Doll Parts (The Game 4)

“I hope Daddy will like them.”

“He will love them.” He touched me gently and dipped his littlest finger inside my butt. He took a couple photos of that, for some reason. Was that sexy?

“You make my mouth water,” he murmured. “I’m ordering coconut oil and edible lubricants as soon as we get back. Your little bottom was made to be tongue-fucked.”

I beamed at his nice words.

“Let’s see what this tail can do…”

“Eeep!”

He pushed the tip of the tail inside me, and he kept going and going and going. Oh my God, that felt so fucking good. Click, click, click. He took so many pictures.

“I’m switching to video.” His voice had become darker. “Fucking your own tail—you’re a whorish little puppy, aren’t you?”

I groaned. “Can’t help it, Uncle Lucian. It feels too good.”

My eyes bugged out as the pleasure increased. The tip tickled me deep inside, while the wider base stretched my hole just a little. He slid it in and out of me several times, and I met each movement. I got so lost in it that I didn’t hear the approaching car until it was maybe fifteen feet away.

“Jesus Christ,” I panted.

“No, it’s a saluting Colt.”

I giggled through a whine and peered at Lucian over my shoulder. “May I please touch myself? I’m really, really hard.”

“You may. But you’re not allowed to come just yet.” He made me pout, not that he saw it. He was busy withdrawing the puppy tail from my butt. Then he righted the waistband and wiped the lube from the tail. “I’ve waited long enough.” After pocketing his phone, he unzipped his pants again, and I could’ve screamed from happiness. He was gonna fuck me! Right? He had to. “This will be quick.”

I was good with quick. I was very good with quick.

He came at me with the same no-nonsense attitude Daddy had when he was really needy. When he just had to bury himself in my bottom right fucking now. Lucian pushed the head of his cock at my opening, then gripped my hips—and he didn’t push in. He pulled me back. With a swift, forceful motion, he impaled me on his thick cock, effectively robbing me of the ability to breathe.

My mouth popped open, and no sound came out.

Fuck!

“Fuck,” he groaned.

His grip on me was so firm that it completely owned my body.

The rest of me, though, couldn’t stop thinking about how we needed to bring all of us together. We’d found all our doll parts. This was it. This was the ultimate dynamic. Us four.

I whimpered, thinking about us, about Uncle Lucian and me, thinking about them, Daddy and Cameron.

We were perfect together.

Lucian pressed himself closer to me and kissed my neck. “We’re never letting you boys go, little one.”

I moaned.

CHAPTER 11

KC Hayles

I smiled to myself and took a swig of my beer. It was never gonna get old listening to Noa and Cam bicker. Like they were doing right now while Lucian and I sat outside the cabin on the porch.

“Why can’t I do that?” Noa demanded.

“Because you’ll ruin them! Go watch your cartoons.”

Lucian chuckled and winced. “Poor Noa.”

Really? I was gonna go with poor Cam.

“You haven’t seen Noa in the kitchen,” I pointed out wryly. “He’s all over the place, asking ‘what’s this?’, ‘what does that do?’, ‘can I try?’”

Lucian grinned. “It’s sweet.”

It was. It was too sweet. Because I struggled to say no to him, always had, and it’d made it particularly hard to cook something worth eating. I was already a train wreck in the kitchen as it was.

“Noa?” I called. “Please be nice to Cam.”

He tore out from the cabin and planted his feet on the porch with an impressive scowl. “He won’t let me help with dinner!”

Fuck me, it was impossible to be firm with him sometimes. For every day that passed, he sank deeper into his Little mind-set, and I loved every minute of it. But he had a remarkable way of being able to jump in and out of the mind-set too. I hadn’t witnessed that before in others, not to the same degree. That said, even when he wasn’t Little, he was…still Little in a way. My wild monster puppy.

With only a few days to go before the next Game, he’d stopped wearing regular clothes altogether when we came out here—which was almost every day after work.

He only wanted to wear his puppy briefs.

“There’s a couple reasons for that, baby.” I extended a hand to him, and he reluctantly let me pull him onto my lap. “He knows how you are in the kitchen.” I poked his belly. “He also likes dinner being his chore after a long day at work.”

I couldn’t relate—whatsoever—but that had more to do with the task at hand than the effect it had on him. Everyone needed to wind down. Cooking was his way. Lucian and I had long since been banned from the kitchen once Cam got started.