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)
Understatement of the year.
“I also didn’t find the right partners when I was first exploring dollification…well, my version of it.” It was not something that people had responded well to.
“Which is very tied to your work?” Emerson’s question wasn’t a surprise. As I nodded, he smiled, pleased with himself again. “Let me know if I’m seeing this wrong?”
He paused, waiting until I nodded before continuing. “It seems like it’s closely tied to your creative side.”
Emerson chuckled to himself. “This is going to sound very repetitive, but it’s that need to create and have your creation belong to you that seems to be what you like about it?”
Yes, creation was a big part of it, so I had to chuckle at the repetition.
I must’ve looked more relaxed or more something because he smiled and kept talking through his thoughts. “It’s not something I see as objectification or where there’s an emotional disconnect between you and your doll.”
He gave me a flirty grin before pointing to himself. “Me.”
“Oh yes. You.” There was no one else who’d ever fit so perfectly into my fantasies and my life. “My doll.”
His beaming smile came out, pleased to be mine and just happy in general. “Yes, Owner. I’m yours.”
Cheeky doll.
“So I don’t want you to worry about how I’m going to react if you say something I don’t like.” He frowned, looking very serious like a sexy industry leader that was ready to take me to task. “I have my safewords, and I bet if I just looked at you funny in a scene, you’d shift it to something different.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“I do my best to read you when we’re in that moment.” Before I could finish the rest of my sentence, he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Damn it. I just talked you into waiting and going slower.” He radiated frustration as he huffed, delightfully offended at what he’d done to himself. “How did that happen?”
How did he keep getting cuter?
“Because you realized that I need to read you well but you’re playing a role in the scene where you’re not supposed to react.” I shrugged. “It’s what made it so hard. It seems easy compared to a lot of other types of BDSM. I’m not tying you up or making you kneel for long periods of time. But it requires a strong connection or it feels…”
“Too separate.” Emerson was still huffy, but he nodded slowly. “Yeah, and the staying still part is harder than people realize.”
Especially for him.
Emerson finally pulled back his pout, sitting straighter again. “What you’re saying is that we’re going to continue to build up trust and a stronger connection before we go too fast.”
I felt like I should apologize.
“Yes.” As I spoke, his lips tightened, but he nodded and seemed to be in agreement even if he wasn’t happy about it.
But his brain was an amazing place and skipped right to something else.
I knew I was in trouble when he shifted in his seat and his legs moved to cross in the other direction. It was wonderfully distracting, and when I finally looked away from his shapely limbs, he had a twinkle in his eyes.
“Please describe how you define going slow.” His sexy professional look now radiated high-power CEO earning his pay in tense negotiations. “I would also like to know if it’s an emotional scale or a physical one.”
Hmm.
Now I was the one leaning back and studying him.
“Your mind is a beautiful place, pretty one.” My response had his sweet smile peeking out before he brought his hand up and wagged his finger.
“No distracting me with sweet words.” Narrowing his gaze, he squared his shoulders. “Please continue.”
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to spank him, fuck him, make love to him, or just lock him in a closet so I could keep him.
Some of those options were healthier than others, but it was the stray thought that said he probably wouldn’t object to any of them that put me back on track.
“Alright. Scales and definitions.” He was too distracting like this. “Let’s say both.”
He wouldn’t like vague, so I tried to talk my way through what was flooding my mind. “First, let me ask how you feel about penetrative sex.”
That got me a nod, probably for my professionalism. “I’m an enthusiastic bottom, but I am a proficient top if that is what you would enjoy.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to smile or ask him how he knew he was proficient.
He was fascinating.
“I’ve actually never bottomed so I’m not sure about it, but if you like penetrative sex then that’s a significant marker for me.” I wasn’t sure what he’d say, but he managed to surprise me.
He shook his head and sighed. “People need to understand that big sexy Owners have prostates too.”
Hmm.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to respond, he just continued with his sympathy.