But maybe I shouldn’t assume before checking them out.
I’d have to see what Rene thought. I was under no delusion that just because he granted me control, I would always have all the answers. After all, before last night, I never would have imagined that treating him like a sex doll would have put that dreamy, peaceful look in his eyes.
Although no, I hadn’t treated him like just a sex doll. He’d beenmydoll. My dollbaby. As much to be displayed and admired and cherished as used for—and given—pleasure.
And maybe thatwasthe answer. I hadn’t seen anyone here at the kink weekend doing anything similar, but Rene and I didn’t have to fit into a designated kink. I could care for him as organically as I had with Blair, trusting my instincts and giving Rene the freedom to follow his. Following his cues, always being his safe space, and moving heaven and earth to meet his needs.
Even—no,especially—the needs he didn’t even realize he had yet.
Which, thinking back on the cues he’d already given me, gave me an idea. One that meant we would be attending the demonstration tonight, after all.
But first, I had to go find my boy.
18
Rene
“I’m sosorry about your shirt,” I said, feeling guilty as Sam dabbed a napkin at the ketchup I’d accidentally dropped onto the Princess Celestia T-shirt he’d loaned me.
Princess Celestia, it turned out, was a unicorn who Sam insisted I call a pony even though, on the shirt, she looked like a human with multi-colored hair? I didn’t get it, but he was so nice about it that instead of thinking I was dumb for not recognizing one of his favorite cartoon characters, he’d just acted excited about the idea of the two of us watching the show together at some point.
It probably wouldn’t ever actually happen, but it was still a nice thought.
Sam blew a raspberry, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “I told you, Rene, it’s fine. Bradley and Dennis let me use the washers and dryers here, and the head of house cleaning knows all the tricks to get anything out.”
“But maybe I should go up to my room and change?” I asked, holding the shirt away from my chest and almost making my eyes cross as I looked down at the blotchy red mark. “Run it under water or something?”
“Nah, let’s just go play!” he said, flapping a hand at me again. He tossed the napkin into a trash bin and grabbed me, dragging me toward the breakfast room, which had been designated as the Littles’ play room for the afternoon.
I bit my lip, working it between my teeth, and tried not to worry about what kind of games would be happening there. Obviously, there wasn’t going to be a bouncy house set up inside the hotel, so maybe it would be okay?
Besides, I wanted to hang out with Sam. He seemed to have meant it that first night when he’d said he wanted to be friends, so even though I still didn’t really understand why, it was nice.
“Blocks!” Sam said as soon as we entered the room, pointing at a corner of the room set up with… um, yeah. Lots of colorful blocks. And other things? I didn’t know what all the toys were called, but they looked… stressful.
“What do you want to build?” I asked, dragging my feet.
“A spaceship!” Sam said. “Or a zoo? Or how about Princess Celestia!”
My palms started to sweat, and I looked down at the shirt again. “That sounds complicated.”
And not like something that the chunky blocks were designed for, but I didn’t want to say so.
Sam suddenly whirled on me, his eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at my face for a minute. Then he yanked me over to the edge of the room where a bunch of big fluffy pillows and squishy-looking beanbag chairs were piled, glancing furtively from side to side like he thought he was being sneaky.
I was pretty sure it wasn’t possible to be a bouncy ginger wearing a hot pink crop top and actually be sneaky, but again, I wasn’t going to say so.
“Rene,” he whispered really loudly once we were… right behind a row of Daddies sitting in chairs, and about five feet away from three Littles in princess crowns who were having a tea party for their dolls. “Do you not like playing?”
My shoulders slumped. “I’m just not very good at it.”
Sam wrinkled his forehead. “Well, there’s no bad way to play? You just… play.” But then he flapped a hand in the air as if waving that comment away. “But that’s not what I asked. Do you like it?”
I thought about lying, but he’d already guessed, so I didn’t.
I shook my head.
Sam cocked his to the side, looking at me quizzically. “Well, what do you like to do, then?”
