An actual whisper, not a Sam-whisper.
“Yes,” Sam Sam-whispered back, and that…
Should have had me breaking out in nervous hives. But instead, all I could think of was the way Daddy had asked me if I liked to be looked at when he’d posed me in front of the mirror last night… and how it had felt to be on display for him… and how easy it had been to let go of my worries and let myself enjoy it all when it wasn’t… it wasn’t even me.
It was Daddy’s dollbaby.
I shivered, my parts starting to react.
Sam grinned. “I know, right?” he said, staring right at my crotch. “I get the same way.” He started bouncing excitedly, which shouldn’t have been possible in a beanbag chair—it certainly wouldn’t have been in mine—but which Sam still somehow managed, because he was Sam. “I love to watch,” he said, not acting even a little bit ashamed of that, or by the fact that he’d just admitted to noticing my growing erection. “And the best part is no one even cares if we get ourselves off while we do!”
“Oh my God,” I whispered, my face flaming so hot that I had to slap my hands against my cheeks.
I had never been so embarrassed in my life.
Kind of.
But also, maybe I wasn’t? Because somehow, Sam made it feel perfectly normal to talk about all these things, and even… even to think about doing them. In public. On display. With other people watching.
My heart was suddenly pounding. “That’s really happening tonight?” I asked. “A… sex demo?”
“Yes!” Then Sam rolled his eyes. “Except Bradley and Dennis don’t like it when I call them sex demos, so don’t repeat that, okay? Even though almost always, that’s what ends up happening.” He grinned. “Tonight is the spanking demo, though! So whether anyone gets off or not, it will already be super sexy. Do you like to be spanked?”
I shook my head.
I’d never been spanked, but it didn’t sound fun to me. Not at all. I didn’t really like things that hurt, but even worse was the idea of Daddy ever thinking I needed to be spanked. Of having done something wrong enough to deserve it. Of… of having disappointed him.
That was probably why it had felt so good to be his dollbaby. Well, part of it, anyway. That hadn’t been about having to do things, it had just been something I could be.
There hadn’t been anything I even could do wrong, because I hadn’t had to do anything at all.
“Are you sure you don’t like being spanked?” Sam said, doing something silly with his eyebrows. “Because you are smiling really big right now.” Then he waved a hand at me. “Well, Rene-big, at least.”
“I’ve never been spanked, but I don’t think so,” I said, blushing again. “But Daddy did do something that I liked. Um, last night?”
Was I really going to tell him?
My face got even hotter, but yes, I was.
I had never once imagined having a friend like Sam, but even if we’d only just met, he really did feel like a friend already. The type of friend who wouldn’t think it was weird if I liked things that were, well… weird.
And even better, the kind of friend who might understand why I liked them, even if I didn’t.
Or at least the kind who would think liking them was perfectly okay and normal.
“What was it?” Sam asked, leaning forward excitedly. “Please tell me it’s naughty! You are so red right now.”
“He let me be… a doll?”
Sam blinked, cocking his head to the side. “Like, a sex doll? A Barbie doll? Did he put makeup on you and dress you up and play with you?”
“Not… exactly,” I said, although the sex-doll part and Edward playing with me sort of fit. “Maybe more like, a mannequin?” No, that wasn’t right either. “I was something that belonged to him. And he… he posed me.”
That was all true, but it still didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound big enough. It didn’t match how it had felt. All floaty and wonderful and peaceful… but exciting, too. Sexually exciting, for sure, but also exciting in other ways, like the feeling I’d gotten inside from being watched and admired and valued like that.
And from being able to excite Edward like that, all just by being his.
But for a second, I worried that Sam was somehow going to twist it around to become yet another thing he didn’t like about Edward. Because saying it out loud kind of made it sound like Edward had treated me as a thing, when—
