Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Where did I put those nightgowns?” Every once in a while, I got roped into making a sample of something for Eli and Preston, and I had a distinct memory of making a few nightgowns that didn’t end up going anywhere as a line.
There were too many packed closets for me to find it on the first try, but the third time was the charm. The nightgown had an almost old-fashioned feel, but the lacy straps kept it from looking boring. The best part was that Emerson was short enough that it would go down to his knees but the open look of the top would make him feel pretty and would highlight his muscles.
“Perfect.” Looking around, I found panties in the top drawer of a cabinet that held more random ideas and clothes. I was fairly certain they’d been something Eli had left here for a shoot, but the one thing I was positive about was that they’d never been worn.
The tag was still on them.
“Now it’s perfect.” Emerson would be cute and clothed.
Heading back into my apartment, I made sure the door was locked just in case someone decided to come in and work unexpectedly. We had regular work hours, but creative people weren’t always the best at sticking to them unless it was for a shoot or something with a deadline.
As I made my way through the apartment and into my bedroom, I could hear Emerson humming something that had a sexy beat.
He was naked again…or maybe it should’ve been still.
But at least he was dry and the way his eyes lit up when he saw the nightgown said he was pleased with my choices. “Oh, Owner. I’m going to look so sweet and innocent.”
The sweet part would be true…the innocent part would be a lie.
“Yes, you will.” Ignoring how odd the day had turned out, I focused on the parts that were logical and made sense. “You did very good drying off.”
“And I didn’t even fall.” Emerson twirled around. “Can you make me into a ballerina doll when we’re done with the corsets? I would look very pretty.”
The last thing I needed was another idea to work on, but I found myself nodding. “I think you would be a beautiful ballerina doll. Should we look for some ideas later? We’ll need inspiration.”
What the fuck was I doing?
I wasn’t even sure what was going on.
Emerson didn’t seem to care about that, though. His face lit up again and he twirled around, barely managing not to crash into the wall. “It’s going to be perfect, and Eli will be so jealous.”
Now that was a plan I could get into.
“He is going to be very jealous of my pretty doll.” Ignoring everything that we hadn’t talked about yet, I couldn’t help smiling at how excited he was. “But first you have to get dressed. Come here.”
He obeyed, looking wide-eyed and innocent as his stiffening cock led the way. “Yes, Owner. Clothes, and a tea party, and talking.”
Somehow he made that sound incredibly dirty, but I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to pull it off, so I ignored it.
I also ignored the twinkle in his eyes as I slipped the nightgown over his head. “That’s right.”
We had a plan, and as long as I ignored his naughty innuendos, we could stick with it.
Fuck.
I had to put the panties on him.
Okay, I’d ignore his flirty behavior after I got his cock tucked way and hidden.
Carefully removing the tag as he danced around, I crouched down as he came to a stop. He was the most fascinating sub I’d ever met, but I did my best to focus on the task at hand. Letting him get any kind of rise out of me would completely derail our plans.
I was a Dom and I was going to remember that.
Tapping his foot as he rested his hands on my shoulders, I ignored how warm his hands were. “Lift.”
Obeying sweetly, for the time being, he stepped into the panties without too much teasing. However, as I slipped them over his ass and managed to get his cock in without actually touching it, he pouted and sighed. “Talking first.”
“Yes.” Staying firm on that as I stood up, I told myself I was going to be careful with him and take care of him whether he wanted it or not. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”
That should’ve been easy, but he slipped his hand in mine, squeezing it and sending sparks through me with the innocent touch. “Yes, Owner.”
Focusing on his teasing grin was easier than thinking about my hard cock. “That’s a ridiculous title and we need to discuss where this is going before any honorifics are applied.”
Emerson nearly giggled.
Clearly, I needed to work on sounding sterner.
“Yes…Sir?” He cocked his head and gave me the cutest, most manipulative pout as we walked through the living room. “But you’re my Owner, so Owner is technically correct. You don’t just want to be my Dom. It’s more special.”