and we’ll talk about it?”

You grinned, winking at Ted as you followed his instructions. “Yes sir.” 

You knew exactly what that meant and you texted back an immediate, “yes sir.” You’d spent all day long making decisions and having people look to you for next steps and you wanted nothing more than to be empty of everything but following directions and receiving pleasure. No thinking critically, no making decisions, just meeting needs and having needs met. You practically skipped to your dresser and slid open the drawer you reserved for your laciest things. It was never important to Ted what you wore, but it helped you get into the proper headspace when you dressed in something sexy. 

You chose white, knowing Ted loved how it looked on your skin; a lace, see-through bra, and matching crotchless panties, complete with garters and stockings. Ted had purchased it, but you’d never worn it for him before and you were preemptively giddy at what his reaction would be. 

You kneeled in the center of the bed, sitting back on your heels, and fought the urge to text him to get an ETA. The waiting was part of it, the anticipation already ramping up your arousal, already making you shift a little on the bed as you listened for the sound of the front door. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you finally heard it and you sat up ramrod straight, ready for your love to walk into the room and tell you what was going to happen next. 

Ted was tired, but he didn’t regret texting you. He hovered outside of the door for just a moment, eyes closed, hand resting on the doorknob. Richmond was suffering from tie after tie, Michelle wanted to discuss the custody agreement for the thousandth time, and it seemed everyone in his life was looking to him for answers that he didn’t have. But on the other side of this door, he knew you would be there waiting for him, with no questions and needing no answers from him; when he stepped through the door, if he asked for something he was going to receive it and just the thought of that had his pulse quickening and his cock throbbing. 

You didn’t dare move a muscle when the door opened silently, but you couldn’t hide your smile. There was never a moment that you didn’t want to see Ted, and right now was certainly no exception. He was wearing his classic button-up shirt and khakis, and you knew he must have removed his sweater before his walk home, maybe just to make it easier to get undressed right now. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you, his eyes full of unadulterated affection as they trailed the lengths of your exposed skin. He gave you a low whistle as he crossed the threshold. 

“Look at you, darlin’,” Ted spoke slowly, his voice quiet enough that if you’d moved you wouldn’t have heard him. “You knew exactly what I wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you said, matching his volume, your voice dripping with pride. 

He walked over to the side of the bed, within arms reach and you turned to look at him but stayed firmly on your knees. “Eyes forward, beautiful.” And it was just like Ted to make a command sound so sweet and pleasant. You turned back toward the doorway and could feel his fingers drag chastely across your shoulders and down your arm, before picking up your hand and bringing it to his lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the tenderness that was immediately countered by a firm snap of your garter against your thigh that you didn’t see coming and it shocked a gasp from you. 

You bit your bottom lip in regret at the sound but Ted ran his thumb over it and pulled it free. “It’s okay darlin’, you can talk to me. You make such beautiful sounds.” 

You said the first thing that came to mind, all in one deep exhale of breath, “I missed you baby.” 

You were still looking straight ahead so you couldn’t see the bright smile that graced his face. “Oh, baby you have no idea,” Ted sighed, and he slid onto the bed behind you, resting on his knees and plastering himself against your back. His arm snaked up your chest and his right hand held you loosely under your jaw—you sucked in a breath as his lips found the side of your neck, his mustache tickling at the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby,” Ted asked, his left hand fiddling with the waistband of your underwear, his right hand gently stroking the length of your neck as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Yes.” 

Ted snapped your garter again and you yelped, “Yes, sir.” He kissed your shoulder for delivering the right answer, which you appreciated, but you would have said anything to get him to put his hands where you wanted them. The crotchless panties meant you could feel yourself slick and wanting and you nearly whined when Ted removed his hand from your neck. You didn’t mourn the loss for long because he quickly looped it around your ribcage and pulled you back into his lap, pressing his own back into the headboard and spreading his legs in a V. With your back against his front, he could look over your shoulder and see all of you spread out for him, your legs askew and braced on his strong thighs. Ted hummed as his warm palms covered your stomach and thighs, taking his time with caresses and tickles that had you wiggling against his noticeable erection. 

“I’m going to lose my mind,” you whined through gritty teeth when his fingers barely grazed your nipple. You knew better than to ask or beg but you were glad he gave you the okay to talk.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, and you’ve been so good for me,” Ted chuckled, dropping an open-mouthed kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. As he kissed you, he tugged the cup of your bra just enough to give him access to your nipple, tweaking it gently between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, deep and low, and Ted pinched just a bit harder, his teeth and mustache grazing your neck, his other hand still splayed wide on your thigh. 

“Fuck, Ted,” you breathed out, and he released your breast, pressing his hand firmly between your shoulder blades so you’d bend forward enough that he could reach the clasp of your bra. You took a deep breath when you relaxed into him again, your peaked nipples tingling slightly as they were exposed to air. 

“I want to take you apart, sweet pea,” Ted nearly growled in your ear and you shivered hard. The hand on your thigh was creeping closer to your center, while his other hand was back to massaging your breasts, alternating between them. “How does that sound?”

“Please, sir, fuck, please. Do whatever you want to me, I’m begging you.” 

Ted groaned. His cock twitched against your back at the sheer devotion in your voice as you pleaded for him. “Yes ma’am.”

Ted used his own legs to spread yours further apart and you were sure the bed underneath you was damp, but it didn’t matter because he was finally sliding his middle finger over your throbbing clit. You whimpered loudly, but Ted took his time touching and exploring, his other hand still toying with your nipples. Without thinking about it, you slid a little further down in his grip. 

“Where ya runnin’ to darlin’,” Ted chuckled, the hand on your breast quickly reaching up from your chest to hold your neck again, steadying you against him. He wasn’t restricting your breathing at all, but just the feeling of his possessive hold made you moan. The hand stroking your clit picked up its pace as he lowered his mouth to your ear. “You’re going to stay right there and be good for me, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, huskily. Ted paused in touching you and you watched with wide eyes as he reached for your garter and stretched it further than ever, the elastic making your eyes water and you cried out as it made impact. It was a sharp sting that was over quickly and it felt like it went straight to your clit. 

“I can’t hear you, beautiful. You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna sit right here and let me make you come?” 

“Yes, sir,” you overcorrected, nearly yelling as his hand returned, but he bypassed your clit and instead entered you in one smooth motion and fucked you steadily with long, confident fingers. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head, but as much as you wanted to meet his thrusts or push back against his straining erection, you followed instructions and held still. It was worth it for the praise he cooed in your ear. Ted released your neck, slowly returning to caressing every inch of your skin with a warm, firm pressure while still working you up easily, the sounds filthy and arousing.

He curled his fingers, transitioning to short strokes against your inner wall that made your eyes slam shut and your head fall back again. Ted took advantage of the access, licking and sucking marks into the thin skin of your neck. Your skin was growing hot to the touch and you could feel Ted’s smile pressed against your shoulder, his hair flopping over his forehead and tickling the side of your face. He knew you were close and you’d do anything in your power to obey so that you could orgasm. You were panting curses as the pleasure built and Ted was a grinning fool, as he brought his thumb to your clit with a rapid flicking motion. Your abs flexed with the force of your climax, shockwaves rolling up from your core that had you flinging your hands to grip Ted’s thighs, your fingers digging in hard enough that you knew he’d find bruises when it was all said and done. 

When your breathing settled, Ted used his thumb and forefinger to tilt your face toward his and kiss you deeply, his tongue slick and searching against yours. Your heart beat a steady patter of I love him, I love him, I love him and neither of you had to say it for you to know that he felt it too. 

“You okay, darlin’,” Ted asked softly as he pulled away. “Color?”

“Green,” you answered with zero hesitation. You licked your swollen lips and realized Ted was still fully dressed. You turned around to kneel between his legs and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Ted reached for your wrists and held them easily with one hand, restraining you from his buttons. “Why don’t we take a break, let me get you some water.” You knew Ted was being sweet and considerate but it almost felt like a punishment for him to pause the scene, for him not to snap your garter or slap your ass and admonish you for taking his clothes off without permission. You’d followed every instruction, and behaved yourself perfectly, but you must look pretty wrecked if he was taking your green as a yellow anyway. 

“No sir,” you pouted, avoiding his eyes and instead looking down at his tented crotch. 

“No,” he questioned, one eyebrow raised, his voice instantly darker. You smirked knowing that you had him hooked again. “You’ve been such a good girl and now you want to ruin it by telling me no?” His other hand fingered the elastic of your garter yet again, but he waited you out. 

“You’re right, I have been such a good girl,” you practically purred, and you moved backward on your knees, a stretch considering your hands were still bound in one of Ted’s. “And now I want my reward.” Thank god for yoga, you thought as you bent down, your arms still restrained, and pressed your lips to Ted’s crotch. Ted groaned and you took a few moments to press kisses into his khakis before licking a broad stripe over his hard, hidden cock. Despite the multiple layers, he could feel the heat from your tongue and his breath hitched. 

“Baby,” Ted started to speak, but when he opened his eyes to look at you, your face was pressed to his bulge and you were looking up at him with pleading doe-eyes; whatever thought or objection he had died before it hit the air. “Fuck, you really want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to sound seductive but your tone was excited and embarrassingly desperate. 

“You were a very good girl for me,” Ted considered, “but right now you’re being incredibly naughty and you know it.” You smiled a little, wiggling your hips in the air. “I guess I’ll just have to show you what happens when you’re not careful what you wish for.” 

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant but the words themselves sent bolts of electricity through you. He tugged your hands gently so you’d raise up enough for him to slide off the bed. You were surprised that he didn’t release his grip on you, but you weren’t complaining about watching him open his belt buckle and pull his boxer briefs and khakis down to his ankles one-handed. His cock bobbed, hard and shiny with precum, and you had to put in some effort to keep your drool contained. You were still kneeling on the bed, but Ted gestured with his head at the floor and you used his support to clamber down and kneel in front of him instead. 

“Open,” Ted requested firmly, and you obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out slightly. Ted grabbed his cock at the base and fed it gently into your open mouth, a short thrust before he removed his cock entirely. You didn’t have the use of your hands to brace yourself so you fell forward just a little and Ted used his other hand to tilt your chin up to him. “You’re not going to get to use your hands, do you know what to do if you need a break?” 

You wanted to joke “bite” but Ted was serious about safety and you were so close to getting what you wanted. “Yes, sir,” you wiggled your hand around to make enough space that you could easily tap the top of his hand in 3 short bursts. 

“Good girl,” Ted said, before using the hand that was still under your chin to bring your mouth back to his cock. Ted was big and he knew it, not often requesting blow jobs, but you relished in the burn of your jaw as you bobbed your head down the length of him and back up. He held himself still at first but then slowly started to thrust, his hand moving from your chin around to the back of your neck. You moaned as he took control of the pace and you focused on nothing else but being wet and open for him. You could tell he was being gentle with you and yet you still gagged around him a little when he brushed the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel amazing,” Ted sighed, his hips continuing to snap forward, and you could answer with only a whimper. If you could speak, you would have told him the silky, warm weight of him against your tongue felt just as fantastic. You looked up at him and could feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes and Ted slowed slightly. You could tell he was about to check in with you and you cut him off by hollowing your cheeks, ramping up the suction. Ted threw his head back with a growl thrusting once, twice, with his full length and then held, fully filling your throat. Your mind emptied of anything but breathing through your nose and making Ted come. You swallowed against him involuntarily, but the pressure made Ted spasm and he slid all the way out immediately, panting like he’d just run 5 miles. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ted gasped, his hand still holding your neck steady and you grinned, your face damp and lips swollen. “Come up here.” Ted pulled your hands a little towards the bed but you held your ground and he looked at you quizzically. 

“No, sir,” you said, your voice hoarse. “I want you to come in my mouth. Please.” 

Ted waited a moment, searching your face for any hint of you regretting the request. He massaged the back of your neck and you hummed. “Beg for it.” 

From your position on your knees, you locked eyes with your love, his dress shirt hanging open and his hair askew. This would be easy. 

“I want your cock in my mouth. I would do anything, baby. Ted please, I want you so deep inside me that you cum straight down my throat. I want you to know how much I love you, Ted, and how much I want you to use me. I just want you to feel good, sir, please.” 

The second the last syllable fell from your lips it was replaced with his cock, and he thrust into your mouth hard and fast. Your eyes fell closed and you felt floaty and loose, your whole body relaxing under his attention. Somewhere over your head he was cursing and praising in equal measure, but you were lost under a wave of pleasure and sensation. Ted managed just a few more thrusts before he again paused with his cock in your throat; he came with a groan and you quickly swallowed all of him. 

Ted slid out of your mouth, releasing his hold on both your wrists and your neck as he fell to his knees in front of you. He pulled you into his chest and your eyes shut as he shushed and rocked you gently; you didn’t even notice how much you shivered in his arms. You were sated and soft and you melted into his embrace. He was familiar with the comedown after scenes like this—the two of you had done this enough—and he looked forward to the aftercare almost as much as the scene itself. When he could feel you return to yourself somewhat, he helped you off the floor and led you to the bathroom, shrugging off his shirt so the two of you were equally bare. He helped you into the shower and your throat was sore so you didn’t talk much, which used to scare him, but now he knew just how to fill the silence.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I love doing this with you and making you feel good because you make me feel spectacular. I feel, just, on top of the world with you. Like I fell out of the lucky tree and hit every damn branch on the way down. You’re so gorgeous. I love every curve, dimple, and stretch mark. I love every eyelash. Every smile and whimper and sigh.” 

The words were different every time, but they still felt like a familiar chant as he washed you clean first and then himself. He placed chaste kisses on your warm skin as he dried both of you off, and the two of you slid into bed. Skin-to-skin contact always helped you feel more centered after being in that headspace, and Ted didn’t waste an inch of space—his legs tangled with yours and your head was tucked under his chin. Your tiredness fell over you suddenly but gently, like snowfall, and you pressed your lips over his heart and whispered, “I love you,” before falling asleep.