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)
The way he was barely holding on to the fantasy said he was a bit too close to the edge, so I eased off the slow caresses until he took a long breath. When he looked steadier, I released his cock and gave it a light pat before going back to treating it as his cute little clit. “Good girl. Let’s find you something pretty to wear.”
That could’ve meant a thousand different things, especially to Emerson, but I had what I thought would be the perfect complement to his sweet wife fantasy. A nightgown that looked straight out of a nineteen fifties movie, except for a lot shorter and a lot more see-through than any of those Hollywood beauties would’ve worn for the camera.
Emerson still hadn’t seen it yet, though.
Online shopping and overnight shipping were marvelous things, and the new nightgown wasn’t the only thing that would be showing up over the next few days.
“I have a surprise for my pretty wife.” Kissing his cheek, I took his hand and led him back into the bedroom. Our first stop was the dresser where I slipped on boxer briefs. I’d just come but he was tempting, and I wanted everything else to be about him, not about me getting off again.
He blushed and looked bashful as he watched me cover up, but he couldn’t quite control his hungry gaze as he leaned into my shoulder. “What kind of surprise is it, Sir?”
I wasn’t sure if he was curious and cuddly or just wanted a reason to rub against me and watch me get my dick positioned just right, but I kissed his head and pretended nothing was amiss. “One that I have to show you. Are you ready to get pretty for me?”
He nodded, still looking sweet and eager with wide eyes. “Oh, yes, Sir. I want to look pretty for you.”
There was just enough genuine feeling in that simple sentence to let me know how much he loved dressing up for me. I had an ah-ha moment, realizing on some level why being my doll had been so easy for him. It was an extension of something he already loved.
“Good girl.” Running my thumb down his cheek, I kissed him softly. “Let’s get you all pretty for your spanking.”
The reminder had his cock jumping again and he shivered. He aimed for nervous, but he just looked hungry and ready to be punished. “Yes, Sir.”
Barely holding back a smile, I led him over to the closet and pulled out the nightgown I’d hidden at the back. The way he sucked in a breath had my grin escaping. He didn’t notice, though. My sweet wife was taking in every floaty, see-through detail of the nightgown.
His cute sigh was delightful, but the way he curled back into my side and just stared said he loved it without ever having said a word. “Oh, Sir.”
Yep, I’d picked out a winner.
Holding it up to his sexy body, I nodded. “Yes. Let’s see how this looks on my girl.”
Blushing sweetly, he quickly stepped back and held out his arms. “I’m going to look so pretty for you, Sir.”
His confidence was one of the sexiest things about him.
“Yes, you are.” Sliding the arm holes over his hands, I moved around him and helped him into the floaty nightgown, carefully tying bows out of the thin ribbons to fasten it closed.
It was perfect for him and perfect for the fantasy we’d created.
“Oh, I knew this would be so pretty on my sweet girl.” I hadn’t seen his dress when I’d bought the old-fashioned nightie, but the fake fur around the bottom that was the same blush pink as the nightie and just how wonderfully sheer it was had screamed Emerson.
The way it was swirling around his body as he stepped back from me and made a turn had his dick playing peek-a-boo, making it even better. All it needed was a cute pair of heels to go with it, but I hadn’t been sure of his shoe size.
It would definitely work for the time being, though.
“Thank you, Sir.” He stepped closer again, taking my hand and squeezing it before giving me a soft, gentle smile. “You always find me the prettiest things.”
I wasn’t sure how much was fantasy and how much was just how he really wanted to be treated, but he was utterly delightful.
“You’re welcome, Emmy.” Again, every time I used the name, he looked at me like I was wonderful…and I had a feeling his spanking was only going to make me look more incredible in his eyes.
Taking his hand more securely, I walked him over to the bed, kissing his head as I sat down and leaned against the headboard. It was time to give him what he desperately wanted and obviously needed. “Come here, Emmy. It’s time to make sure you know your place.”