He was still upright, still standing with that gorgeous, fat little cock of his bobbing in front of his body, but every bit of tension he was carrying simply vanished, all at once, leaving him as close to boneless as he could be without actually moving.
The word ”relaxed” didn’t do the transformation justice. My boy became…pliable.
I brushed his hair back from his face, tucking some behind his ears. Rolled his shoulders back for him as his nipples pebbled on his chest, then reached around to roll them between my fingers—grinding my cock against the smooth globes of his ass—until they were rosy and tight and completely captivating.
“You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, which was utterly true. I shifted his hips, pushing one of his long legs forward so that the cut of the deep V leading to his groin was highlighted in the mirror. Then I wrapped my hands around his hip bones and let my fingers linger in the cut, pushing against him from behind again. “Do you see how sexy you look?”
Rene’s eyes were riveted to himself in the mirror, pupils blown wide again and chest heaving as he panted, but my dollbaby didn’t answer.
That was okay. He saw, and I didn’t need a doll who talked as long as I had one who knew he was cherished.
I repositioned his arms, moving one of his own hands to his hip, and for just a moment, I considered wrapping it around his cock instead. Making my baby watch as I used his hand to masturbate him. As I showed him once and for all that no part of him was broken. That every part was perfect. That everything worked exactly as it was intended to.
Under my direction.
But not this time. This time, I didn’t want to risk breaking him out of his trance by triggering any bad memories. And maybe I was wrong and it would have been fine—because it thrilled me that he was so enthralled with watching himself, with being on display—but there would be time to experiment more with that later. For now, I’d stick with the plan that I’d already formed.
Which meant I needed to get him in the shower.
I kissed his shoulder, reached around to stimulate his nipples again—because they looked so damn sexy reddened like that—patted his pert little ass, and stepped back to admire what I’d done.
“Oh, Rene,” I breathed out, my whole body responding to the gorgeous sight in front of me.
For just a moment, his eyes met mine, then they drifted back to settle on himself in the mirror, summer-bright and more brilliantly blue than the sky.
He took my breath away, and it wasn’t just how good he looked, it was also the deep satisfaction that stole over me as he held the pose I’d placed him in. No, as heglowedin it. Relaxed and at peace, with something in his expression that was freer-looking than I’d ever yet seen him, even as he held so perfectly, utterly still for me. Just as I’d told him to.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” I murmured, pressing a hand against the aching bulge of my own cock. “Can you comfortably stay like that for a few more minutes?”
It took him longer to pull his eyes off his own form this time, but he finally dragged them up to meet mine in the mirror. His lips parted, just a fraction, as if he was about to answer me… and then a flash of panic crossed his face and he pressed them together again.
Because I’d told him not to move.
But I’d also asked him a question.
I smiled, my cock throbbing under my hand. “You want to be so good for me, don’t you, baby? Daddy appreciates that. You can blink once if your answer is yes. Nice and slow so you don’t disturb the way I’ve displayed you. Or blink twice, quickly, if you don’t think you can stay in this position right now.”
The panic disappeared as quickly as it had come, and he gave me a single, slow blink… then dropped his eyes to my bulge andwhined, his ass clenching tight for a moment as his cock jumped with excitement.
“That’s right,” I said, my voice full of gravel as his reaction all but undid me. “This is what you do to me, sweetheart.” I stroked myself through my pants, then pulled them tightly against myself, giving him a clear view of how hard he’d made me. “This is what happens when I get to take care of you. When you let Daddy handle you the way you just did. This is how I feel when I get to admire my beautiful dollbaby like this.”
He started to pant, the flush of arousal on his skin spreading to color even more of him, andChrist. Someday—if he wanted to be my dollbaby again—I’d need to pose him in a position I felt comfortable leaving him in for even longer. On his back, or on his knees, or possibly reclined against a plush row of pillows with his cock and balls wet and hard and aching from all the filthy things I’d do to him with my mouth.
Then I would stand over the top of him—where I could watch every expression, every reaction, every beautiful sign of his need and arousal and unquestioning submission—and work myself over until I painted him with my cum.
Until I’d decorated him for my use.
Until he’d been marked asmine.
And then I’d keep him there, displayed just for me, until he whined like that for me again… and then I’d swallowhiscum, drinking it down until I’d gorged on it.
I gritted my teeth in an effort to calm the fuck down, then slowly let out a breath, pushing the fantasy away for later.
Right now, I needed to get my dollbaby in the shower, and then I needed to make sure that mouthwatering cock of his got the attention it deserved, and then—once I made sure he knew he had permission to talk again—I needed to make him come.
Byhishand.
To prove to himself that he could.
