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)
If I was reading him right and he wasn’t just telling me what he thought I wanted to hear.
Fuck.
No. I was going to focus on the here and now and giving my sweet doll a reward.
Stroking my hands up his chest, I forced him to sit still while I swept the shirt over his head. “You were a good doll for finding something of your Owner’s to wear. I like seeing my pretty doll dressed up in my clothes.”
The praise had him moaning deeper than any spanking or blow job ever could, so I focused on the words, not just my touch as my hands spread over his chest. Teasing his nipples, I rubbed them softly with the pad of my thumbs before flicking them.
“Do you know the best thing about a doll?” My question had him shaking his head as he barely held back another needy sound. “You can dress them up so many different ways. I could make my pretty doll a princess, or a fairy, or a naughty patient who needs a thorough checkup by the doctor.”
“Oh…” He melted into me again, smiling like I’d promised him the moon. “I’d be a very good little slut too, Owner.”
Well, it was good to know that he didn’t mind that word.
But there were a thousand other questions I should’ve asked before I started talking dirty to him.
How did I always end up doing everything backward with Emerson?
“You’re a wonderful doll.” I gave him another soft kiss as I took the fantasies up another notch. “You would be the prettiest sex doll too. Could you be very still and look so sweet while your Owner did wicked things to his pretty doll?”
The shiver and the precum that was now making his panties wet said yes.
“Oh, Owner.” His tender tone and the way his eyes lit up made it impossible to deny his reaction. “Staying still is so hard, I would be a very good sex doll for you. I would have the tightest, most perfect hole ever for you to use.”
Wasn’t I supposed to be rewarding him?
I was just as hard as he was, and remembering why I’d wanted to go slow was getting more and more difficult.
Just thinking about it seemed to send another shiver through him. “You…you could dress your doll up in something sexy or tie me up.”
I was going to start making notes because he was a wealth of wickedly wonderful ideas when he started fantasizing.
“I could tie my doll up with pretty ribbons that matched your outfit, but you’d still have to be very still.” He had some kind of love-hate relationship with being still, and I couldn’t believe that no other Doms had made him fight his wiggles in a scene.
Clearly, that sweet and innocent act had fooled or just distracted too many people.
His legs tightened around me and his needy expression went foggy as he imagined the scene. “Oh…Owner…”
“You’d be such a pretty sex doll.” Pinching his nipples again, I forced everything else but the fantasies to the back of my head. “I’d have to dress you up so you looked tempting and slutty, though. Maybe nipple clamps that looked like piercings or ones that had chains that went down to a cock ring? My doll would be very sexy like that.”
A jolt of pleasure fired through him as he started rocking back and forth again, rubbing his dick against mine and then shifting back just enough to make sure I tugged harder on his nipples. “I…I should have a plug too. That matches. Your doll needs to be sparkly and naughty.”
Sparkly sex doll.
Got it.
I was pretty sure I should remember anything and everything could be sparkly as long as it was in character with whatever kind of doll he would be at the moment.
“My doll might need sparkly cuffs too, so I could position it anyway I wanted.” His enthusiastic moan said he approved of that idea too.
“If my doll was very well behaved after I used its tight little hole, I might even get the brush out again or even a small flogger to make it even more pretty.” One more rough tug of his nipples as he rocked into me had him shaking as his orgasm fired through him.
I kept up the pinches, encouraging him to grind against me as his pleasure just kept going. When he sagged and his body almost seemed like it was deflating like a well-used blow-up doll, I released his nipples and hugged him tight.
“Your sex doll popped, Owner.” He giggled, resting his head on my shoulder. “You were so good you overwhelmed it.”
Chuckling, I turned and kissed his head. “My sex doll will be very missed. It gave its life for a wonderful cause.”
Snickering, he cuddled closer for another few moments before he popped up with a quizzical expression. “Owner?”