Oops.
I knew I’d made him too curious before the sentence was out of my mouth.
“It really does that?” Looking down between our bodies, he frowned at his panty-covered cock. “I read about that online but it didn’t make sense, and I couldn’t make it happen at home.”
“That could’ve been for a variety of reasons.” Giving him a quick kiss, I eased down the front of his panties until his cock jumped out, begging for attention. “Hands behind your back.”
Obeying without a second thought, my pretty boy did a cute little wiggle to make his cock bounce around for me. “He likes attention.”
“I can see.” He wasn’t going to get too much right off the bat, though. “Let’s see how he feels about this kind of attention.”
With Cece, it could go any number of different ways.
Hmm…was he going to be Cece anytime he was dressed up for me?
“But—”
He interrupted me with a giggle. “But it’s okay if I don’t like it and I need to use my safewords.”
Nodding, I gave him a stern glare that had him smiling even wider. “You’re looking to get a spanking but I’m not falling for it.”
He would’ve kept laughing, but I started rubbing the head of his cock with my thumb and that had him sucking in a breath instead. It took his body a moment to figure out how to breathe, but it eventually came back on track.
All the giggly distractions kept him from really feeling the new sensations, but once he relaxed again, he looked down at my hand and studied the gentle touch. “It’s almost relaxing? Maybe?”
Barely making a few circles around his slit wouldn’t be enough to make him come or frustrate him, but he needed a bit longer to really start to feel the sensations. “Let’s just see what happens.”
He had a high pain tolerance, so we weren’t going to rush into declaring it boring.
“What did you think about pretending to be a doll when we first met?” Just the question got a grin and a shiver, but part of it might’ve been because he simply liked being played with.
“Imaginary me loved it.” His naughty snicker was adorable but his hips started barely jerking as I continued to play with his cock. “Did you just plop me down on your lap and declare me your doll? It doesn’t sound like I had any choice at all.”
Since that seemed sexy to him, I gave a half shrug. “I’m your Owner.”
That got me silly sounds and another hip jerk as he did his best to ignore what I was doing. “Would you have spanked your doll if you made him come?”
“I wouldn’t have done anything. My doll would’ve just been naughty, so of course it would’ve needed a spanking.” Cece tried to pretend to be shocked, but the truth detector in my hand made that impossible. “Emerson would’ve just told my doll how pretty he was and Luca would’ve pretended he hadn’t seen any of it.”
Cece wanted to laugh but he shuddered and frowned down at his cock instead. The mix of reactions coming from him were fascinating, but nothing was even close to a safeword. “That’s…I stopped before when I…when I tried this.”
That explained a lot.
“It’s…” The way his voice trailed off and his brows pulled together made me think he didn’t know how to classify it yet.
“It’s new.” As he looked back up at me, I mimed taking in a deep breath. When he obeyed, I nodded slowly. “Good boy. You’re just relaxing and letting me play with my pretty boy’s cute toy.”
“You’re…you’re playing.” He tried to take another deep breath but the gentle touch was shifting into something toodistracting for him to ignore. “I think…I think you’d like doing this when I couldn’t move.”
“I would.” Lying wasn’t an option and wouldn’t have been believable either. “Knowing how hard you were fighting to be a good doll for me would make me proud of you and would turn me on. It starts off slow and builds gently until it’s almost overwhelming. Watching you fight back how you wanted to whine and wiggle away from it would be incredibly erotic.”
Something about suffering through the pleasure was making his brain rush in new directions because I could see it just behind his eyes and in all the expressions that were flashing across his face at lightning speed.
“My pretty doll would want to be so good for me, but it’s so many sensations in such a little touch.” His breath hitched as he nodded, but he didn’t give any indication he was ready to stop. “You like being my good boy, though, and you’d love knowing how hard you were making me.”
Blinking, he whined softly before nodding again. “It’s…I stopped too soon…Master, I…”
His cock throbbed as he slumped like the sensations were rolling through him in a wave. “I can’t think…”
