Doll Parts (The Game 4)

I snickered and lolled my head along the headrest, wanting to just look at him. “That’s the most Daddy-like thing you’ve ever said, I think.”

“Masters can be on the Daddy spectrum too, and vice versa.” He squeezed my knee gently. “You and Cam draw it out of me—especially you. If KC hadn’t already identified as a Daddy, I’m sure you would’ve pushed him over the edge.”

Chemistry made all the difference. How people connected could change a dynamic so much.

“So, is it possible I could maybe call you Uncle Lucian?” I asked hopefully. Feeling weirdly shy about it. Huh. I didn’t freaking do shy, but I felt like rambling now because the silence was unbearable because what if he said no? Oh my God, I shouldn’t have asked.

“I think that’s a very fitting term for me, little one. A nickname just for you.” He rubbed my leg a little and put me at ease right away. “We deserve something special too, don’t we?”

I beamed at him. “I think so. Like Daddy and Cameron.”

“Mm.” He nodded. “I spoke to KC earlier because I had to run by our house, and he told me he’s put Cameron in a diaper.”

“Oh my gosh.” I sat right up and stared at him in shock. “Diaper play gives Cameron the conflictiest boner!”

“Conflictiest,” Lucian chuckled. “Well, good. Conflicted boners are delicious too.”

“Was it a punishment?” I had to know. ’Cause I’d asked Daddy to turn down the sadism, not crank it up!

“Not at all. It was a matter of Cam having had too much water, so he had to go to the bathroom a lot,” he replied. “KC was just being helpful.”

Helpful. Lord in heaven.

Knowing Cameron, he hadn’t wanted to say no, partly because he wanted to get closer to Daddy too, and…well, there was the conflicted boner. My boyfriend got off on certain types of embarrassment. When he was flushed and squirmy, he turned into a version of me, almost. He became super horny and wanted to roll around in a puddle of filth.

“Oh man, now I wanna fuck him,” I said. I slumped back against the leather and blew out a breath. He was gonna be so needy.

Lucian stroked my leg a little higher, not improving the situation. “You can have your turn after I’ve filled him.”

I groaned and slapped my hands over my face. Just imagining pushing my cock into Cameron’s ass when he was dripping wet from Lucian’s come made me harder by the second.

“I hope you’re not thinking inappropriate thoughts, Noa,” he said. “I think I’d better change the topic.”

“Why? Sex is the best topic in the world.”

He laughed and stopped at a red light. “It also makes little boys desperate.” He cleared his throat. “Have you met Tate in our community?”

What? Who? “No. Wait.” It rang a bell. Oh yeah, now I remembered. “I know of him. Cameron’s mentioned him a few times, and he’s kinda the reason we met. I had a date with Tate’s Master to see if we could do some group play when Cameron stopped me on the street and asked if I was too nervous to join the munch. Kingsley and I were supposed to meet at the munch,” I explained. “But when I arrived at the restaurant, it looked so familiar, and I realized it was where Daddy’s community met up every month.”

Lucian smiled pensively. “I’ve been wondering how you two met, but I assumed it was at a kink party.”

It was becoming difficult to focus again. He kept rubbing my leg unhurriedly, almost absent-mindedly, inching higher every now and then, not to mention inching inward.

I parted my legs a bit, in case he wanted better access.

What were we talking about? Right, Tate. “So, um, what about Tate?”

“No, I was just curious,” he replied. “He’s going through a breakup and could use his friends nearby. I had coffee with him earlier.”

Oh. Wait, didn’t he say he’d been at home too? “Then you went to Mclean and back here?”

He nodded. “Tate wanted to discuss something with Reese, so I offered to drive him out there. I was done with my errands anyway.” Then he gestured at the glovebox before he returned his hand to my thigh. “I picked up a delivery for you from your Daddy while I swung by the house.”

I swallowed and stared down at his hand. Another inch higher and he’d touch my junk. He caressed me, his fingers slipping between my legs.

Fuck.

“Noa.”

“Huh?”

“Open the glove compartment.”

Oh. Okay.

It was the neatest glovebox I’d ever seen! Aside from the package he’d picked up, I only saw a leather binder, presumably with the car’s paperwork, a phone charger, and a pack of gum. Not even a crumb or a speck of dust. No candy wrappers or tissues.

“KC wants you to wear it when you get back,” Lucian said.