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)
I didn’t even gasp or orgasm.
My dick couldn’t be expected to behave completely because his head was too small for a decent-sized brain. But he didn’t jerk around demanding attention, so I was proud of him. Owner, on the other hand, was making it very difficult for me to behave properly.
He touched my cock…and not just touched like he’d accidentally felt me up at the grocery store. He trailed his fingers over it as he pulled my panties down, leaving me breathless.
I was a good doll.
I was a good doll.
I was a good doll.
Fuck. I must’ve been a very good doll because Owner gave a low, sexy chuckle as his hand finally wrapped around me. “That’s my pretty doll.”
His low, sexy tone made the words even more perfect. “You’ve been so well behaved tonight. You were nice to the waiter and you didn’t push when I told you we wouldn’t have sex. I’m very proud of you, pretty one.”
Did good dolls get rewards?
Scrunching my face up and closing my eyes so I didn’t ask and risk being naughty, I let out a breath and did my best not to get Owner all messy with my cum. “I want to make you proud, Owner, and…and I like meeting new people.”
The waiter had been very attentive and good at his job.
“You did.” Owner couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to reward me or punish me because he leaned in and pressed a kiss right where my leg met my torso. “I have the sweetest, prettiest doll.”
Oh, that wasn’t helping my ability to behave.
My dick liked the words even more than my big brain did, and that was going to be a problem if he kept saying sweet things while giving my cock such lovely attention. “Thank you…Sir.”
Oh, that made his hand tighten around me…good manners were definitely something I was going to remember. “I…Sir…I’m…”
Words. The little fuckers had escaped and I was left stranded.
Thankfully, my Owner was brilliant and knew what the problem was right away. “Come, pretty one. Show me how much my doll loves attention.”
He knew me so well.
I obeyed brilliantly too.
My orgasm fired through me making my knees wobble and my voice crack as I cried out. Owner’s wonderful touch continued and seemed to make the pleasure go on forever until my legs gave out and I fell back on the bed, finally opening my eyes.
As he released my softening cock, he chuckled, looking very pleased with himself. Standing slowly, he leaned his sexy, wide body over me and gave me a soft, tender kiss. “Are you ready for cake now?”
This was the best first date ever.
Pretty clothes.
Orgasms.
Cake.
Could it get any better?
Oh, pictures for Eli…clearly it could keep getting more incredible.
“Yes, Owner. Cake would be lovely.” And then it was going to be bedtime for Owner. “Thank you for a wonderful first date.”
I had the best Owner ever.
Chapter 12
Luca
Fuck.
Where was I?
Nearly falling to the floor when I tried to roll over confirmed that I was not in bed even if I did have a blanket over me, but it was the giggling that made me realize I wasn’t alone.
Opening my eyes slowly, I found Emerson sitting on the floor beside me, giving me a beaming smile and holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. It was the best sight ever. “I think I love you.”
Okay, not helpful because my sweet doll was sometimes just a bit literal.
“I know. I’m the perfect doll for you. Of course you love me.” He gave me a quick peck before waving his free hand and encouraging me to sit up. “And thank you for not falling on me.”
“You’re welcome.” As I shifted so I was sitting upright, I looked around the room. “Why am I in my living room?”
I decided not to ask why he was still here.
That seemed rude, and if I knew my pretty doll, he was going to tell me very shortly.
He shrugged and gave me a sweet smile as he handed over the cup. “Well, after cake, you sat down and said we were going to cuddle and talk, but that didn’t last long. So once you fell asleep, I tipped you over like a tree and tucked you in.”
I had a vague recollection of having good intentions of getting to know my sweet doll more, but he was right, there was nothing after that. “I’m sorry, Emerson. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on our date.”
I was trying to be polite, but his face scrunched up like he’d sucked on a lemon for the first time. “Oh, no I’m not Emerson here. I’m your pretty doll or your pretty one or your sweet doll. I’m only Emerson if I’ve been very naughty…the bad kind, not the good kind.”
He was so serious, I had to remind myself not to laugh.