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)
“Daddy?” Ian’s excited voice would’ve made me jump if I hadn’t been…well, trapped. “We…I’m stuck? And so is Emerson. Sorry?”
He probably should’ve explained it was all very proper…just in case his Daddy thought we’d been doing something naughty.
I wasn’t sure what we’d been doing, but I knew I wouldn’t get naughty without Owner’s permission. I was a very good doll and a wonderful boyfriend even if we didn’t live together.
“How are you stuck, cutie?” The not-Daddy man Ian was also dating started talking this time. “Let me see what’s going on, Lane.”
Not-Daddy man was…Uncle Cohen.
Oh, wasn’t he straight?
“Yes, Sir.” Lane nodded and turned the phone around again. “Um, it wasn’t my fault?”
Yes, this wasn’t anyone’s fault…we’d just been…being helpful?
Uncle Cohen seemed slightly confused, but I thought that was probably because Lane was wiggling the phone. “How did they do that? Are they attached together?”
He was so smart…but not as smart as Owner.
“Yes, Uncle Cohen.” Ian tried to move again, but he was just making me squirm so I was glad when he went still again. I knew I should ask Owner about coming in front of my friends before I actually orgasmed.
Wait.
How had I gotten so stuck with someone who wiggled more than me?
It was all very confusing.
“Um, I don’t know what happened but don’t worry, we’re not in pain and Lane says everyone has satisfactory circulation…satisfactory…satisfactory. That’s a very good word, Uncle Cohen. Do you know that word?”
Words were very important, but right now the best ones were erection and restraints and friends.
And maybe fruity drinks because somehow I was thirsty again.
Cohen was very polite and told him how good his word was. “Yes, cutie, it’s a very good word, and I’m glad Lane checked on your circulation.”
Lane turned the phone again and made sure Uncle Cohen knew we were taking our emergency very seriously. “That’s very important in a scene. I mean, this isn’t a scene. I think this is a disaster, but it counts in a disaster too, right?”
Ignoring Lane for the moment, I looked up at Ian and tried to see past Ian’s bulge. “Is he drunk? I think he might’ve had too much fruity drinks. He’s a bit wound up.”
Nodding, Ian let out a breath and whispered. “Oh good. I thought I was the only one worried about that.”
I’d have given him a pat if I’d been able to make my arms work right. “If we just stay calm and show him that he’s being a good…hmm, what kind of sub takes care of other subs?”
Ian liked words…he’d know.
“A drama queen? Wasn’t that what Preston said last week?” Ian lifted his head and stared down at me. “He’s slightly drunk, though, so it’s okay. We’re very patient.”
Lane was lucky to have such good friends.
Telling him that seemed like a smart idea, but Ian had an important thought first. “Uncle Cohen?”
Lane was very helpful and turned the phone so we could all see Uncle Cohen. “Yes, cutie?”
“We have to talk.” Ian was so serious I knew I was going to have to remember to pat his head later when I wasn’t stuck.
Uncle Cohen was very sweet and a good listener. “What should we talk about?”
Aww, he even remembered what Ian had said.
He was definitely a keeper.
Ian took a deep breath and charged right in, brave and very take-charge for a sub. “We discussed it and we think you might not know you’re straight.”
Littles were very brave subs.
“Letting Bishop suck you off isn’t gay. I didn’t know that, but it’s not. And flogging me isn’t gay.” We learned something new every day, so I wasn’t surprised Ian hadn’t known all that. “We decided that watching Bishop suck on my dick wasn’t gay either. I’m sorry, Uncle Cohen.”
He was so brave.
“Cutie?” Uncle Cohen looked very thoughtful as he studied Ian. He was almost as thoughtful-looking as Owner was when he would take care of me. “I kissed you. Remember? I like kissing you. That’s very gay.”
“Oh.” Ian’s excited wiggling had me moaning. How had the silky things gotten tied around my nipples?
I almost asked Ian, but he was still very excited about something. “That’s right. He kissed me. That’s very gay. I forgot.”
Oh, Uncle Cohen was gay?
This called for a celebration…once we got unstuck…and when Ian got off the phone, I was going to ask him what he’d done to get us like this…and where his bathroom was.
Chapter 22
Luca
Emerson was acting highly suspicious.
He hadn’t asked me if I’d eaten anything in hours and he was dressed very peculiarly. He had jeans on. Men’s jeans. And a button-up shirt. A white men’s button-up shirt.
He wasn’t even pretending to be a cowboy.
I wasn’t even sure where they’d come from because at least half his closet was in my room and I’d never seen them.
We’d never even played businessman doll, either.
But I wasn’t the type to judge, so if he wanted to be my very professional businessman doll, I would just go with the flow.