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)
I wasn’t going to begin to guess what caused his reaction, especially since I wasn’t sure that was polite to wonder about at all, but I loved the obvious indication that I wasn’t upsetting him so far. Confidence in his reactions made it easier to be confident in mine…and just the situation in general.
“You’re going to be such a pretty doll when I’m done with you.” The sentence could’ve had a very horror movie feel, but Emerson’s eyes sparked and came to life as the words seemed to sweep through him.
He didn’t move—he was a well-behaved doll—but pleasure radiated from him and added an innocence that shouldn’t have been there with how displayed he was.
And speaking of his beautiful body…it was time to make him less naked.
Panties next.
Kneeling down in front of my pretty doll, I positioned his hands on my shoulders just in case and gently touched his foot. Thankfully he didn’t make it difficult and raised his feet one at a time as he stepped into the tiny matching scrap of blue fabric.
I wasn’t sure if I was frustrated or relieved that he managed to stay so quiet and still, but it was ridiculous when what I should’ve been worried about was getting his erection covered by the panties.
But Emerson was beautifully distracting so I wasn’t going to feel bad about missing the obvious.
When they were finally just below his erection, he subtly shifted to widen his stance. I had to remind myself that Roman said Emerson was very good at laying down boundaries when he thought it was necessary.
Well, actually he’d said that Emerson could be just as big a drama queen as the rest of them and had given Eli a piece of his mind on more than one occasion.
However, since I was not as crazy as Eli, I took the invitation and very carefully and very professionally covered his…covered him and fit the panties into place.
Fuck.
I was a professional.
So I stood and took a step back from the tempting aura that surrounded him.
Yes, breathing room.
He was clearly addicting so I would just have to be careful. At that moment, careful meant covering him up with the skirts that would wrap around him and slowly build up to give the corset a dress-like appearance I knew would be beautiful.
“Very good…but there’s something missing…” Studying him again, I took in everything from his soft makeup to the way the shimmery, light blue corset highlighted his skin. “Yes…that’s it…”
Leaving my pretty doll where he was posed, I went over to a small dressing table that had a variety of makeup to grab a compact and large brush. “Just a bit of something to make my pretty one sparkle.”
The quiet squeal he let out almost had me laughing.
Clearly sparkly was a good thing.
Dusting the light powder over his shoulders, I highlighted his upper chest before stepping away. Too much sparkle would make him an awkward-looking disco ball and that was not what I was going for. “Perfect for now, but we can always add more.”
Making sure my hands were clean, I focused on the next step…the skirts.
I’d done a hundred different mockups and test patterns to see what worked the best. I thought I was happy with what I’d come up with, but with everything coming together, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it…and I was also slightly obsessing over what my pretty doll was going to think of his outfit.
“Now we’re going to make you an even more beautiful princess.” Certainly a fancier one.
Layering on the first tiny, almost sheer skirt in the same pale blue and carefully attaching it, I loved the way it simply highlighted his body instead of hiding anything. But as I took my time and wrapped more layers around him, the erotic shifted to the romantic…and eventually landed at an almost red-carpet look that I knew a few celebrities would be fighting over.
I never understood the drive to shock people in public, but there were a few I could think of right off the bat that would love being naked under all the layers. So while I didn’t connect with that side of celebrity passions, I loved that it let me create beautiful costumes.
When Cinderella’s ballgown was in place and every line was perfect, I shifted his arms and tilted his head to give him a more demure expression. He was an absolute marvel, and just with the slightest changes to his expression, he shifted to being the sweetest princess a prince could want. “Yes, that’s my pretty one. Such a good doll for your Owner.”
Stepping back, I hurried to grab my camera before he got too stiff. “That’s right. Just like that, my sweet doll. We’re going to play now and have the prince fall head over heels for you.”
Capturing him from every angle, the rush that flooded through me as I saw it finally come together was incredible. “Your prince is watching you across the ballroom, pretty one. He’s found his sweet princess, but he doesn’t know Cinderella has a wicked side.”