Maybe.
Daddy said I was beautiful, and whatever the boy did to me, I just… I wanted to still be beautiful. For my Daddy.
Daddy smiled at me. “Rene is a delicate porcelain doll,” he told the princess. “He’s fragile and perfect and must be played with carefully and handled with respect. He’s made to be posed, and watched, and treasured.”
Something warm and wonderful bloomed inside my chest. Yes. That was it. That was exactly it. A porcelain doll. Something delicate to store on a high shelf, not a Barbie for grubby little hands to bang around.That was what I wanted to be for Daddy.
Well, I also wanted to be another kind of doll for him, but not right now. Not in public.
“Ooooooh!” The princess’s lips made a round O, and he gently stroked his fingers over my cheekbones. “That soundsperfect. He’s going to be so pretty.”
“Can you do my makeup, too?” Sam interjected. “I want to look like Princess Celestia.”
“Sure! You’re going to look so good. I even have spray-in hair color. Did you see the episode where she gives the spell book to Twilight Sparkle?”
“Yes!” Sam enthused.
The two of them started chatting, and I let it all wash over me. I wasn’t here. I was just a toy. Daddy’s doll. And I was… completely at peace.
The princess boy’s sure, soft fingers found my chin, tilting it up for the angle he wanted. He started smoothing something over my cheeks with a blocky bit of foam. It felt a bit tacky and strange, but thrilling, too. I was the center of attention, and yet not here at all.No pressure, because I was, literally, a doll.
Daddy licked his lips, drawing my eyes to the movement.
He looked satisfied and pleased. More relaxed than I’d seen him since he’d first walked into The Plazerra’s lobby to check in. AndIwas the reason for that. I didn’t know how I knew, but I was sure of it. Being his doll didn’t just fill my own head with lovely quiet, it did something for Daddy, too.
In all the talking we’d done, the bits and pieces of his life he’d shared with me so far, I’d gotten the impression that he didn’t usually slow down for anything. He was… focused. Intense. Successful and driven.
But right now, all that intensity was focused on me. The world had stopped for him, too, allowing him to just lean forward in his chair and watch me, looking like there was nowhere he’d rather be.
Andthrillingme—thrilling me deep down, and in all my lower parts, too—I could see that behind his relaxation, underneath the peaceful enjoyment he was taking in just watching over me, a deep core of arousal still burned.
Arousal forme.
A core that was echoed in myownbody, too.
I was a good doll. I hadn’t moved, not unless Sam or the princess had moved me. My back was starting to stiffen and the itching sensation near my nose randomly came and went, but all the “bad” feelings somehow didn’t feel bad at all. They gave me a sense of purpose and contentment, a strange merging of physical ache with blossoming pleasure. And all of it, all of it was worth it to see how my stillness, how being Daddy’s perfect doll, affected him.
I would never move again if I could just keep that look on his face.
I met Daddy’s eyes as the sparkly princess kept working on my face, and Daddy didn’t look away. And those warm brown eyes of his, fixed so intently on me… I got lost in them. Lost in his approval. Lost in the impersonal, yet intimate, feeling of someone touching my face and moving me as he saw fit. Lost in howrighteverything felt, being motionless in a sea of movement. A part of it all, but without any pressure.The center of Daddy’s focus, but as calm as the eye of a storm.
I finally had to close my eyes when the princess boy gently pressed them shut to brush something over the lids, and the whole world disappeared. I could hear every sound more clearly than ever, but eventually, those faded away. There was an ongoing, anchoring, mild discomfort in my joints, but the only thing I had any interest in concentrating on was how much I was pleasing Daddy.
The pain and the pleasure, feeling the one andknowingthe other, the two sensations fed into each other in an endless loop, until they became almost one. One that I could drift and float away on. Let happiness bubble up inside me and lift me away from everything.
A warm hand suddenly smoothed down the front of my T-shirt, startling me back to awareness. I blinked open my eyes and jerked back before I even realized what I was doing, and the sudden movement made every fatigued muscle, tired from holding such perfect stillness, flare to life and start to ache.
I whimpered, blinking rapidly in the too-bright light and too-loud bustle of the busy room around me.
“Shhh.” That was Daddy’s soothing voice. Daddy’s perfect, gorgeous features suddenly leaning down over me.“You’re okay, dollbaby. I’ve got you.”
My insides relaxed, some of the muscle ache easing, too. “Hi, Daddy,” I whispered, my throat feeling dry.
Was it okay that I wasn’t a doll anymore? I had no idea how much time had passed. I hadn’t been asleep, though. Just floating.
“Hello, beautiful,” Daddy said with a smile that reassured me that itwasokay.
All of it.
