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

I picked a random animated movie, since I was too distracted to watch it anyway, but at least he could enjoy it. I ran the brush through Cosmo’s hair, which was soft but thick. Soon the rhythm of the strokes became soothing, normal. He’d used my shampoo this morning, the coconut essence tantalizing. He smelled like me, like he was mine. Desire tightened my stomach, waking up a hunger inside me I hadn’t had in the last five years.

“There you go,” I said hoarsely. “Your hair is so beautiful, like the rest of you, pretty doll. I need you to sit next to me while we watch the rest of the movie.”

The urge to set him in my lap and play with him like he’d told me to do was stronger than I’d expected. He just looked so beautiful, so still and accessible. Would he really lie there and let me undress him? How far would he let me go?

Too far. His words had been highly suggestive, and I knew if I pushed his legs apart, he would keep them there and be the sex doll of a fantasy I didn’t even know I had.

Five minutes later, he tipped over onto my thighs. I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t understand. He wanted closeness and contact, not the space I’d erected between us.

“Come here, sweet doll. Would you be more comfortable sitting in Daddy’s lap?”

Hopefully, the skirt of his gown would be a buffer between his ass and my erection. I placed him in my lap with his back to me and his legs between mine. The dress worked like I’d hoped it would, but nothing could have prepared me for holding him in my arms, his head tucked under my chin.

I picked up his hand and played with his slender fingers. Since when were fingers erotic? Since being attached to Cosmo’s body.

“How are you this adorable?” With my other hand, I circled his waist, which was cinched so tight. “You did this to look beautiful? I admit it’s hot, but you always look lovely without the extra effort, Cosmo.” I swallowed. “Would you like Daddy to undress you and give you a bath? Daddy can put you into something more comfortable.”

He squeezed my hand once.

“All right, let’s go.”

I turned off the television and carried Cosmo bride-style up the stairs to his bedroom. Although he’d told me to pick out something for him to wear, he’d already laid out three outfits on the bed. One was another gown like the one he had on. Seriously, how had I not paid attention when he bought those? The other was a silky shirt that looked like a negligee, and the final one was a light pink pleated miniskirt with a sheer top. On top was a pair of black thongs.

I should call the whole thing off. This wasn’t a part of my service, but when I placed him on his feet, all I wanted to do was tug him back in my arms.

Without a word, I walked around him, found the zipper of the dress, and pulled it down. The dress pooled at his feet, leaving him in a corset that explained his tightly cinched waist. I sucked in a deep breath and, with trembling hands, spent an eternity unhooking the little eyelets. How had he even gotten into the thing? With him freed from the corset, I was too keyed up to work on his underwear, so I picked him up and set him on the bed to sit. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled and removed his heels. I caught one foot between my hands and rubbed the delicate arch.

“Let’s get you into the bath.”

I took him to his bathroom and filled the tub. When it was done, I had to bite the bullet. No more hesitation. I placed my hand in his.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

He squeezed my hand once.

“Okay.” I inhaled deeply, then pulled down his thong. His dick sprang up fully erect.

Oh god. This was too much, even for a saint. Which I was not. I carefully put him in the tub and tried to detach myself as much as possible while washing him.

As my hand passed over his cock, he gasped softly. It was the most reaction I’d gotten out of him since he became a doll. How far could I go before he broke and became a boy again? I stopped washing, my chest heaving with the effort to stay sane.

What the hell was I doing? I was responsible for his safety and care—not this.

A hand circled my wrist. He was staring right at me.

“Daddy.”

“Yes?”

“Will you make love to your doll now?”

I pulled my hand out of the water. “No, that’s not a part of playtime.”

“Please. I want it so much.”

“Cosmo, baby—” I stopped talking.

“I need it to be you,” he murmured. “Do you want to know what happened in jail? I didn’t know what else to do. They harassed me all day. They felt me up, touched my body, and fondled my cock whenever they got too close. My cellmate wanted more than the blow job I’d given him the first day. I was scared that he was my only option. I could handle a blow job, but nothing more. I didn’t want my first time to be with someone I didn’t care about. That night I told him that, but he didn’t take no for an answer. He pulled me from the top bunk and slammed me onto his. And I tried to fight him, but he was too strong, too big. He threw me onto the floor, and others around us were only laughing, telling him to-to—”