Chapter 18: Chapter 18: First
"Woah hold your horses, tiger," Teddy responded her hands raised in a placating manner. "Do you know my boundaries, my safe words?"
"Of course I do." His tone affronted. "Your safety and comfort are important too."
Teddy nodded in acknowledgment, "But I didn't know. I could have guessed that was the case and moved on, but this 'act' is going to depend heavily on trust and communication especially before we do it since our communication will be stilted with others present."
"Ok, Teddy," Seokjin responded apologetically.
"It is a good idea for me to practice with you first since it is less for me to handle and I know you will stop me physically if necessary." Teddy offered.
"Where do you want to start then?" Seokjin asked. He scooted the chair closer so he could lean forward and rest his arms on the desk.
"We are starting small," Teddy stated her gaze firm, but from Seokjin's new angle, he saw her hand trembling. Noticing his gaze she forcefully stilled them resisting the urge to tuck them out of view. "I want you to kneel at my side and if you're ok with it I want to play with your hair?" The last part lilted into a question, he watched her lick her lips in nervousness.
"Of course, can I ask why?" He questioned leaning back in his chair.
"It's a control thing? Hair is sensitive I'm seen as having significant control while it's in my hands, and like you mentioned you essentially have a pet status in high society, I'm 'petting' you." Teddy responded getting more confident as she continued her explanation, until she saw his unimpressed expression. "It's true." She insisted. His expression didn't change.
"Fine. It'll make me feel better." Teddy admitted, "I need something to do with my hands, and if you like it a little bit then it's a bonus." The last part was muttered, but he still managed to catch it. He smiled knowing that it was more than just a guess that he might enjoy it on her part.
On one of their movie nights Jimin had wanted to play with their hair, he had immediately volunteered his to the gentle hands of the younger man. He enjoyed it and made sure to let Jimin know and evidently Teddy a couple feet away curled in her armchair hadn't been as absorbed in the movie as he thought.
"Yes, a bonus." He smirked "Shall we?" And maybe it was the lighting, but it looked like his Mistress may be blushing as she quickly nodded.
Clearing her throat Teddy scooted her chair backward so she could open a drawer. She pulled out a memory foam pillow that she dropped on the carpeted floor beside her.
"Sometimes I'm too tired to make it to my room, so I have a blanket and pillow so I can crash on top of the desk," she explained.
Seokjin nodded, making his way around the desk standing at her side looking at her expectantly. Realizing what he was waiting for she gave the order. "Kneel."
And with a "Yes Mistress." he complied. Like in everything else he did, he oozed elegance and control even as he lowered himself into a "submissive" position. Once properly adjusted, he turned to give a mischievous grin before resting his head on her right thigh.
Teddy hesitated a bit before lightly running her fingertips through his hair. At his sigh of contentment, she gained some confidence, giving light tugs at small knots and light scratches to his scalp.
Seokjin hadn't been lying when told Jimin of his enjoyment when others played his hair, but Teddy's was so much better. Jimin had a goal in mind he wanted to sculpt Seokjin's hair into interesting waves and tiny braids, but Teddy just wanted it to feel nice and give her hands something for her hands to do.
It was slow, methodical, and utterly soothing, it helped that the pillow in combination with the carpet worked well to prevent any aching. Her thigh was an excellent headrest as well. There was nothing sexual about the moment, it was a bubble of quiet comfort. He heard a couple of taps going on above his head before some quiet music began playing another track soon layered on top of rain and birds chirping.
Teddy hoped she was doing this right, Seokjin seemed content and he hadn't safe-worded or given any indication of discomfort. That being the case she didn't want to occur later so she set a timer for ten minutes before she would command him to rise. Of course, if she got an indication she would end sooner than that.
The music wasn't something she planned, but she needed something in the background, or her thoughts were going to spiral. With the sounds and focus on playing with Seokjin's hair she felt the tension in her shoulders unwind a bit. As the minutes passed Seokjin seemed to become more and more boneless. Curious Teddy switched her bracelet to the camera and reversed it to selfie mode to look at his face without disrupting his position on her lap.
His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. As far as she could tell he fell asleep, and she felt a little rush at the theory. She didn't ruin anything, he trusted her enough to sleep this close to her. Glancing at the alarm, she bit her lip there were 90 seconds before the alarm went off, she quickly placed it on mute not wanting it to jar him awake when it went off.
She thought of a plan to make the wake-up as smooth as possible. At five-second intervals, she turned the volume down on the music and bird sounds. She also slowed down her hand's movement five seconds before the timer went off, the music was off and her hand had stopped moving through his hair. Gently she shook his shoulder, "Seokjin." she sing-songed.
"Yes, mistress." He replied. Realizing he had likely not been asleep since he responded so quickly she felt her cheeks flood with heat. Shaking the feeling off, she let her voice drop into a commanding tone. "Stand."
Surprisingly there wasn't any wobble in his legs as he obeyed. "Am I dismissed Mistress?" Hearing the code of the scene drawing to a close she felt relieved, "Yes Seokjin, you are excused."
The scene ended, Seokjin let out a yawn stretching his hands above his head before he strolled towards the door, "Night Teddy."
"Goodnight." She responded, packing away the pillow into the drawer. Realizing the tray and dishes were still present she collected them to bring downstairs and put into the dishwasher.
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