He had on a different sparkly skirt this time, and the front had lifted there was a tent pole underneath.
He didn’t mean could he do my makeup again.
I didn’t hear what his Daddy answered, because all of a sudden I couldn’t hearanything, not over the rushing sound in my ears.
My knees turned to Jell-O and I landed in one of the empty chairs, my face so hot it felt like it was melting and my erection so thick and hard that I justkneweveryone could see it.
Which just made it harder.
Which just made me want Daddy to… to do something with it.
Andthatthought just made me evenharder.
I whimpered, the whole place and all the lustful sensations inside me and every wicked thing I was hoping would happen suddenly feeling like… like toomuch.
“Come here, dollbaby,” Daddy said, lifting me right out of the chair I’d landed in. He sat in the one next to it and placed me on his lap, wrapping one big arm around me and then repositioning me with my legs spread wide across his thighs and my back nestled against his strong chest. “That’s it, beautiful. Remember who you belong to.”
The rushing sound receded, his voice washing through me like a warm tide and his tight hold on me pushing the rest of the world away until I felt settled and secure again.
“Remember, I’m in control here,” he murmured, stroking my chest, and across my shoulders, then all the way down my arms until he finally placed my hands—open and loose, palms facing up—on my thighs. “Nothing happens unless I decide it does, and I will never do anything with my precious dollbaby that would hurt it.”
I wanted to nod, or thank him, or tip my head back for a kiss, but a wonderfully heavy lassitude was creeping through me, making all of that impossible.
That was okay, though. Dolls didn’t move on their own. I didn’t have to doanything on my own. Not while Daddy had me.
And it didn’t matter what was going on around me, because he was here to take care of me.
“Your only job is to let me display you the way I choose, sweetheart,” Daddy whispered in my ear. “And if the demonstration excites me, I might also decide to play with you to keep your pretty cock from becoming too uncomfortable.”
Daddy was holding me so tightly against him that I could feel the slow, steady beat of his heart against my back.
I could also feel something else, growing harder and thicker underneath me, so mine started to thicken again, too.
Which wasn’t uncomfortable atall.
But I still wouldn’t mind if Daddy decided to play with it.
“That’s what I like to see,” he said with a low chuckle, his breath hot against my neck and his big hands making me feel secure. “I love knowing that you’re enjoying yourself, sweetheart. Love it when you’re good for me like this, getting yourself stiff and ready for Daddy to play with you.”
Yes. Please. That.
I wanted him to start playing right now, and it took everything I had not to push my butt down against the sizzling heat of his erection to let him know that.
He laughed, low and soft and filthy-sounding, like maybe he knew anyway. “I promise, Iwillplay with you. But first, I need you to blink once if you still want me to do it right here, or blink twice if you’d rather Daddy take you back to the room and play with you up there, in private.”
My brain was slow to process his words, the rhythm of his soothing voice filtering through before the meaning.
“Dollbaby?” he prompted, finally moving his hand—splayed wide across my stomach—down to cover the aching length of my most excited part. He used his other hand to turn my face toward him. “Do you want to stay? Blink once for yes, twice for no.”
Yes.
I let my eyelids drop once, then opened them back wide and held them there.
Daddy smiled, his hand caressing me right through my shorts and sending deep tendrils of fire curling around all my inside bits.
“And do you want me to let everyone see how beautiful you are when I play with you? Do you still want to be watched? Do you want Daddy to put all your pleasure on display, and let everyone see how I use my perfect doll?”
I blinked again, just once, then felt a surge of something wonderful—in my heart and in every other part, too—when my answer made him groan.
