“And you are. And I love that you let me… handle you like this.”
Like he really was my doll.
“I’d let you do anything, Daddy,” he said breathlessly. “I… I like it when you do. When you decide. When you don’t make me…”
He blushed harder, nibbling his lip without finishing.
He meant when I didn’t make him ask. Didn’t make him tell me what he wanted. Didn’t put any of the responsibility onto his shoulders, but took it all onto my own, where it should be.
Where we bothwantedit to be.
“I know,” I said as I finished undressing him, manipulating his limbs as necessary. Taking him at his word and exploring as I went. “And it’s beautiful.”
He blinked up at me. “It?”
“The trust you put in me,” I said, running my hands over his perfect form. Not perfect in that he was flawless, but all the more perfect for the small divot in his bicep, a vaccine scar most likely. For the cloud-shaped mole on his shoulder blade that I wanted to memorize the shape of with my tongue. For the way one of his dark nipples was larger than the other, and the way his cock—short, but so thick that my jaw ached just looking at it—listed off to the left as it bobbed in front of him, a long string of precum stretching from his tip almost to the floor.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, running my hands over every part of him except that. I would make sure it got taken care of soon, but I didn’t want to risk touching him there and awakening the worries about his performance that he’d shared with me.
Not yet.
Not when he was clearly thinking too much.
I wasn’t sure if it had been moving us under the brighter lights of the bathroom, or stepping onto the cool tile floor, or the act of undressing him, but he was no longer in the deep sexual daze he’d been in while we’d been kissing… and I wanted it back.
I moved behind his naked body, turning him so that we were both facing the mirror. “Look at you, dollbaby. Displayed for Daddy’s viewing pleasure. Can you stay like this for me while I prepare the shower?” I asked, watching his face carefully.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, showing no sign of his signature shyness. He did suck his lip between his teeth for a moment, but it was the way he did it when he was holding in a smile, not the nervous, nibbling version.
His eyes darted to mine, then returned to his own form in the mirror… and the smile broke free, just for a moment, before he sucked his lip into his mouth again.
“Do you like looking, beautiful?” I asked, my neglected cock throbbing. “Do you like to be lookedat?”
He startled for a moment, but then met my eyes in the mirror again and gave me one short, jerky nod.
“I like that you enjoy it,” I said, running my hand over his hair… down his spine… over his ass. He was all long limbs and smooth skin and mouthwatering cock, and I had a sudden vision of posing him near me as I worked every day.
A gorgeous display for my own personal viewing pleasure.
Or… something to be admired and shown off in front of others?
Both fantasies had their appeal, and both ended with my dollbaby taking my cock and giving me his cum, and if I’d been a less secure man, I may have wondered if that meant that five years of fucking a sex doll had turned what had started as a convenience into a full-blown fetish.
But I wasn’t that man. I had never believed in feeling any shame for the varied quirks of human sexuality. What I did believe in was figuring out my boy’s deepest, unspoken needs, and then fulfilling them. And right now?
He wanted to be admired.
I put my hands on his shoulders from behind, our height difference enough that I could easily see over his head.
“You’re so perfectly relaxed for me, sweet boy,” I said, reaching one hand around to caress his throat, then tipping his chin up ever so slightly and holding it there, extending the long line of his throat. “Can you stay relaxed, but also hold your head just like this?”
He started to nod, but I tskd, gripping his chin just a little tighter.
“No, dollbaby. Daddy wants to choose how to pose you. I want something pretty to look at while I’m preparing your shower. Can you hold it here for me without moving? Let me choose how to place you?”
His eyes widened, just a fraction, then, “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, right before he… liquefied.
There was no other word for it.
