The sound was so low that I was sure no one but me could have heard, and the way he subtly thrust himself against my butt and pressed down against my erection with his hand made me feel…
It made me feeleverything.
“Christ, sweet boy,” he whispered, his eyes burning all the way through me. “You are everything I could ever want. I’m so proud to have such a pretty doll to show off here. Now, eyes front—” he moved my head again, turning it back to face the stage, “—and remember, Daddy enjoys it when his most precious possession is aroused by what it sees. You will please me by being a good doll and letting anything you like affect you. I want your cock to stay nice and hard so I have something to play with.”
A delicious shiver went through me. He truly didn’t mind all the sexy things happening around me turning me on.
No, hewantedthem to.
Knowing that made all the eyes I imagined were on me right now feel like a thousand naughty caresses, so good it had my skin tingling and my nipples pebbling and my parts trying to burst right out through my shorts, my erection pulsing so furiously against the weight of Daddy’s hand that it felt like I couldn’t… I couldn’tnotmove.
But I didn’t.
Because dolls didn’t move on their own.
Because being good for him was, wouldalwaysbe, more of a turn-on than anything else, even finding my own relief.
Someone sat down in the seat that had been mine, but Daddy didn’t take his hand off me. Instead, he started blatantly rubbing my erection through my shorts, so lightly that I didn’t think I could stand it, but so relentlessly that I couldn’t help but let my lips part a little, my lungs straining for air as I started to pant.
I didn’t squirm, though.
I was… I was good.
“This is the doll you told me about, Edward?” the man sitting next to Daddy asked, his voice full of admiration… and something hotter. Something that made me shiver again and had my hips shifting up before I could stop them, because the heat in his voice had Daddy’s hard length pulsing underneath me, too.
Daddylikedknowing other people admired what was his.
He pressed down on my shaft again, and I forced myself to be still, wondering how on earth I’d ever felt like my parts didn’t work.
For Daddy, they worked overtime.
“Yes, Bradley,” Daddy said, pride in his voice as he held me in place. “This is my dollbaby, Rene. I brought him so I’d have something to play with if the demonstration gets… heated. “
Daddy made the word “heated” sound so dirty that I almostdidsquirm.
Being his doll here in public was different than when we were on our own. That quiet space in my head was still peaceful, but it had gotten noisier the minute this Bradley person had sat down. Not noisier because it was filled with anxiety and worries, though. No, knowingfor surethat Daddy had someone to show me off to filled me right up with shivery cravings and the kind of things that only he had ever made me feel; things that made my parts throb and my breath quicken and made me ache for him and want to beg him to display me evenmore.
The man called Bradley laughed, low and dirty.
“Oh, you can count on the demo getting heated,” he told Daddy, his words like slow background music as I sank back against Daddy’s chest and let the heat of his hand, still resting on top of my erection, roll through me in delicious waves that made me want to spread my legs even wider for him.
I didn’t, though.
If Daddy wanted to adjust my position, he would.
“That boy of Dennis’s lives for a good spanking,” Bradley was saying, “and he loves an audience. He’ll probably come with his cock totally untouched by the time Dennis gets through up there, especially if this crowd ’enjoys’ the demonstration as much as I suspect they will.”
“The boy will come just from being spanked?” Daddy asked, his voice gravelly in a way that made me think the idea excited him.
No, I knew it did. I could feel the evidence of it under my butt.
“From being spanked, from being watched, from the smell of all the lust in the air,” Bradley answered, laughing again. “He’s a little firecracker.”
Daddy rumbled in his chest, his hand moving over my erection more firmly, and before I could worry about whether or not it was what Bradley had said about the boy on stage that was exciting him—whether Daddy was touching me, but thinking of someotherboy coming—his next words to Bradley reassured me that he was only thinking of me. “I wonder if my dollbaby could learn to do that for me? He’s so beautifully responsive. If I told him to come…”
Heat shot right down my spine, so hard and fast that I whined and pressed up against his hand before I could help it.
I’d doanythingfor him.
