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)
His lips barely twitched, but then he started to worry about me again and frowned. It was very sweet, but he was going to give himself an ulcer if we weren’t careful about all this cuteness. “Let’s go talk.”
Oh, I didn’t like that at all.
This was definitely lap cuddle time. He couldn’t tell me anything I didn’t want to hear when I was on his lap.
I was so smart.
Giving him the most innocent smile I could, I nodded and grabbed his hand. “Hurry, Owner. I need to be cuddled.”
If he wanted to actually date me too, then he couldn’t say no to all my innocent perfection.
Owner laughed as I dragged him into the living room, and the happy, booming sound sent a shiver through me, but he got a sexy, serious look as I pushed him down on the couch and climbed on his lap.
As he wrapped his arms around me, he was going to tell me no about something, so I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m ready, Owner.”
Yep, it worked.
“Pretty one, we need to talk about the Owner and doll part of…all this.” Owner seemed very unsure about something, so I kissed his neck.
Kisses made everything better.
“I liked being your doll today.” Maybe if I told him how I felt, then it’d be easier for him to share? Owners and dolls needed to be able to communicate. That was very important. “I thought it’d be fun, but it was even better than I’d imagined.”
“It was?” Owner nuzzled my head and stroked his hand down my back as I snuggled into him and got even more relaxed. “It wasn’t…it didn’t make you uncomfortable?”
I knew we probably weren’t worrying about the same things—no one ever worried about the same things as me—but all I could do was answer the question I could hear. “Staying still was very hard. I’m naturally wiggly. But it made the scene even more perfect. It would’ve been okay if you wanted to touch your doll intimately to make sure everything was perfect, though.”
That would’ve been fun.
He groaned, hugging me tight before going back to softly cuddling me. “Yes, you’re my wiggly doll. But I was talking about being emotionally uncomfortable.”
I still didn’t get it.
He hadn’t been mean.
Owner had been very careful with me and hadn’t even played with my penis because he thought he should be a gentleman.
He’d been sweet and even made me a tea party.
And I hadn’t annoyed him, so what could I be upset about?
“Hmm, I was worried about how the pictures would turn out for a few minutes, but you’re very good with the camera. Oh, what kind of pants should I wear with the vest corsets you did for the more traditionally masculine ones? Eli says I have a very nice ass, but I want to make sure it looks good for the pictures.”
They were going to be mostly from behind, so it would be important.
Owner groaned, and the maybe-frustrated, maybe-worried sound said he wasn’t going to let me change the subject to something he was less worried about. “Pretty one—”
He still didn’t sound happy, so I was rude and interrupted. “Owner, what do you think about leather pants? I think they could go with some of the other pretty corsets too, oh, not that the masculine ones aren’t pretty. I think handsome is a better word for those. Oh, and I could go to the gym and make sure I look nice and masculine for those.”
There were tricks to making muscles look bigger and sexy for pictures.
Owner chuckled, but he was very stubborn too. “Stop distracting me.”
Hmm, I wasn’t going to promise that, so I kissed his neck again. “But—”
Now he was the naughty one and interrupted me. “No, you have to stop trying to change the subject. I’m not mad or disappointed or anything negative. I just need to know how you felt about the scene. I’m also curious about what you’re thinking about when you talk about being my doll.”
That could be very complicated if I let him worry.
Owners needed to be happy.
But since it seemed like he wasn’t going to let me talk about other things and sex was off the table until at least another date, I gave in. I was a very good doll. “Well, I know every kink or fetish or even just fun habit in the bedroom is different for everyone, and every couple, or throuple, or group, or polycule, or orgy partners.”
Had I left anyone out?
No, I wasn’t going to worry about that right now…and Owner’s quiet snicker said he wasn’t going to take offense if I’d forgotten one or two.
“So I’m going to admit to not knowing exactly what you wanted.” I wasn’t going to tell him I’d googled doll stuff, that didn’t seem helpful. There were too many variations. “But I loved it when all I had to do was stay still and you moved me around. Dusting me with the brush was so…I think having to stay still made everything better. But can we do the brush again? I liked that part.” I’d really liked that part.