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)
It probably would’ve worked for longer than I wanted to admit, but I was grateful for the acoustics in Eli’s house.
Although I hadn’t appreciated Roman’s snickers, which was why I’d made sure to explain to Eli how wonderful Emerson looked in a tiara…and I might’ve dropped a few hints about how fairy-tale weddings were all the rage.
Roman was an asshole, but I was a bigger one.
He was going to look cute as Prince Charming.
Running my hand down his arm as I cuddled my pouting doll, I made sure my thumb stroked right against the side of his chest, earning a shiver from him. “I just want to be a good Owner for the best doll ever.”
That had some of the pout fading as Emerson stroked his hand over my chest. “The best dolls ever get lots of orgasms and their Owners watch over them very carefully.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by watching over him carefully, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to have that conversation, so I ignored it.
Yep, I was a terrible Owner, but a very smart man.
“I’m going to watch over my doll very carefully tonight and take very good care of him.” Hmm, maybe him. What kind of doll should he be tonight? Kissing his head, I stroked down the full skirt of his dress. “Tell me one thing my doll would like to have tonight.”
I was opening myself up to anything from cake to sex toys and everything in between, but I wanted to see where his mind would take the question.
“Hmm.” Tapping his lips, he made soft thoughtful sounds. I had a feeling he was trying to decide if he was going to be sweet or some kind of erotic fantasy.
“I think I should be bathed and dressed up in something pretty. Then you should use your doll to make you very happy.” It was the perfect Emerson answer, sweet on the surface and then delightfully erotic once I started peeling back the layers.
“That sounds like a wonderful plan.” It didn’t really tell me what he wanted, though. Well, he wanted to be controlled and cared for, so it was part of a plan, but that seemed to be as far as he would articulate.
Were those the most important aspects of submission to him?
Fuck.
Why did his answer to every question leave me with a dozen more questions?
Pushing those thoughts out of the way since they weren’t helpful in the slightest, I decided to focus on what I knew. He wanted to be bathed. That was easy and something we’d both enjoy, no matter if it was boyfriends showering together or Owner washing his doll time.
Kissing his head sweetly one more time, because that seemed to go with the dress more than a dirty make-out session, I gave his lap a pat. “Stand up. I’m going to get my pretty doll all clean.”
His sweet smile was completely manufactured to go with the outfit, but it was so perfect I gave him an innocent peck on the cheek which made him blush. “Thank you, Owner.”
“You’re welcome, pretty one.” Taking his hands as we stood up, I played the gentleman as I walked him through the house, the low heels giving him a faint sway to his walk that made me wish I were getting to walk behind him.
When we finally got to the bedroom, I stopped him by the bed and turned him around. “You were so pretty and ladylike today. I bet they had no idea what a naughty doll I have under this beautifully respectable dress.”
His soft expression lost some of the artfulness and faded to utter delight as I slowly started to unbutton the beautiful dress. “I had to show them what a good doll you have, Owner.”
And getting to play a new role made that even more attractive to my pretty doll.
“You were wonderful.” Kissing his neck as I released the last button, I played up the good husband role I’d been cast into. Running my hands up his back, I pushed the dress off his shoulders and started kissing down his neck. “They had no idea all the dirty things I’m going to do to my doll tonight.”
Yes, this was what my sexy doll wanted.
I should’ve taken a step back, we’d only known each other a week, but honestly, this was slower than him moving in. I was obviously making the best choice under the circumstances and could call myself a wonderful Owner.
Yep, this was definitely slower than living together.
Some decisions were all relative.
“Oh, Owner…” Emerson’s voice was pitched sweet and slightly shocked and I had to smile. “You’re… I want to be good for you, Owner.”
Clearly, my sweet housewife was shocked by what her husband wanted to do, but she knew she shouldn’t say no.
“You’re going to be a very good girl for your husband, aren’t you?” As I pushed his dress down just enough to run my hands over his chest, thumbing his nipples, I had a flash of probably unreasonable fear that he’d get pissed, but he just melted into me, arching his chest up.