Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Are you going to help me? If I’m your doll, you have to dress me.” He shrugged as he straightened, like he wasn’t the one who made the rules so I couldn’t blame him. “We have to be in character to make it work.”
I was a professional.
I was a professional.
Was there a way to argue with logic like that?
Fuck, was this what Roman meant when he wished me luck after I’d told him I was going to be careful with Emerson?
Roman was such an asshole.
“Alright.” If I couldn’t push back with reason, I would just be careful with Emerson…and professional. “Let me get a few things set up and then I’ll come in and help you.”
Going through another of the random doors that led deeper into the warehouse I’d converted into my workshop, I turned on the lights to the studio.
Emerson followed just enough to peek into the room and give his approval. “Oh, this is wonderful. Alright, time to get ready.”
As he skipped out of sight, I couldn’t help but wonder if I should be afraid of that statement or thrilled by it…fuck it all.
I was a professional…and based on what I’d seen of Roman’s work, I should be afraid.
Chapter 5
Emerson
I’m gonna be a princess.
I’m gonna be a princess.
“It’s so sparkly.” My fingers itched to pet all the pretty fabric, but I knew dolls didn’t move. “Don’t worry, my pretty. I’ll touch you all over once I’m a real boy and get dressed up for the other photographer.”
The logical part that was trying to look at the whole thing professionally said that it would be interesting to see how the same outfit looked after being photographed by two different photographers. Naughty versus nice, maybe? Definitely sweet versus sexy.
Dolls.
Dolls.
Dolls.
Dolls were happy but kind of blank.
Dolls were fun because people got to make them into anything they wanted.
I was a Cinderella doll…
“Oh.” Calling out to Luca, I twirled around pretending to already be in my ball gown…well, kind of a ball gown. “Mr. Luca, am I a doll after the ball and before my pumpkin goes splat or am I a doll after I get back with my Prince Charming?”
There would be a very big difference in how he played with me.
“Oh, and are you the prince? Am I your doll or just a doll?” For some reason Luca groaned and something crashed. “Are you okay?”
My Owner couldn’t get broken before we’d even started.
“I’m fine.” There was a pause where he kept mumbling what seemed to be curse words, but after a moment I heard him sigh. “Let’s say for this shoot it’s right at the end of the ball. You’re alone with the prince and the real world hasn’t intruded yet.”
Okay, I could do that.
Happy doll.
Nervous doll.
Horny doll.
We’d been dancing and cuddling all night so that justified a bit of naughty fun. I wanted to tempt him into kissing me, of course…not that I was a slut. I was a very sweet doll and my prince would treasure me.
And for now, my Prince Charming was cursing in something that definitely wasn’t English.
Foreign princes were so sexy.
“I’m a princess doll. Now what do I do?” I get naked. “Yes, dolls are always naked when you first start to play with them.”
My sisters’ dolls had always been naked, so it seemed logical.
Another crash had me wondering if Luca had a problem paying attention and ran into things too. I had a friend who was constantly crashing and it was honestly kind of stressful. “Are you okay?”
His sigh was Roman-level dramatic, so I was pretty sure that meant he was fine. “Yes.”
Goodie.
I was starting to learn about my Owner.
I was such a smart doll.
“I’m glad.” We didn’t need any broken dolls or Owners.
“What had I been doing?” Having an Owner was distracting. “Naked. Yes, I’d been getting naked.”
Quickly stripping, I skipped around the room as Luca cursed and crashed again. There were several other costumes, but the Little Bo Peep one looked like so much fun I knew I was going to have to talk Luca into letting us do that next.
The feminine costumes were my favorite, but I knew I was going to look wonderfully sexy in the men’s corsets too. I had a great ass. I was going to look fabulous from the back even if I had to put on pants.
Oh, did I need to bring in my own pants for those shoots?
Shopping.
Eli could help…he loved telling me how great my ass looked in everything.
But what did we need now to set the right feeling for the shoot? I was a Cinderella doll and my Owner was going to be playing with me at the ball.
Music.
The internet had everything, so once I skipped back to my phone, I found the Cinderella music. “Owner? Do you have a Bluetooth speaker?”
He was very quiet before calling out, this time not cursing or crashing. I was so proud of him. “Yes. It should come up first on the list. I think it's listed as something weird that starts with the number five.”