They didn’t have to move, or figure anything out, or do anything at all other than… than be played with.
“Ilovetea parties!” Sam said excitedly, tugging on my arm.
“Sam,” Daddy said sternly, gently pulling his hand away. “Be patient, Little One. I haven’t decided whether or not to loan you my doll yet.”
Sam’s eyes went wide. “Sorry, Mr. G.”
“Would you… would you want to do it that way, Sam?” I asked, biting my lip.
He grinned, bouncing again. “Yes! I could dress you up!”
I shook my head. I didn’t want that. Daddy did that, and that was… that was something different.
“Wait, I already did,” Sam said, giggling as he tugged on my shirt.Hisshirt. On Princess Celestia. “But I could serve your tea, and put a crown on you, and eventalkfor you!”
Like I saw some of the other Littles doing, pretending their dolls and the stuffy were having a conversation.
“And I wouldn’t have to move,” I said, watching them.Theyhad to move their dolls’ bodies. Positioning their arms and pretending to have them drink the tea. Just like Daddy had done with me.
Well, notjustlike Daddy had done, but it looked just as peaceful, not to have to figure it out myself but still to get to… to play. With Daddy, it was peaceful and exciting. Here, it would be peaceful and… fun? A different kind of exciting. Or at least that was how I interpreted that stomach-swirling, heart-pounding fizzy feeling in my veins at the idea of being part of this group after all. Really a part of it, even if it wasn’t as a real Little.
But—
“And you’d stay here, too?”I asked, whirling on Daddy and clutching at his sleeve. Because itdidsound fun, but only if he was here to look out for me. I liked Sam a lot and I trusted him, but I wasDaddy’sdoll.
He smiled, slow and warm-syrupy. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t tear me away. I’m always possessive of what’s mine.”
I shivered, a delicious warmth stealing through me. “And that’s me? I would… I would still be yours?”
I needed him to say it.
“Always. Even if I allow Sam to play with you, you still belong to me. You’re my doll. My beautiful treasure. Daddy’s dollbaby.”
Every word had the quiet space growing in my head. Yes, I wanted to feel included here at the playdate, and experience the emotional and mental release I’d read about in all those blogs, and play with Sam, too. But the perfect part would be that I wouldn’t be doing it with Sam.
I mean, of course, I would. The actual playing part. But the… the doll part? The part where I knew someone else was in control, so I could let go of every worry?
Thatpart, I’d be doing with Daddy, even if Sam was the one serving me tea.
I wanted it. I wanted to do it. I did.
Daddy was watching me carefully, and he suddenly smiled. “Should Daddy decide?”
Andthatwas what I wanted, even more.
“Yes, please,” I said, wanting it always.
“Perfect,” Daddymurmured, leaning down to whisper the word right in my ear. And then he…lickedme there, and then bit down on my lobe, a little growl on his breath. “Mine.”
Oh, God. He wasmarkingme. All my parts woke up at once, but even though now wasn’t the time for that, I knew—knew—it was okay here. I didn’t have to hide it or be ashamed of it or even think about it at all, because Daddywasin charge.
And all I had to do was… was be myself.
Myself, as Daddy’s doll.
“Sam?” Daddy said, even though he was still looking at me. Looking at me like I really was his treasure. “I’ve decided to let you play with my doll.”
“Yay!” Sam shouted as a rippling heat shot through me. One that wasn’t quite the same as the kind that excited my parts, but definitely related to that.
