Page 50 of The Game
“How did you dye them black?” I ask; they taste like chocolate, so I’m assuming it’s some sort of red velvet trick. “And black? Seriously?”
He chuckles, crossing his arms loosely.
“Activated charcoal. Hacked it from Pinterest. And of course black, miss priss. You’re not some little Barbie anymore. You’re fuckin’ cool finally,” he snorts. I dig my elbow into his side for his remark, but he laughs it off, throwing an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in to press a kiss to the top of my head.
Swallowing the rest of my cupcake, I lean into his side, snuggling up to his warmth, his security.
“What are we doing tonight?” I ask.
He snorts, fingers absentmindedly finding a lock of my hair and twirling it between his knuckles.
“Still not going to tell you, but we have to get ready soon.”
“Hmph.”
He pinches my side, making me laugh and curl closer to him, my nose filling with his peppery scent.
“Also…I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he says, suddenly sounding apprehensive. That’s so not like him that I tense up, eyes glued to his blank computer screen across the room.
“Umm…yeah?” I croak. He chuckles, chafing my shoulder.
“It’s nothing bad, Alice. It’s…the other night, you said something that you liked, and I just wanted to…I guess ask you to expand on it, clarify it.”
My stomach churns so hard I want to go vomit those cupcakes back up, but I’m rooted to my spot, my heart racing. Damn weed. And booze. His smooth palm rubs against my arm reassuringly.
“I only ask because…I like it, too.”
My breath evacuates my lungs so quickly it’s obnoxiously loud, and Teddy bursts into laughter.
“Shut up,” I grumble, burying my face in his abs to hide my blush and my smile. At least he makes me feel normal, not so fucked up.
“Okay, wheezy. But seriously…will you expand on that?”
Fiddling with my thumbs, I simply shrug. His fingers resume their combing through my hair, slowly lulling me into a state of calmness.
“I…think I always fantasized about it but…it wasn’t until last year when…when the maze happened that I realized how much I liked it, how it kinda took everything away and made me blank.”
I feel him nod, but he’s silent for a few minutes.
“What if I told you I enjoy…doing that?”
Fire courses through my veins, the rush of blood settling in my cunt.
“I guess I’d ask…how you went about it, if you have…”
He chuckles softly.
“Fair is fair. You’ve told me a lot about you.”
“Yup,” I say, curling my arm around his stomach, hugging him for the serenity he exudes, even in awkward situations. He releases a heavy sigh before taking a deep breath.
“I’m a dom. I’m sure that’s no surprise.”
I snort into his soft shirt.
“Considering my thighs still hurt…” I say, trailing off. His hand has wandered to my hip, and his fingers curl in possessively at my comment, making butterflies riot in my stomach. Though my twins and I never gave labels to one another, it was there all the same; I was their submissive in almost every aspect of life, and they were my doms, equal in authority but separate and distinct.
“Well, I had a submissive. We were together for about two years. It was romantic in some sense, but I…can’t really get attached, as you know.”