My lips quirked up. Oh, he definitely wasn’t the only one. Rene and I weren’t alone as audience members who’d been engaged in erotic activity during the demonstration. But between the prominently displayed seats Bradley had reserved for us due to an earlier conversation I’d had with him, and the captivating vision that my boy, my sweet doll, made on my lap, it felt like every eye in the place turned to us.
The dazed-looking, well-spanked boy on stage was led away by his Daddy, which meant we were the main event now.
Bradley had been correct about the way the demonstration had ended—the boy had come beautifully, his cock completely untouched—but even that hadn’t been able to wrest my attention away from what was mine.
Throughout the demonstration, Rene had been sinking deeper and deeper into a place I felt privileged to be taking him. He’d kept his limbs so beautifully still, locked into the position I’d put him in, that he truly did resemble an inanimate doll… other than the prominent evidence his pulsing, leaking cock provided that he was very much mylivingdoll.
My living doll who I was more than ready to give some satisfaction to.
“Will the doors stay locked for a while longer?” I asked Bradley, adjusting Rene—who I’d had resting back fully on my chest up until now—into a more upright position. “I’d like to finish taking care of my doll before we return to our room.”
But I would only do it if I knew his privacy and safety—well, privacy within the context of a very public sex act—could be ensured.
Bradley glanced around at the crowd, most of whom were still in their seats. “I definitely think that can be arranged,” he said. “If your boy—”
“My doll,” I corrected him, to reinforce the experience for Rene.
He was very much both, though. Both, and so much more.
Bradley smiled, heat sparking in his gaze as his voice dropped by a full octave. “Yes, I meant if yourdoll—”
A subtle tremor went through Rene’s body, his cock pulsing in my hand, and I smiled.
“—needs attention,” Bradley went on, “then that, of course, will take priority over other scheduling issues.”
“Thank you,” I said, shifting Rene on my lap so that he was positioned at more of an angle, still allowing full exposure for others to view while also letting me have easier access to that gorgeous cock of his. “Nothing is more important to me than taking care of my precious doll.”
“As it should be,” Bradley murmured, his eyes raking over what was mine.
Shockingly, it didn’t make me bristle. Possibly because there was no doubt that Renewasmine, but more likely because it was exactly what my boy needed, and being the one to provide for him—in this way and every other—was so deeply satisfying that it overrode anything else.
And Rene did need it. Despite his body’s utter stillness, I couldfeelthat need, thrumming through him like an electrical charge, and the idea that he felt safe enough with me, secure enough in my care and protection, to allow himself to be seen like this, was almost more arousing than the physical part of it.
It wasn’t just control that was my kink, I realized. It wasthis. Being the provider, the caretaker, the safe space for the one who I—
Who I wouldcometo love.
Or, hell, who I already did love?
I shrugged off the thought. Semantics weren’t important. He was my forever now.
And fuck anyone else’s timetable for those things.
“Your boy is so pretty like this,” said a breathy voice to my left.
Another micro-shudder went through Rene’s body, and I carefully lifted one of his arms and repositioned it, hooking it around my neck and then spreading my legs wider to better support his weight.
And to better display him, of course.
I turned to the slender young man who’d spoken, smoothing a hand over Rene’s shirt to better display that, too.
“You mean my beautiful doll?” I gently chided him. The boy’s tiara helped me recognize him as the one who’d done Rene’s makeup at the tea party.
The little princess nodded, eyes riveted to Rene’s cock.
A thick, bearded man’s hand rested on his shoulder. I remembered him from before, too. He was the princess’s Daddy.
“I played with your dolly before,” the princess said shyly. “I was careful and made him so pretty. Can I pretty please play with him again now?”
