Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
There was no one like my sweet doll, but now it was time to get him comfortable and cuddled. “Let’s get this off you and I’ll find you something more comfortable to wear.”
He made a pleased sound, rubbing his face against my neck. “You remembered.”
“Yes, it’s an Owners responsibility to take care of their doll.” Kissing his cheek, I carefully started working the ties behind him as I couldn’t help smiling at his thoughts on how an Owner should care for their doll…completely.
Emerson made a pleased, happy sound as I remembered my role, and I had to fight the urge to laugh. He was the most fascinating sub. But at the moment he was my cuddly doll and that was making it hard to get him out of the corset.
“Alright, stand up for me. My doll needs to be naked.” The simple order seemed to give him a burst of energy, and even his cock tried to stand up and obey as he straightened.
His recovery time was remarkable.
“Yes, Owner.” Emerson was still lost in his fuzzy-brained, post-orgasmic happiness as I carefully removed the corset, grateful the fragile wings were still in one piece. But every second that went by had him coming back to reality.
Thankfully I was ready for my cuddly doll before reality hit too hard. “Come here.”
He stepped into my arms again, yawning and shifting as he worked his muscles. “Standing still is very hard, Owner.”
And hard work meant he needed fuel.
“You were so good for me, pretty one.” Kissing his head, I moved my hands to his arms and started working my way from his shoulders to his elbows, massaging the tense muscles. “I was so proud of you.”
Because he’d been wonderful even when I’d fucked up.
“I’m going to take good care of you tonight.” I’d either been well prepared or overly optimistic, but I had a bottle of water and a nightgown for my pretty doll to wear so I didn’t have to carry him naked through the building.
I was certain we were the only ones left…but just in case, I picked him up and carried him over to a chair I’d cleaned off. “Let’s get my doll dressed up in something pretty.”
The nightgown was very similar to one he’d worn the other day, and he looked just as sweet this time as he had before. “And now some water.”
When he was hydrated and dressed, I left him sitting for a moment to clean up the evidence of our fun and put away the corset. It only took a few moments, but he looked brighter when I got back to him. “Thank you for taking care of me, Sir.”
Hmm, back to Sir were we?
“You’re welcome, pretty one.” Carefully putting the top on his water, I put it back in his hands and swept him up in my arms again.
This time he giggled, resting his head against me. “You make me feel like a very fragile doll, Sir.”
His tight body was muscular and sexy, but overall, he had a very compact frame and the juxtaposition was utter perfection. “Owners have to be careful with their pretty dolls.”
He nodded, making a pleased sound as I carried him through the empty building. I had a feeling Emerson wouldn’t have cared if anyone saw him naked, but when he was so cuddly and sweet, he was all mine.
By the time we’d made our way through the dimly lit building and over to my apartment, he was kissing my neck and yawning, his body completely mixed up about what he needed. “Open the door and then I’ll get dinner for my pretty doll.”
“Hmm.” His happy sound said he liked that idea, but it took his brain a moment to work through what I’d said so he could open the door. “Yes, dinner.”
It took several seconds longer than it should have, but eventually, he had the door open and we were inside, just an Owner and his doll. “You’re such a good doll.”
Kissing his head, I walked him over to the couch and set him down in the corner. “Let me get you a blanket and then you can relax while I make dinner.”
He didn’t seem to mind that idea in general. The pleased sound he made said that, but the way he tugged at my arm until I sat down beside him gave me the impression he wasn’t quite ready. “What does my pretty doll need?”
It seemed my doll needed more cuddles based on how he straddled my lap and curled into me. “This, Owner.”
Stroking my hands down his back, I smiled as soft lips pressed against my neck. “This was a very good idea.”
That got another happy sound from him as his hands started to stroke up my arms. “Owner, does everyone here know I’m yours? Not just your boyfriend but yours.”