Doll Parts (The Game 4)

By the time my orgasm took over, I wasn’t moving a damn muscle. I imploded. I couldn’t control the shallow breaths, but other than that, holy fuck, it felt amazing to just take everything that came at me. Daddy sucked me hard and swallowed repeatedly until the last drop.

He didn’t let me recover for more than a second or two. As he shifted upward on the mattress again, he rolled me onto my side—or a bit onto my stomach—and pressed his long, thick cock between my butt cheeks. He smeared out whatever he’d slicked me up with earlier, and he teased the blunt head of his cock around my opening. Then he pushed all the way in and landed half on top of me, instantly setting a fast pace where he only moved his sexy ass.

It was overwhelming. Feeling him pressing down on me, using me for his pleasure, taking exactly what he wanted from me, was everything I craved. To be his perfect little boy, like I’d told him I wanted to be.

“You feel so good around Daddy’s cock,” he whispered raggedly in my ear. He grabbed one of my hands and brought it to my mouth. More correctly, my thumb. He put it in my mouth and closed my lips around it. “Like your little asshole was made for me.”

Keep talking.

I was slowly slipping into a sluggish sex coma where I wanted to sleep and dream about dirty stuff and then wake up when Daddy needed me again.

The sound of a door opening downstairs did nothing to stop my mind from embedding itself deeper in the fantasy world Daddy was revealing to me.

He apparently didn’t want any interruptions, though. He stopped fucking me and pulled the duvet over us. He stayed buried deep within me, and he rubbed my chest and kissed my neck, but he didn’t move around. Lucian and Cameron wouldn’t see anything when they came up here. Other than a big lump under the covers. They’d probably guess we were asleep.

Daddy withdrew his cock slowly, pushed in just as unhurriedly, ground against my ass. His unsteady breath hit my neck, and I could tell he was listening. Waiting.

Cameron giggled sleepily at something downstairs, and it was followed by Lucian’s chuckle and a “Hush, my darling. They’re probably asleep, and so will we be soon. Come on.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “It’s easier to let the platform come down again. It’s a hassle to fold down.” They must be talking about the mini elevator.

Daddy fucked me a little more and fondled my cock between his fingers.

I kinda hoped he’d get off soon. I wanted to be filled with his come and drift off to sleep with him buried in me—preferably before he made me hard again.

Once the whirring of the elevator platform stopped, I knew it was back downstairs, and it would be a matter of seconds before Cameron and Lucian appeared.

But they weren’t my problem. I wouldn’t see them. And that was a freeing thought. I was just Daddy’s toy. I had my eyes closed and my thumb in my mouth. He was the one doing dirty things!

“Master, did you by any chance bring the waffle maker here?” Cameron whispered. It’d been one of his birthday gifts to Lucian, with the disclaimer, “Let this be an incentive for many sleepovers in the future.”

“I think it’s in my car,” Lucian whispered back.

“Okay, then I’m serving waffle breakfast on the porch at ten. Or is that too late?”

“Ten sounds perfect, pet.” Oh, Lucian was a lost cause. I heard him make a humming sound, then a kiss followed. “I find myself asking where you’ve been all my life, but the answer makes me livid.”

“Do you know how I prefer to look at it?” Cameron asked softly. “You were in a relationship that didn’t make you happy, but you stayed and fought anyway—until you were certain there was nothing else you could do. That’s the kind of Master I want to lean back on. I know you’ll be there through the good and the bad.”

I smiled sleepily around my thumb, and Daddy pressed an openmouthed kiss to my neck.

“But yeah, he was a fucking dick, and I’m glad he’s gone,” Cameron added in a whisper.

I shook with a silent giggle. I couldn’t help it! Daddy thought it was funny too. I felt him grin against my skin.

Lucian was highly amused too, though his quiet chuckles soon morphed into something else entirely. He and Cameron made out as they got into bed, their bed frame creaking just a little.

A warm blanket of happiness enveloped me, and I melted into Daddy’s embrace while he took the liberty to resume fucking me unhurriedly. Long, soundless, seductive strokes. Every now and then, he hit an angle that caused a spike of fiery heat to make its way through me, and I loved it. I loved the way he stretched me, the dull ache that never really went away, and how tightly he held me when he emptied himself in me.