Doll Parts (The Game 4)
He laughed. “Do you have so little faith in me? I made a handful of changes. I didn’t become a choirboy.”
Thank fuck! After attaching the other brace, I rose from—okay, I didn’t. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me down again.
“Just a moment,” he murmured. “I like seeing you down there.”
Well, hey.
This was the stuff that got me horny.
His hand returned to my cheek—while the other dropped to adjust his cock. Fuck. I swallowed and felt a slow wave of heat roll through me. And his hand stayed there. He rubbed himself unhurriedly, absently, as he watched my face.
“I can help you with that, Daddy,” I said quietly.
He shook his head and continued what he was doing. “I’m saving this for tomorrow when I’ll have you in my bed. Daddy won’t leave his little boy alone.”
Oh God.
“Do you remember the videos you found on my computer?” he asked.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded a little. “We’re gonna play, you and I. Unless I say otherwise—and unless you want to safeword—be still for me if I wake you up in the middle of the night.”
“I promise, Daddy.” The vow left me in a rush as all the blood left my brain. “I’ve been fantasizing about that forever.”
“Me too, freckles. Me too.”
“I’ll be completely still and quiet so you can use me.”
The dark desire that flooded his gaze was enough to get me hard as a rock. “That’s my good boy. Give Daddy’s cock a kiss before we see what Lucian and Cameron are up to.”
Say no more. I hurriedly unbuckled Daddy’s belt, unzipped his pants, and tugged down his boxer briefs a few inches. Fuck, he was making me salivate. I leaned in and swiped the tip of my tongue over the head of him, finding him hot and warm. But I was a greedy boy…
“Up-up-up. I said one kiss, Noa.”
Yeah, but I sucked him a little. I closed my mouth around his head and swirled my tongue around him.
“That’s enough, my cock-hungry little puppy.”
“Woof!” I grinned up at him as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“Fuck, you’re too sexy for words.” He shook his head. “Can you give me my cane? It’s attached to my chair.”
That cane could be a weapon to tame rebel puppies.
I fetched it for him, then went to check on the others in the kitchen.
Except, I came to a stop right before I could pull the curtain aside when I peered through the sliver of space right next to the doorframe.
Oh my God. I managed to slap a hand over my mouth before I gasped, the sight catching me off guard to the point where I didn’t know what to do with myself. But stare. Holy shit. It was the real deal. Lucian wasn’t merely kissing Cameron’s neck; he had his cock buried deep in Cameron’s ass.
Lucian pulled out, revealing his impressive cock, then gripped Cameron’s hips and pushed in again. Cameron screwed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip, and it was so easy to see the pleasure on his face. He’d longed for this. Fantasized about it.
He had to stand on his toes to reach the right angle.
Hands gripping the kitchen counter.
Lucian shifted closer again, and he slipped a hand up Cameron’s front to hold him by the throat. And Cameron gave him all the access, craning his neck to glance back at Lucian. Where they met in a breathless kiss. Or…those weren’t shallow breaths I heard. They were whispers. Lucian was whispering to him. Oh, I bet it was the dirtiest shit. Because it wasn’t easy to make my boyfriend blush…
I heard the only thing that mattered then.
“Yes, Master.”
Fuck me, it got hot fast in here. I swallowed dryly and turned to Daddy, finding him watching me.
I gestured to the kitchen. “They’re fucking,” I mouthed, eyes wide.
The left corner of his mouth twisted up.
I think dessert is gonna be a while.
It was evidently also okay for Cameron to call Lucian Master.
CHAPTER 8
Noa Hayles
“Wow! What are we celebrating today? It’s not your birthday for another month, Daddy.” I dropped my overnight bag on the couch and hurried over to a giant see-through garbage bag completely filled with balloons. Whoever had to inflate all those would surely pass out. There had to be thousands!
I spotted boxes with other party decorations too. One was labeled “Confetti,” another “Streamers,” and two “Brat Dust.”
“What’s brat dust?” I asked.
“Glitter,” Lucian provided with a smirk. Oh, ha-ha! Not all brats liked glitter. “You and I are grabbing a few more boxes from our supplies at the house, Noa. It’s going to be a long evening of divvying up party decorations for the various playrooms.”
I didn’t mind that at all! It was going to be the best weekend. On the way here, we’d stopped at a store so Cameron could pick up ingredients to make burgers, and Lucian had even bought a grill for his little porch here. Apparently, there was a bondage party happening tonight in the club area, with a barbecue on the patio afterward, so we didn’t wanna be in their way. But best of all, we’d bought a bunch of candy and snacks.