Doll Parts (The Game 4)

“The heart wants what the heart wants.” I shrugged.

“Hm.” He set down his beer again and sat forward. “Well, no exciting birthday plans. KC and I usually order pizza and take it easy. Come here.” He pointed to his lap, and I swore my heart jumped. Here we fucking go. “I want to hear about your knee injury.”

Screeching halt.

What?!

He wanted me on his lap to discuss a freaking injury?

I squashed my hopes for the moment and hitched a leg over his lap to straddle him. My gut tightened, and a sensation tingled its way straight to my cock. Couldn’t be helped. I’d never been this close to him before. The fine hairs on his thighs scratched against mine, the contrast such a turn-on. Contrasts in general were sexy as hell. Soft against hard, coarse against smooth, old against young…

“How long can you kneel for?” he wondered.

“Um. About ten minutes, maybe?” It was hard to focus when he was easing his hands up my thighs in the most torturous way. He was barely touching me, just ghosting his palms upward. I couldn’t look away. His natural tan against my paler skin was another contrast I found sexy.

“And how did you injure yourself?” he murmured.

Fuck, he was close with his thumbs when he decided to move his hands down again.

“Rough landing during practice.” I bit my lip, shifting my stare to his crotch. The dark green of his swimwear looked too close to black, and the loose material made it impossible to see…well, definition. “I twisted it somehow and banged it against concrete. Tiny-ass fracture, but it messed me up. For competitions, anyway. It hasn’t stopped me from living a normal life.”

He hummed. “We’ll have to make sure you take care of it properly.” He settled his hands on my knees and parted them in a swift move.

I sucked in a breath.

“This is usually how I want my pet to kneel,” he said. “Toes and knees on the floor, legs parted wide, palms showing against your thighs. An open pose, displaying you for everyone.”

Heat rose to the surface of me, lust burning higher than the temperature of the water.

“Sometimes you’ll have underwear on,” he continued. “I want to order you some. Black briefs with my name on them. Property of Master Lucian. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

God yes.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

“And sometimes…” He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of my Speedos and tugged them down. I was quick to help him out, squirming out of them altogether. “I’ll parade your naked body around just like this.” He took a deep breath through his nose and stared at my cock. “So perfectly smooth, Cam. Just the way I like it.”

Maybe I knew that already.

He brushed his fingers along the soft skin above my cock, and I couldn’t help but shiver.

“Sweet, sweet little boy.” He exhaled. “Do you wax everywhere?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good pet. Good, good pet. You’ll keep doing that for me.”

“I will, Sir.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t get any needier for something he seemingly enjoyed dragging out, he pulled me closer, flush to his body, and gripped my chin.

“I’m sorry I took so long, Cameron.” He flicked his warm hazel gaze to different points on my face—my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth… “I’m sorry I wasted all this time.”

My heart thrummed faster and faster. “It’s okay, Sir.”

“It’s not,” he replied soberly. “I could’ve used your kind heart in my life sooner. And this tight, sweet little body in my possession.” He prevented me from being able to respond when he gently forced two fingers into my mouth and pushed them along my tongue toward the back of my throat.

Fuck me!

I wrapped my lips around the long digits and licked them. At the same time, there was no use in trying to hide my hard-on, so I tried to press it against his stomach. He had to feel what he was doing to me.

A low rumble of desire emanated from his chest, and he leaned forward and grazed his teeth along my jaw. “I will make you my slave, Cam.”

I couldn’t stop the whimper even if I’d wanted to. His promise bolted through me, then crashed over me like the most forceful wave, before it settled into a pool of cement in my stomach.

Then his fingers were gone, and he squeezed my jaw as he captured my lips in a slow, hungry, demanding kiss. He swept his tongue into my mouth, pushing it around my own tongue, sliding it deeper, stealing my breath, robbing me of my ability to function. I fucking melted against him. My arms somehow ended up locked around his neck, my will was no longer my own, and for the first time in I didn’t know how long, I was ready to throw myself into the abyss with the knowledge that someone would catch me.