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)
My naughty doll liked this fantasy.
“Yes, Sir. Pleasing my husband is the most important thing in my life.” He’d smoothed out his voice just enough that it was easy to imagine the soft curves he’d been trying to project all afternoon. “Being your wife is the most important thing to me.”
Substitute wife for doll or sub and I had a feeling he was being honest about how he felt.
Part of me said it was too soon, but the bigger part that thought it was perfectly logical to take over him completely wanted to wrap him up and never let him leave.
My sweet doll loved to test my self-control.
“That’s my good girl.” Kissing his shoulder, I let the dress pool around his feet so he was left standing there in demure cotton panties and cute kitten heels. “You know how to take care of your man.”
The old-fashioned fantasy had his cock straining the front of the soft fabric, but I ignored his sexy clit. He was my good girl, so I had to slowly seduce him, and that started with gentle caresses as I took my time.
Arching his ass back to press it against my erection, he nodded as he leaned his head against me. “Anything you need, Sir. I just want to make you happy.”
There was just enough honesty in the sweet words to make my arms tighten around him. “Such a good girl.”
Staying in the fantasy made it easier to ignore the reality of what we both wanted. I wasn’t sure it was the healthiest way to handle it, but if it gave us an outlet for the all-encompassing need, it had to be better than moving in together.
Right?
Giving his shoulder one last kiss, I straightened and walked around him, loving the innocent, endearing expression he was wearing. “Such a pretty girl for her husband.”
He blushed, dipping his head and looking wonderfully bashful as his cock got even harder, leaking precum and making the innocent-looking panties damp. “Thank you, husband.”
“So well behaved.” Cupping his jaw, I ran my thumb down his cheek. “I hope this continues even when I do wicked things to you, baby.”
The shocked innocent act slipped just for a second as he shivered, but his eyes quickly widened as he sucked back a moan. “Oh, I will. I promise. Anything for you, husband.”
God, he was utterly wicked and wonderfully perfect.
“My sweet, dirty girl.” Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, I ran my fingers around the edge of his panties and slowly inched them down his hips as he fought back another moan. “Let me see your pretty clit.”
As he stepped out of the panties, he blushed again and crossed his legs, playing at hiding his body. “Oh, I shouldn’t…”
The I’m a good girl routine was utterly perfect and I had a feeling he’d done something similar in a series at Leashes & Lace.
There weren’t too many people who could say their work made their sex life even better.
“You have to.” Gently moving his hand away, I frowned down at him and gave him a disappointed husband look. “Who do you belong to, sweet girl?”
Giving me a wide-eyed expression that went right to my cock, he simpered perfectly. “You, husband. I’m sorry.”
Shaking my head and managing a very good disappointed stare, I gave him what I knew he wanted. “I’m going to have to punish you for being a naughty girl.”
Biting his lip, he looked sad and erotic at the same time. “I know you have to. I’m sorry I’m making you punish me.”
This seemed almost more fucked up than the doll fantasies, but I soothed my worries by taking another peek at his hard cock.
“It’s what I’m going to have to do.” Brushing my lips against his, I sighed. “But we’ll do it after I get you ready for the night. It will give you a chance to think about how naughty you were hiding your body from your husband.”
Yep, definitely more fucked up than the dolls.
But it was still hot.
Leaning into me, he rested his head on my shoulder and managed to let out a ragged breath. “Yes, husband.”
He was so hard, his cock was teasing the edge of my pants, begging for attention, but I stroked my hand over his head, making a tsking sound. “I know, baby. But it has to be done or you’ll never learn.”
Emerson couldn’t hide the needy shiver that raced through him, so he did his best to look nervous and shy as he pulled away. “Thank you for understanding, Sir.”
Kissing his cheek, I smiled, aiming for a bit narcissistic, but I wasn’t sure I was a good enough actor to pull it off. “You’re welcome, baby.”
Hmm.
The fantasy was missing something.
As I crouched down to help him out of his heels, I took his hands. “Step out carefully. I don’t want my girl hurt.”