Doll Parts (The Game 4)

I dipped down and kissed him softly, meeting his expectant gaze.

“Doll mode,” I whispered.

Oh Christ. I hadn’t anticipated the joy in his reaction, not to that extent. But he fucking beamed and then swiftly averted his stare to the ceiling and relaxed his facial muscles. He didn’t know how much that turned me on. Or how goddamn perfect he was. All the unruliness, the beast that lived inside him, and the sweet submissive who wanted nothing more than to please Daddy, even if it meant wrestling against his overflow of energy.

“There’s Daddy’s amazing little boy doll.” I kissed his lips and let my free hand roam every inch I could reach. “I keep using the word perfect, but I can’t think of a better way to describe you. You’re so fucking perfect.” I pinched his nipples and didn’t get a single reaction. Perfect. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and turned to Lucian and Cam. “May I suggest we find out how many loads of come this toy can handle?”

Lucian smirked and kissed the side of Cam’s head. “That’s a good plan. What do you say, my pet?”

“Can I go next?” Cam pleaded. “I’m really fucking horny, Master.”

I chuckled, out of breath, and picked up the pace. I wanted to get off quickly so I could watch Lucian and Cam use Noa. After closing his eyes, I started fucking him even harder, and I gnashed my teeth at my thighs protesting.

By the time I chased down my orgasm, Lucian stood next to the bed, stroking himself, and Cam was waiting impatiently for his turn.

“Can I go hard?” he asked shakily.

“Of course.” I groaned and rocked into Noa’s ass one more time. Fuck, that felt good. “It’s a sturdy toy. It won’t break.” I pulled out my cock and wiped some come off on his buttock, then signaled for Cam to get out of the way. Because I had to collapse.

He was quick to take my spot in front of Noa, and it was sexy as hell how Cam treated our boy now. He went all in for the fantasy and used Noa as the fuckhole he was. No asking, no touching to be sweet, no affection. He just dug his hands into the bends of Noa’s knees and slammed his cock in right after.

To the sound of skin slapping, I rolled onto my side next to the doll and stroked his chest.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna last.” Lucian grunted and stepped closer. One knee on the mattress, one foot on the floor. “It’s a sexy little toy.” He slipped two fingers into Noa’s mouth. “Wet and warm.”

I pried Noa’s mouth open.

“Perfect,” Lucian breathed. “Have you used its bottom as a toilet yet?”

I shook my head. “I’m saving that for a late night in the future when I can’t be assed to go downstairs.”

Lucian moaned and inched his cock toward Noa’s mouth. “I can’t decide how I prefer him. As a horny puppy, a doll, or Daddy’s little whore.”

That was the beauty of it all. We didn’t have to pick a favorite.

“Look,” Cam gasped.

I saw it a fraction of a second later, Noa’s cock erupting on his stomach and chest.

He made my mouth water.

I stroked his cock, hoping to make his orgasm even better, and coated him in his own fluids.

“Oh my God…” Cam moaned loudly, and his head fell back. In quick, furious thrusts, he surrendered to his climax.

Lucian was next. His jaw tensed, his breathing grew erratic, and he started coming. I had to touch him there too. I dragged my fingers along every release Lucian aimed at Noa’s face. His lips were stained, the liquid dripping into his mouth. His flushed cheeks looked so good with come on them.

“Jesus fuck,” Lucian panted, dropping his chin to his chest. He gripped the headboard for support.

My chest felt tight with carnal desire. This sweet boy I’d watched grow up into a fearless, brilliant young man—and now I had the privilege to fuck him, to love him, to use him, to care for him…

“I don’t think I can stand,” Cam groaned. “Holy fuck.”

I smiled and caressed Noa’s come-stained cheek.

To think, this was only our beginning.

CHAPTER 12

KC Hayles

“Is it just me, or are we having bad luck with the weather for our events lately?” I walked out onto the porch and glanced up at the angry gray clouds that rolled in and robbed us of the last sunlight of the day.

We’d been hearing reports of a storm for the past several days, but I’d hoped it would either miss us or hit later. Say, tomorrow night.

“It’s definitely not just you.” Lucian joined me and handed me two painkillers. “You never know.”

Oh, fine. I pocketed them. He was right. I might need them tonight.

I felt spoiled—not only by Lucian but the whole community this weekend. Given the size of the event, we had almost thirty people who’d volunteered to help out and organize. Meanwhile, those of us participating weren’t allowed in most common areas, so there was nothing we could do.