Doll Parts (The Game 4)

“Subtle, indeed,” Lucian chuckled. He exchanged a look with Daddy, who nodded to him. “All right, then.”

I sat down on the armrest of the couch while I gathered more black balloons.

“Cam and I talked this morning, just like you two did,” he went on. “Afterward, KC and I talked.”

“We’re all very different,” Daddy said, a little amused. “I’ve never considered myself polyamorous, and my relationships have been… Well, let’s not go there.” He cleared his throat. “On the other hand, I’m very open when it comes to active play. When Noa and I included Greer for a brief moment on the porch, for instance. It felt natural—fucking intoxicating.” Good description. I felt the same. “I reach a certain high, not unlike the Top space you talk about sometimes, Lucian. But for you—you reach that space, and you’re 120% focused on your sub. You see only him. You live and breathe him. It’s similar for me, only my focus is on pleasure. I live and breathe pleasure in that space.”

He and I didn’t seem different at all. The opposite.

“I do miss that Top space,” Lucian murmured. “It’s been way too many years.”

Yikes. His past relationship really hadn’t been very good.

“I’m just like you there, Daddy,” I said. “If I’m in a scene with several people, I’m horny for everyone!”

That earned me chuckles from the Doms and a fond grin from Cameron.

I snapped my fingers. “Don’t hate me ’cause I’m hornyful.”

My boyfriend spluttered a loud laugh and, in a panic, slapped his hands over his mouth.

I cracked up so hard.

Lucian was highly entertained too, and he walked over to Cameron, cupped his cheeks, kissed his lips, and said, “My sweet darling. Noa is going to get you into so much trouble. And I will reap all the rewards. You and me and a whipping post tomorrow.”

“Welp.” I had no problems with pain, but restrictions…? Oof. I hated handcuffs. I hated bondage. I hated chains.

Cameron struggled so hard to compose himself. He wanted to scowl like a pro—at me, of course. Instead, he smiled politely at his Master. It was part of his training. He’d told me a little about it last night. Self-control and discipline were part of Lucian’s core kink.

Lucian returned to his seat, where he was sorting through wax melts and candles. “Let’s circle back to you, Noa. I’ve observed plenty of similarities between you and KC. I’m certain you two will enjoy exploring the kinks you don’t already share, as well as the ones you do share, all while being perfectly compatible in your openness during play. But then there are the relationship aspects to consider. You and Cam are both poly in the regard that you can love more than one person. Correct?”

I nodded hesitantly. It was true; I just hoped it wouldn’t be a problem.

“KC and I are inexperienced in that arena,” Lucian admitted. “Luckily for us, for all of us, we find ourselves in a unique position where we care deeply for everyone involved. KC is my best friend—we grew up together, we live together, and we’ve been through a lot with each other as our only companion. That makes you very important to me too, Noa, because of who you are to him.” He paused, flicking a quick glance at Cameron before facing me again. “I also happen to be falling embarrassingly quickly for your boyfriend—someone who’s been special to me for longer than I can even put a finger on.”

Check out the huge yet bashful grin on Cameron. He was too fucking cute.

I could relate to what Lucian was saying too. The lines between different kinds of love could be so blurry.

“Cam,” Daddy said quietly. He motioned at the table, which had been filled to the max, and Cameron jumped into action to put the piles of lube and whatnot into the right boxes. Then Daddy addressed me. “Lucian and I would like to know what your ultimate dynamic would look like between the four of us.”

That one was easy! “I want us all together.” I shrugged. “Where I’m as open as a gaping butthole for playtime—stop laughing at me!” They were so frustrating sometimes. I pressed forward anyway. “I’m open for playtime, okay? Like Daddy said—with Greer. It happened. It wasn’t planned, but it happened, and it felt awesome. But when it comes to relationships, I’m more virgin-tight. I need boundaries too. I wanna know where I belong, and I don’t want two million homes to go to. That’s why I can’t imagine being regular poly and have one relationship here and one across town.” There was more too. “Cameron sometimes jokes and calls me his slut boy, and I know I’ve come off that way in the past. I kissed everyone because the one I really wanted to kiss didn’t wanna kiss me back. Wait—one of the two. Cameron pulled me out of the darkness in a way. I didn’t think I could get so attached to a second person. Now I need him like freaking air. You know? But anyway.” It was easy to get off track. Fucking hell. I scratched my head. “I would very much like to make my world smaller. It makes my head happier. I’m more at peace when I don’t have to look outside my dynamic to have my needs met.”