Page 21 of A Little Christmas 4: Teller
He laughed. “As a boy growing up, I always had a patch of gray hair right here.” He reached up and pointed to a patch of snow-white hair in the front. “My grandfather had the same thing. I think the rest of the gray started coming in when I was eighteen.”
I sat up and touched his soft hair, loving the bit of curl that had the ends sticking up. He usually wore some product in it to make it smooth, but the humidity of the bath had caused it to curl. It made him look even more attractive.
“As far as going to my parents’ home, Mom puts dinner on the table at exactly five o’clock, so we’ll have all day to do whatever we want. It takes about forty-five minutes to get to their place, and we’re meeting the realtor at the first house at ten. After we look, we’ll get a light lunch and maybe come back for a nap.”
I met his gaze to see his eyes sparkling. For an instant, he reminded me of a sexy Santa. My own sexy Santa!
“Are naps a big part of your day?” I joked as he pulled me to straddle his thighs, sliding the sweatshirt over my head before straightening my wild hair.
Daddy’s hands slid down my back to land on my ass, which he patted before grinning at me. “Not previously, but any time I can get you in bed will be a plus for me.”
Daddy opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. Clearly, he had a plan.
“Let’s talk about sex,” he said.
I gulped, trying to hide my excitement at the thought of having him inside me. “What about sex?”
“Have you had it before?”
My mind flashed to my whorish ways at RISD. “Y-yes.”Ahem.“Yes, I’ve had sex.”
“Okay. Including penetrative sex?”
God, how much should I say? “Yes. Penetrating and being penetrated.”
Maizie said it had been my experimental phase, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Dicks. Dildos. Fingers. Tongues. One rather girthsome zucchini dare that seemed like a good idea in my drunken stupor at a house party. It wasn’t…
“Do you enjoy being penetrated?” Briggs skirted around the “bottom” question.
“I like bottoming. I topped once to see what it was like, but I prefer to bottom. Is that what you wanted to know?” I raised my right eyebrow in challenge. It was best if he learned I wasn’t shy about much.
Brigs tilted his head back in a huge guffaw. “Oh, I do like you spicy. That’s exactly what I wanted to know. I don’t bottom, just so we’re clear. A finger up my ass during a blowjob is as far as I’ll go.”
That was definitely good to know.
Chapter Ten
Briggs
Oh, Teller was going to be a wonderful boy. Just the right amount of sass to keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Punishments?” I asked, hoping to get his reaction.
His mouth contorted as if he’d bitten into a rotten apple. “Not a big fan.”
“I didn’t expect you to be, but I’m sure there will be times when you misbehave and I will need to punish you. I might not let you come, or I might sit you on a naughty stool for a time out. How are you with spankings?”
He mischievously grinned. “Love them.”
“As a reward or a punishment?”
“Can’t I have both?”
“If you have one of my reward spankings and then a punishment spanking, you’ll never want another spanking as long as you live, I can promise.” Reward spankings were with my hand. Punishment spankings got the paddle. Nobody liked the paddle.
“I’m not into pain. There was a guy once who wanted to pluck out my pubic hair while he topped me. One hair, and I got dressed and left. It was during a scene at a club in New York, and I never went back.” Teller’s gaze was distant before he shivered.
“No, I don’t play that way. What’s your safeword? Mine isyogurtbecause I hate it.” I never played without a safeword for both parties.
