At first it was too close, then the angle was wrong. But when he finally fixed it, holding it just right, I gasped.
I looked like me, but better.Somuch better. My skin was a smooth, pale swath, peachier than my normal color but somehow both matching it and flattening it out. Making me look… doll-like.
My fingers fluttered up near it, but I didn’t want to touch. My cheeks were rosy, but subtly so, making my face almost look like it was a different shape. More gently rounded. More… porcelain.
“Your eyes look like summer,” Daddy murmured, and he was right. They were so wide and blue that I almost didn’t recognize myself. My lashes even looked longer.
Two little braids framed my forehead, reminding me of the other sensation I’d felt and mostly ignored, too busy floating. Just gentle tugging on the side of my face. My hair was only on the longer side right now because I’d been too busy to get it cut, but I was glad, because it looked adorable this way. There were two tiny bows tied at the end of each braid, and when I looked over at Sam, he winked.
“I put those bows in!” he whispered, loudly enough that some of the Daddies watching nearby chuckled and smiled at him.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my eyes drawn back to the mirror Daddy still held for me.
I blinked back the moisture that suddenly filled my eyes. This was how I’d felt on the inside. I was Daddy’s doll. I wasn’t feminine-looking, or at least not quite. But I was beautiful.Actuallybeautiful.
“You’re perfect, Rene,” Daddy murmured, setting the mirror down and tilting up my chin. His eyes swept over my face. “My perfect doll.”
And then he kissed me, which was the most perfect part of all.
20
Edward
Greg’s commentabout pissing to mark my territory earlier hadn’t been entirely off base. I’d never been one to share what was mine, and possessive didn’t even begin to cover my feelings toward Rene. Still, watching how beautifully he had blossomed as I’d allowed Sam to innocently play with him earlier seemed to confirm my instincts, cementing the other plan I had for our night.
It helped to know that he hadn’t found being my dollbaby something he felt he had to hide.
“Did you know there’s a spanking demonstration happening downstairs tonight?” I asked him after making sure he’d had a few hours of rest and recuperation time back in our room.
Another difference from Blair, not that I was consciously cataloging them. Blair, however, had been the type who was energized by being around other people. A true extrovert. Rene, on the other hand, needed something different… and I honestly couldn’t say I minded the slower pace at this point in my life.
A nap with his Teddy and some indulgent meal delivery afterward seemed to have brought his energy back up to peak levels, though we’d unfortunately had to clean off his exquisite makeup. But now he looked beautifully rumpled and impossibly sweet as he sat curled into the corner of the plush loveseat when I came back from removing the trash.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it when my question had his face turning the most beautiful shade of pink, though.
At least, I wasn’t sure what to make of it until I noticed the growing thickness at his crotch.
“Um, yes? Sam mentioned the… the demonstration,” he said, looking down with a secretive smile, the kind I was already getting familiar with, playing over his lips. It meant he was pleased about something, which was… a good sign, in terms of my plans for him being on point?
Well, it was definitely good in terms of mutual exploration, I decided. I loved that for all his shyness and uncertainty, he kept pushing himself forward and staying open to trying new things. Hell, it was how he’d ended up here at The Plazerra, all on his own, in the first place.
So yes, it was a good sign, but I did have a moment of uncertainty at the idea that spanking might be something he decided he needed.
I ran a hand over his hair, pulling his head against my thigh to give myself a minute to think it through.
Would I do that for him?
My knee-jerk reaction was that I would do anything for him, but honestly, it didn’t sit well with me. But then again, neither did the idea of not providing everything he needed.
I frowned. Could Daddies say red as well?
I put a pin in that thought, since it wasn’t worth pursuing until I knew for sure that I understood my boy’s reaction to the mention of the spanking demonstration. And right now, that reaction was becoming ever more prominent between his legs… and damn if it didn’t do something to me to know that he wouldn’t want to take care of it himself. That he would need Daddy to take care of it for him. That my pretty little dollbaby’s cock worked just fine, as long as Daddy kept him out of his head and under my control. And damn, nowmycock was reacting.
But not here. Not yet. At least… not to completion.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” I said, stepping away to allow him room to do it.
He did, never questioning me… then gasped beautifully when I palmed him through his shorts, his thick, hard length immediately pulsing against my hand and swelling even more.
