Rene gasped, his hips jerking upward as his hands flew out to clutch the armrests on either side of him, and I grinned.
“I take it this means youdowant to go to the spanking demonstration?” I teased him, slowly undulating my hand over his hard length and greedily absorbing every one of the needy little whimpers I got in return.
After a moment, he answered me with a silent nod, but then pulled his lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it into a swollen mess.
So… conflicted, then.
I tsked, using my free hand to gently free his lip. “None of that, baby,” I reminded him, leaning down to sooth the spot he’d been abusing with a kiss, never letting up on the subtle pressure against his cock. “Sam isn’t the only one who I expect to take good care of what is mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, an intangible but undeniable aura of calm settling over him, as it always did when I staked my claim.
And that, for all that I loved to see it, had me second-guessing my plan again. I knew my dollbaby had enjoyed being displayed… forme. Would it damage his sense of security or reassure him that he truly was mine if I chose to display him for others, too?
“Did you enjoy it when I let Sam play with you?” I asked, deciding to ease my way into what I really wanted to bring up with a softball question.
I knew he had, and it had been unexpectedly satisfying to watch him played with—to watch himrelaxing—that way.
“I did, Daddy,” Rene said, nodding.
Something about the answer had his cheeks flushing beautifully. I wasn’t sure whether that was from the way I was still stimulating his cock, or a reaction to the memories of being my doll. I didn’t think there was any attraction between Rene and Sam—no, I was sure of it—so I wasn’t concerned that it was a reaction toSamplaying with him, or any of the other Littles, but I could definitely see my boy becoming aroused by the implication of ownership there.
Hell, I was aroused by it, too.
“Tell me what you liked about it, beautiful.”
When I’d asked immediately after, he’d said it had made him feel happy, but he’d been in such a dreamy state of mind that I hadn’t pushed him for details. Now, though, he was something more than happy.
His breath hitched, his cock pressing up firmly against my palm and almost tempting me to unzip his shorts so I could feel the silky heat directly.
But no. The more distractions he had from his tendency to start worrying about things, the more he’d enjoy the rest of our evening. And nothing was a better distraction than being too horny to think straight.
For now, I’d keep my hands off.
“Um, I liked… I liked that I’m yours,” he answered, starting to sound a little breathless as he confirmed my guess. “And I like the way I don’t have to figure out what to do or how to do it right, even when it’s Sam playing with me instead of you.”
That made sense, too, since he’d seemed so concerned about it.
“I’m glad, sweetheart,” I said, giving his cock a rewarding squeeze. “I was proud of Sam and the others for playing so nicely with you.”
Rene ducked his head, smiling, and nodded.
It had been the most innocent form of playing, and watching it had helped me truly understand what it meant to be a Little in a way I hadn’t grasped before, even when Rene had talked to me about it being “part of who a Little truly was.” Because Samdidregress. The way he’d taken such innocent, exuberant joy in the tea party hadn’t been an act. It had looked like a natural extension of his personality, just with the snark and sarcasm and adult veneer stripped away.
“Did you like thewaySam and the others played with you, baby?”
Rene nodded again. “I wasn’t sure how to… to do it right on my own. How to be a part of it? I’ve never played like that before. But it felt good to just be a dolly for Sam and the other Littles to play with.”
It had made me feel oddly proud to see how Sam had treated Rene. Like my boy, my dollbaby, truly had been just another one of the dolls at the table, another toy to be played with and incorporated into the game. Aprecioustoy, to be sure, but Sam had fully and unconditionally embraced Rene as a “doll,” throwing himself whole-heartedly into his own toddler-like enjoyment of the play date while allowing Rene to be a part of it in the way that he felt most comfortable with, too.
Watching Rene sink deeper and deeper into it had brought me peace. It had also been mildly erotic—especially the physicality of his transformation by the makeup artist—but without any urgency to that feeling. Mostly, seeing the same peaceful joy settle on Rene’s face that had been there the night before, when I’d posed him in the bathroom, had spread warmth into the deepest parts of my heart.
“I liked playing. Um,beingplayed with, but that doesn’t mean I’d want you to… to share me. Not all the time.”
Rene pulled his lip between his teeth, worrying it hard, and I immediately, tightened my grip on his bulge in a possessive hold. “I have no intention of sharing you. Letting others play with you is one thing, but Rene, you’re mine. My dollbaby.Onlymine.”
Rene’s cock pulsed in my hand, his lip popping free from his teeth as he took in a shuddering breath and subtly pressed up into my palm. “Yes, Daddy.”
And damn if his instinctive reaction to my claim of ownership didn’t have my cock swelling, too.
