Anything he said.
Iwould.
And coming on command? I… I didn’t think I could stop myself, not if he told me to.
Daddy tsked, the sound reminding me that dolls didn’t move on their own.
His free hand slid up under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my nipples, and this time, I managed not to whine. I couldn’t stop the way my eyelids drooped low and my fingers curled a little as another wave of heat rocketed through me, though. And when Daddy popped open the button on my shorts one-handed, pinching one of my nipples as he did so, my thighs trembled without my permission, a warm gush of precum spilling out of my tip as I imagined him… him taking me out and… and everyone seeing…
A filthy sound escaped me despite my best efforts, and Daddy laughed, the sound deep and satisfied-sounding.
“My precious doll,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just behind my ear.
“He’s gorgeous,” Bradley said admiringly.
“He is. And as you can see—” Daddy moved his hand to display the wet spot growing over my cockhead, “—he also requires a lot of maintenance. I assume the doors will be locked here, if I decide to take care of this during the demonstration?”
“Absolutely,” Bradley said firmly. “The hotel is closed to the public for the rest of the evening, and there are no recording devices allowed in here. You are completely free to play with him according to whatever limits the two of you have agreed on.”
“Hewilluse his safeword if he needs to,” Daddy said, making me shiver again, just because he cared so much.
On the stage, the young-looking Daddy got everyone’s attention, and started explaining things about discipline and safe spanking and how to… how to negotiate punishments? Funishments? Something about rewards?
Then his boy was bent over, his shorts so tiny that he might as well have been naked, and the Daddy was touching him everywhere, talking about how to spank safely and… and then doing it. Doing it while the boy shuddered, and begged, and shouted, and then—when the boy was sobbing in a way that had slick precum dripping out of me in a steady stream—he finally pulled those shorts all the way off him to display how red his backside was.
And then the Daddy started doing even dirtier things.
But for as excited as my body was, my head had gone quiet and sort of buzzy again. Daddy’s hand rested heavily over my erection with his thumb slipped under the waistband, and all the things happening on stage felt like watching an erotic porn clip in a foreign language, trying to listen to it through cotton wool.
It was sexy, but distant. I couldn’t concentrate, not with the way Daddy kept dragging his thumb across my leaking cockhead, over and over, whispering how gorgeous I looked and then finally unzipping my shorts and pulling my erection all the way out. And then… and then letting it rest in his hand. Pulse against his palm and leak all over his fingers. Casually tug on it every once in a while, or twist his palm over the head, or release it to roll my balls between his fingers until I felt like every nerve ending I had was sizzling, and if I didn’t orgasm soon I’d implode.
And yet, I had no interest in moving, or hurrying him along, and even though Daddy acted like he was paying more attention to what was happening on stage to what he was doing tome, I didn’t feel neglected.
It went on and on andon, and every now and then, he’d talk in low tones with Bradley, or adjust my position to expose even more of me, or tease my nipples again so they stayed hard enough to poke through the thin shirt.
But I was good.
I didn’t whine again, or thrust my hips, or grind down on his hard cock as it drilled into my backside.
I was so turned on my body felt electrified, but I was also floating. Daddy’s dollbaby. Something for him to enjoy whenhewanted to, whenhechose to, without any need to worry about or pay attention to whatever else was happening around us.
Until, all of a sudden, I had every reason to pay attention.
Because everyone was paying attention tome.
22
Edward
Spankingmy boy would never be for me, but I could certainly appreciate its eroticism. I simply couldn’t concentrate on it. Not with Rene on my lap. Not with the intoxicating contrast between his hard, leaking cock and his complete, boneless surrender. Not with every ounce of my attention attuned to his every sigh, his every subtle movement, his every fluttering heartbeat.
Giving him this experience had occurred to me as a way to fulfillhisneeds, so I was surprised to discover how incredibly fulfilling I found it, too. Not that I was surprised to be aroused. There was no way for me to be near Rene in a situation like this without that happening. But while I never would have pegged myself as either an exhibitionist or a voyeur, having him submit so completely to my control in front of others stroked a deeply primal place inside me that needed to claim him and have that claim indisputably, universally recognized.
Rene wasmine. So it wasn’t really surprising when my knee-jerk reaction was to growl as Bradley leaned in, just as the demonstration was wrapping up, and carefully asked, “Do you ever let others play with your doll, Edward?”
“Never,” I bit out, keeping my voice low and dialing down my possessiveness enough to continue a little more graciously. “We’re here for display purposes only.”
“Understood,” Bradley said, not seeming at all put out by my denial. “And I’m sure I’m not the only one who appreciates your generosity in bringing your doll out to play like this.”
