Page 194 of True Blue

“Mhm…” I whimper, nodding frantically.

She gives me a sympathetic look. “Can I help you?”

“Please,” I rasp, begging now.

She smiles. “You don’t need to beg, Teddy bear. Polite bears get rewarded,” she says, undoing my zipper, reaching into my boxers, and finally—finally—pulling my cock out.

It’s red and leaking pre-cum, and Indie licks her lips as she stands from the bed, turning us around so that I’m sitting and she’s kneeling in front of me. She gives me a saucy grin as she leans down and licks the tip, my hips jumping and making her hum.

“But so do naughty bears.”

Indie takes me all the way into her mouth, euphoria traveling to every nerve in my body. I feel like a live-wire, every single cell in my body burning for Indie as she licks and sucks me. And despite the electricity, I feel safe and secure with Indie. So fucking happy I want to cry. Indie has total control over me right now, and I surrender to the pleasure.

Indie goes in waves, like we’re of one mind, and she knows just when I’m about to come. She takes me right to the edge with her mouth, and then slows to a torturous rhythm. She does this twice, and I’m a whining, whimpering mess, sweat pouring down my temples, fists clenched into the sheets on the bed. It’s the most incredible ache. The way she’s controlling my pleasure, not allowing me to come until she wants. It’s surrender, but it also feels like control.

“Indie, baby, can I come please?”

“Not yet, Teddy,” she licks up the bottom of my dick, right along the vein.

My head drops back, “Oh my fucking god,” I moan, the pleasure reaching a boiling point.

“It’s going to feel so good, I promise,” Indie smiles, swirling her tongue around the tip.

This new dynamic that we stumbled upon, a little sloppy and reckless at first, is like a final puzzle piece of our relationship, locking into place.

I feel safe.

I feel whole.

And curiosity is a funny thing.

“Capybara,” I say.

In an instant, Indie springs back off of me, her eyes shooting to mine, the blue wide with concern and worry. She steps back, which I don’t like because I reach toward her. But she keeps a distance, holding her hands out between us.

“Teddy?” she asks, her tone thick and alarmed. “Are you okay? What did I do?”

I just look at her in awe.

“Teddy, what’s wrong?”

“You listened,” I say simply, smiling.

She blinks, brow furrowing in confusion.

“I told you I would—are you okay? Did I do something⁠—”

I shake my head and scoop her up off the ground, my arm going under her ass she wraps her legs around my waist.

Turning, I gently lay her back down on the bed and hover over her, my other hand going to her face to cradle her jaw.

“You make me feel so safe,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes and emotion choking my throat.

Indie’s eyes soften, and her own eyes shimmer with tears.

Leaning up, she presses her lips to mine.

“You make me feel so adored,” she whispers. “I love you, Teddy.”