Doll Parts (The Game 4)

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“You’re going to watch every second, freckles.”

I whimpered. He was here with me. He was here. My breaths came out even faster, shallower, and he carefully pulled me farther up the table. Until the back of my head hit his shoulder. He must be seated at the head.

“Open your eyes for us,” KC commanded.

“Ungh.” I forced my eyelids to obey. And the sight completely stole my breath, punching the air out of my lungs. Greer’s sexy hands and forearms, working my lower body. He held a finger in the ring of the sound, meeting my measured thrusts, and rolled my balls with his free hand. Because now I had KC here, his arms under my armpits, strapping me to the table. His scruffy cheek so close to mine.

I stopped clinging to the last shred of composure.

Tears filled my vision. It was too overwhelming. With Greer manipulating my cock, filling it, stretching it, and massaging my prostate…combined with my beloved KC holding me up, stroking his firm hands over my chest, his masculine scent invading my senses, I didn’t stand a chance.

He dropped one of his hands lower and lower, past my abs. “What have you done to me, little animal?” He kissed my cheek firmly, then gently teased his fingers around my cock. “We’re crossing all the lines.”

I cried out and bucked into their mutual touch.

The pain had absolutely nothing on the pleasure, and my cock became rock hard, squeezing the sound with every movement. Greer cupped my balls in a tight grip. KC squeezed from the outside.

I couldn’t believe he was touching me down there.

I couldn’t—fuck—keep my eyes open anymore. I tried, but I couldn’t. I surrendered to the limitless filth and rolled around in it. I turned toward KC’s neck and buried my face there. I kissed and licked his skin, I sank my teeth into him, I fucked the steel rod, I welcomed Greer’s fingers into my ass, I moaned, I begged, I shook, I felt the orgasm crash down on me, and then I was soaring straight into the bliss.

It was one of the most intense explosions I’d ever experienced.

I sobbed out my climax, feeling the hot splashes of come against my stomach and chest.

The ring—Greer must’ve removed it to allow the come to shoot up the shaft.

“Fuck,” I rasped breathlessly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

What a way to go if I died now.

It sure felt like I was ready to pass the fuck out.

Even more so when Greer gently pulled the sound from my cock.

“Owww,” I whined.

“Your Daddy’s gonna get you out of here, pet,” Greer said in a comforting voice. “You’ve been such a good boy.”

Daddy’s gonna get me out of here.

Did I have a Daddy in KC?

I wasn’t exactly in the mood to face an audience. No matter how much I loved being around people, I felt kind of vulnerable right now. I had too many questions piling up too. KC was here—what did that mean?

Oh no, my brain was already gearing up for chaos. I’d gotten about thirty seconds of bliss with that orgasm!

Thankfully, KC seemed to know the next step. He helped me up and made sure my legs dangled off to the side where I had my back against the crowd.

“You okay?”

Maybe. I was fairly sure. Yes. I nodded slightly and jumped off the table. Ouch, super achy in my peehole. Goddamn.

We kind of limped off the platform, and Greer said he’d be with us in a little bit. And I got it. He had a responsibility to make sure I was okay. But what I really wanted was to be alone with KC. He was gonna be my Daddy, or I would cut his balls off! Simultaneously, a part of me wanted to thank Greer properly. With my mouth. I’d always been better at showing my gratitude than expressing it verbally.

“The front porch,” KC said tightly.

Was he in pain? Or something else? He had his jaw clenched again.

I wasn’t imagining the barely contained urges in him, though. No fucking way. He needed something. He needed me. He needed to let go too.

The brief serenity the orgasm had enveloped me in was gone. Now more than ever, I felt revved up and on the brink of insanity. I had a beast rattling in a cage within me, and he demanded freedom.

“Do you need help?” I could tell he was struggling; the cane wasn’t enough. His hand trembled whenever he leaned on his cane.

“I’m fine.” He dropped his other hand to my lower back and ushered me toward the front door.

I didn’t register a single face. Everything was blurry around me, my focus fixed solely on the man next to me. It wasn’t until we reached the lobby I even remembered I was still naked. Stark naked, walking through a kink club. Oh well. If there was one place to walk around naked in, it was here. I pushed the door open and held it for him, and he hurriedly made his way to the seating area.