Doll Parts (The Game #4) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
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The rules were simple. Noa had to make his way across the playroom, where hundreds of pieces of candy were attached to the wall. When Noa had candy in his hands, Greer wasn’t allowed to touch him. But when his hands were empty…? Greer didn’t fuck around.

“One more treat, then we get our puzzle piece.” Noa was positively giddy as he dropped the lollipop into the bag we’d gotten.

“Make it a good one, baby.” I couldn’t stop grinning.

He nodded firmly and stood behind the yellow line on the floor, and he cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders.

“I’m getting my Daddy some licorice, and you can’t stop me.” Noa stuck out his tongue at Greer.

Greer stood ready, in the middle of the room, ready to pounce, ready to use the flogger and the paddle strapped to his thigh.

When Noa went for his fifth round, he darted left, only to make a swift turn to the right, but his trick didn’t work. For the third time, Greer caught him halfway across the room, a strong arm around Noa’s middle, and he didn’t waste a second. He yanked down Noa’s bottoms and smacked his ass hard repeatedly.

“Fuck—no, let go!” Noa growled. He struggled and snarled and thrashed, high on the competition—otherwise, he would’ve enjoyed the pain. “Owww!”

“You can get free, Noa!” I hollered. “You’re more creative than this!”

Greer kept whacking him, his hand eliciting a loud smack every time he made impact on Noa’s ass.

It was turning me on, to be frank. I adjusted my cock and watched my boy struggle.

“Where’s your candy now?” Greer asked, out of breath. “Huh? I thought you were getting candy for Daddy?”

“I will end you!” Noa shouted through a groan. “Fuck you, you sissy Sadist!”

“Oof.” I winced. That mouth was gonna get him into trouble for the rest of his life.

It was also gonna be his rescue, I figured, when he sank his teeth into Greer’s hip and bit down.

“You little piss puddle,” Greer growled and flinched away. In the process, he lost his hold on Noa, who scrambled to his feet and dove for the other side of the room, all while rubbing his sore butt.

“Nailed it!” He snatched a packet of licorice from the wall and grinned widely, eyes glistening with tears and excitement.

He strutted like a little prince across the room and dropped the candy into the bag. “We won, Daddy!”

“I’m so proud of you,” I laughed.

Greer was recovering, and he chuckled through his pain as he made his way over to us. “You put up a good fight, kiddo.” He retrieved a puzzle piece from the pocket of his leather pants. “You earned this.”

Noa beamed and pulled up his bottoms, making sure his tail was just so. “Thank you, Sir.”

That was our third piece. Only nine to go—hopefully fewer to see what the puzzle was gonna say.

Our next station was Lucian and Cam’s, so we headed down the hallway, past other participants—and plenty of voyeurs watching the few stations that had viewing windows—until we reached the wax play station.

Lucas and Kit were just leaving the room, and the mouthy little boy looked very pleased.

“Was it fun?” Noa asked urgently.

“It was amazing!” Kit gushed. “I thought it was gonna hurt. It didn’t.”

“The next station will hurt,” Lucas promised.

Kit’s shoulders slumped.

I laughed silently and nudged Noa into the playroom.

CHAPTER 14

KC Hayles

My big ol’ softy. He’d said Cam had missed the window to wear his collar tonight, and yet… As we entered the wax play room, it was the first thing I noticed. Cam kneeling next to a leather-padded platform, wearing his new slave bottoms and Lucian’s collar.

“Welcome.” Lucian smirked. “You seem familiar.”

Noa and I chuckled.

All right. Wax play. Not that I would say this to Lucian, especially not now when he so passionately spoke about different melts and whatnot, but this kink was…

Meh.

Noa peered up at me with amusement in his eyes as Lucian wrapped up his spiel, and I could tell we were on the same page.

Wax play wasn’t the ultimate kink for a boy like Noa either. To Cameron, it was erotic, beautiful, and even romantic. A moment for graceful poses, predicament bondage, and being his Master’s canvas.

Noa scrunched his nose at that.

Even though I chose the wax with the highest melting point and the most sensitive body part on my boy, he was itching for something more exciting.

Positioned on all fours on a three-foot–high platform, stark naked, with his cute bottom in the air, he waited somewhat patiently for me to complete the task of pouring melted wax around his asshole.

He hissed and shook his butt, as if wagging his tail, when a larger drop landed right near his opening.

Lucian had probably hoped for something more sensual. The room screamed of sizzling eroticism with its dark walls, lit candles everywhere, and mattresses and cushions on the floor. And not a single fucking balloon.


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