Doll Parts (The Game 4)

“Freckles, mind giving Daddy a hand?”

“Right away, Sir.” I rushed over to him by the stepladder to help him out of his chair.

“Remember what we talked about this morning?” he said quietly, pulling himself up with my support.

“Yes, Sir.” This weekend was looking more promising by the minute. We’d talked on the phone this morning about boundaries—just briefly—because it was one of the things we were going to discuss today.

He’d wanted to know where I stood on play that included Cameron and Lucian. Lucian had had the same conversation with Cameron, to let him know we’d talk at length to decide what would work best for us.

Daddy righted himself and draped an arm around my shoulders. Then he dipped down a little and fondled my crotch. “Without spoiling anything for later, I just want to tell you to be a good boy for Uncle Lucian too.”

I snapped my gaze to his and sucked in a breath. “I will, Daddy,” I whispered.

Oh my God, instant horny alert.

He and Lucian had already talked, hadn’t they? Of course they had!

I wanted to be good for Uncle Lucian…

I bit my lip and glanced over to where he was getting Cameron settled in the kitchen. More than that, getting Cameron settled in their slave training that had started today. My baby had already dropped most of his clothes, aside from black underwear, and he was kneeling for Lucian.

They kept their voices too low for me to hear anything, but the leather collar Lucian unfolded in his grasp said everything I needed to know. And if it didn’t, the anticipation in Cameron’s eyes was plenty reassuring.

I looked up at Daddy again. “Will I have a collar?”

“For another purpose,” he said with a nod. “You’ve awakened a desire for me to have my own little dog I can fuck.”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Oh my gosh, I couldn’t believe it. This was so exciting! I could crawl around on the floor, right? Like, later on? With a tail and puppy ears? I wanted to nip at their legs and growl. Growl softly when I wanted to be cute, growl badass when I wanted to demand something…and then Daddy could reprimand me for being too cocky.

I was gonna be a cocky pup sometimes; I had a feeling.

Lucian glanced over at us with a confused smile. “Did we miss a proposal?”

“No, something better,” I laughed.

Daddy snorted a chuckle and nodded for me to assist him to the couch.

It seemed they kept supplies stashed all over the kink mansion. Lucian and I visited every floor of the house to grab certain things from closets and restricted areas.

We worked up a sweat!

When it got to be too much to carry, I began hauling boxes down the stairs, where he stacked them on two hand trucks on the second floor.

“It was the one that said dog leashes too, right?” I asked, out of breath.

“Yes, that’s the last one from up there.”

I ran back up and aimed for the nearest supply closet. We’d already grabbed a box with collars, so I was very curious about what we’d use them for at the event. I kept circling back to the theme—Funhouse—but then, as Cameron had pointed out, Sadists could interpret that very liberally.

Maybe it had something to do with their very own agility course. I’d seen it from afar. It was at the bottom of the hill, right before the forest took over. A dog course—well, for human dogs. Puppy play and such. It wouldn’t surprise me if they put a Funhouse station there.

“Whoa! Sorry!” I almost crashed into Lucian on the way back toward the stairs.

He quickly adjusted the box in my arms and grinned. “I didn’t mean to scare you, little one. I’m just going to lock up.”

Lock up? Oh, the closet. Right.

I chuckled breathlessly and continued to the stairs. Damn, he was a hot man. It was nothing new; I’d called him hot several years ago when Daddy had brought him along to my gigs. But now, I had a hundred more alternatives for what could happen with us. And a man with a glistening forehead, a loosened tie, and sleeves rolled up was a hell of a lot sexier than one who was well put together and had his ducks in a row.

I liked it messy.

Back on the second floor, we faced the dilemma of how to transport the trolleys downstairs when they were loaded with boxes.

Okay, maybe it was only my dilemma. Lucian seemed to know. He activated the wheelchair lift and sent it up here to us.

Clever.

“Last item on the list, empty boxes,” he said. “Reese told me he put them in the office downstairs.”

“Got it.”

We carefully rolled the hand trucks onto the wheelchair platform before Lucian sent it downward once more, and we followed alongside it.

“Have you ever been here alone?” I asked. “Like no other members around at all?”