Part II | Bossy Teddy

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Ed punched in the passcode on the keypad that he had installed on the door to our Ruby Room. The little indicator light turned green and you heard a click. Ed swung the heavy door forward.

He was ahead of you, letting you walk a few feet into the room before he spun around to face you.

"On your knees, love," He commanded softly.

As if the lead-up to this hadn't been torturous enough, seeing him switch 'into character' has got your inner sex kitten purring, begging to be petted.

You do as he says, slowly lowering yourself to the floor, your knees sinking into the plush carpeting.

He's standing in front of you, looking sexy as hell in his fitted black dress pants, shiny black shoes, and crisp white button-up/black satin vest combo. You're physically dripping at the sight of him. He's looking down at you, one hand scratching through his scruffy beard.

You reach out for his belt buckle, wanting him in your mouth, like, NOW. But he swats your hand away with a tsk, "I don't recall you asking for that." He undoes the little buttons at each of his wrists, folding his shirt cuffs and pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

He steps back to take in the sight of you; barely clothed, after he had unzipped and removed your dress next to the front door. All that's left is your black lace push-up bra and matching thigh-high stockings, a shiny black bow adorning the thick lace band at the tops, on the back of your thighs.

You're on your knees before him, hands crossed at your wrists behind your back. Ed's fitted pants are visibly tented at this point, and he teaches down for his own belt buckle, making short work of it. He unclasps the belt, unzips his fly and is pushing his pants down just far enough so that he can reach in and pull out his cock.

What a sight to behold; his thick, pink cock standing at full attention just for you. He's gripping it, giving it a couple of long, slow strokes. He's wide-eyed; no longer the chuckling, loud-mouthed life of the party from earlier in the night.

"Tell me what you want." He growls out, still palming his cock.

You hesitate, just for a moment, trying to decide which words will be the most impactful. You can tell he is already super into this little game you're playing, hesitant though he was at first when you brought it up casually as a "someday" idea. But you're not sure if he knows how much you love your role in the game, too, his very own bad girl.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, Teddy." It falls from your lips before you've even fully decided to say it, and it warrants a visible reaction from the gorgeously sexy man in front of you. His cock twitches and you can see the shiny wetness forming at his slit, even from the couple of feet away.

He closes the distance between you, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, which is now free and flowing down, no longer captured in the elegant twist up-do you had worn to the award ceremony.

He's holding his cock, brushing the head of it across your lips, dragging over the vampy red lipstick you wore.

"Spit on it, for me, love," He's whispering, his voice no longer as strong and solid as it was just a moment ago. You wonder if he thinks he may be crossing a line, and he's absolutely not. You are so sure of him, his goodness, his values – this is just a character he's playing, at your request.

You want to show him that you approve, and so you really go for it. You close your crimson lips over just the head of his pretty penis, lubing it up with all the saliva that's in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip, letting all of that lubrication from your mouth roll onto the smooth skin of his dick. Your hands are crossed behind your back, still, and you enjoy the restraint you've set for yourself. Usually by now you would have both of your hands on him, pumping up and down, running your thumb over that thick vein on the underside of his cock.... But it's sort of sexy this way, Ed grasping himself, wiggling the head of his dick around your mouth, thin strands of saliva pulling away, landing back on your chin.

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