Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

He smiled. “Of course. I’ll be your doll.” He held up the sides of the skirt and twirled. “Don’t I look beautiful?”

My gaze dropped to his waist, which was cinched so tight I winced. That aside, he looked amazing.

“You don’t like it.” His face fell.

“No, no, you look great. Like you stepped right out of a Disney princess movie.”

“Yay!” He clapped his hands. “Can we play, then?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to explain it to me first.” This was nothing like what my son had prepared me for, but he’d taught me to defer to my little at all times.

“It’s quite easy, Daddy.” He came over to me, took both my hands, and placed them on his tiny waist. “Have you never played with a doll before?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“You pick me up and carry me to places just like you would a doll. Of course I’ll speak sometimes. Because if I didn’t, it could be quite boring.”

“Of course.” As if any of this made sense to me. “Carry you around. Got it.”

“We’ll have a tea party to start.”

“You want me to make tea?”

“Silly Daddy! An imaginary tea party. We bought a tea set, remember?”

“Oh yes, in the toy store.”

“Exactly.” The more he spoke, the more animated he became, his cheeks turning even redder and his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We have a tea party first, and we’ll talk about whatever you want. You’ll compliment my gown, my hair, my makeup—everything about me. I need to feel really good as your doll.”

Shit, I should have gotten a paper and pen and written this down.

“After the tea party, we can watch a movie together while you brush my hair. You can put me in your lap if you want or anywhere you want me to sit. You can touch me anywhere too. I’m your doll, so you can do whatever you want to me.”

If only he had any idea what I wanted to do to him in that dress he wore. He’d even stuffed the bodice to give the appearance of small breasts, and my cock didn’t not like it.

“Daddy, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, yes, I am.”

“After our TV time, you’ll carry me upstairs to the shower, take my clothes off, and give me a bath.”

“Cosmo—”

“You have to give me a bath, Daddy. It’s a part of the rules. After the bath, you’ll pick out a new outfit for me and dress me any way you like. Then you can take me back downstairs or keep me in your bedroom and play with me. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Far from it. It sounded like torture dripping with desire, meant to test my every resolve.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather I read to you, or we can watch cartoons or something?” Those are little activities my son had told me about, not this… whatever this was.

“I want to be a doll. I already got all dressed up for the part. Don’t you want to play with me?”

“I, um, it might not be a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think I should get you naked and give you baths, Cosmo.”

“Why not?”