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)
A name.
Every doll needed a name.
As he obeyed, exaggerating how careful he would be and looking at me gratefully, I smiled. “That’s my good girl. I’m very proud of you, Emmy.”
My character might’ve been a dick, but my sweet doll looked like he’d just fallen in love.
Chapter 19
Emerson
Oh, Owner gave my femme side a name.
I was going to be Emmy.
He’d named his doll.
Owners only did that when they were going to play with their dolls a lot.
I had the best Owner ever, and he was the best old-fashioned husband ever. He even worried about me falling out of my heels and needed to punish me.
It was perfect.
“Thank you for helping me, Sir.” I kissed his cheek as he stood, still holding my hands. “You’re so good to me.”
He’d named me.
Owner ran his hand over my head and around my ear before leaning in to give me another peck. “You’re welcome, Emmy.”
Oh.
My name.
Trying not to look too happy about my upcoming punishment, yay, I aimed for a sweet smile because my husband was pleased with me.
This was so much more fun than just trading stories about our lives. This was who we were and was much more important. We could be a couple as long as our fantasies and needs were compatible. Just knowing I threw knives and grew up in the circus didn’t seem to matter as much to our current relationship.
Taking my hand, my sexy husband led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was tender again as he moved me to stand on the bathmat and kissed my cheek. “How should a good wife wait for her husband?”
Oh, I knew this one.
Sinking down gracefully like I was wearing the prettiest dress and wanted to kneel for my prince, I loved his simple nod. “Good girl, Emmy.”
He was perfect.
And this fantasy was much more perfect than if he’d made me stay a boy.
“Thank you, Sir.” I was such a cute housewife.
My husband’s smile and the pleased look I thought was just Owner’s sent a wave of pleasure and sparkly happy emotions through me, making me even harder.
Especially when he stepped back and started slowly taking off his clothes.
I had the sexiest Owner ever.
One piece at a time, he took his time showing off his body and making me wait so patiently to touch him. “You’re such a good girl, Emmy. Very patient.”
I melted so much at the sweet words even my clit was dripping.
“Thank you, Sir.” But this kind of waiting was the hardest. I was good, though, and I kept my hands on my knees and my body displayed for my husband.
I was a wonderful housewife.
When he was finally naked for me, with his broad chest leading down to narrow hips and a long, thick cock, it made waiting to have him make love to me even harder. But I would do it for my Owner and he’d love me even more for all my patience.
Reaching out his hands as steam started filling the room, he made it clear he wanted my hands. Helping me to rise carefully like any gentleman would do, he kissed my cheek again. “It’s time to get my girl all clean.”
And then he was going to spank me because I’d been naughty.
Just thinking about it made me shiver.
“Thank you.” Kissing his cheek sweetly, I followed him into the shower and smiled as he put me under the spray first.
He had such good manners.
Taking the shampoo, he slowly worked it through my hair like it was long and luxurious and on display just for him. I had to fight the long, dirty moans that wanted to escape and settled for quiet whimpers that had him smiling, pleased and proud.
My husband loved what he did to me.
But while I thought the shampoo was difficult, it was nothing compared to the bodywash. His hands slowly stroked over me and his fingers managed to tease every sensitive spot until I was whining softly and my clit was bouncing up and down.
It was a little attention whore, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Hmm, maybe next time Owner would lock it in a cage to make it even smaller for this game?
It would look very cute that way.
Putting that mental note in the back of my head, I had to focus on staying in character and being wonderfully sweet as Owner ran his hands between my legs. I decided that a quiet moan might be ladylike, but his perfect, tender words almost made me come.
“Let’s get that pussy clean for me, Emmy. I might want to play with it after I spank you.”
He said the sweetest things.
“Thank you, Sir.” I didn’t have to fake the shiver that raced through me as his soapy fingers slipped between my legs and teased over my hole. “I…”