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 costume was everything I’d imagined it would be as he brought it to life…and he was everything I’d imagined he would be from the first moment Roman had shown me his picture. “His hands are so big as they swirl you around the dance floor, but now he’s leading you away from the crowd. You’ve been naughty and now your hard prince wants to taste his pretty princess.”
Emerson’s expression shifted subtly and now the innocent doll was radiating a sweet need that said it was time to shift the scene.
“Now the next.” Taking off the outermost skirt changed it subtly as more of his body came into view. “Your prince finds you captivating, sweet Cinderella.”
With each layer that was removed, my innocent doll looked more sensual until he was just left in the corset and the tiny skirt that was more like flounces that decorated his body. “Your prince wants to play with his pretty doll.”
Emerson was incredible as he somehow managed to look both charming and tempting as his erection strained against the panties. A few more shots of the utter perfection in front of me and I reached for the panties without even thinking about it…or worrying about it.
Fuck.
Just before my fingers reached his hips, I met his gaze to see his eyes sparkling with laughter. Yes, the distracted photographer was clearly funny, but I was glad I hadn’t startled him or upset him in any way.
But I was going to show him I was worthy of being trusted, so I gently took them off without touching anywhere I shouldn’t have.
Something shifted in his gaze as I went back to capturing every angle, the humor quickly fading into something I couldn’t define. But I knew I had to capture it, so I brought the camera back up and prayed I had enough talent for whatever emotion was to show through.
As the mood slowly shifted again, I tilted his head and looked into his eyes, seeing the barely restrained passion that he was somehow managing to radiate. The innocence was gone and in its place was a doll that yearned to be owned.
“Yes…” It was just about perfect. “Your prince loves how tempting you are, little doll. He’s watching you…he knows how he wants to play with you…”
But there was something…
He needed to shine for this last transformation from a beautiful princess to the prince’s pretty play toy.
Oh yes…
Sparkles.
It wasn’t until I had the brush back over at my pretty doll that I realized I probably should’ve asked before assuming I could touch his penis.
Fuck.
He was so distracting, I lost all logic just looking at him.
Holding up the brush, I glanced down the line of his body making my intention clear. Another soft whimper escaped and his dick twitched. It looked like permission to me, but the distracting moment made it clear that we were going to have to sit down and have a long conversation about boundaries very soon.
We’d definitely done this backward and it was something I should’ve already thought about. However, for the time being, I trailed the brush along the length of his erection and highlighted his beautifully sculpted body without letting myself worry. “Yes, let’s try that.”
The faint sparkle made his cock catch the light perfectly, and as I started photographing him again, I knew we were right on the edge of perfection.
Taking a moment to study his hands, I played with their position, giving him a demure, surprised air and tipped his head down just enough to have him peeking up through his lashes.
“Yes, that’s my pretty doll…your wicked prince can see just how naughty his pretty Cinderella is.” Changing the angles and making sure to capture his look from every position, I shifted his head so he was looking over his shoulder and captured his beautiful ass as the skirt accentuated his curves.
The new angle needed a sparkle as well.
Quickly grabbing the brush, I highlighted the soft undersides of his cheeks. “That’s it, pretty one. Let me see how you’re aching for your prince, sweet doll.”
Something striking and just achingly stunning shone through and I knew these images were going to be unforgettable…just like the perfect doll in front of me would be completely unforgettable as well.
As I worked my way back around the front of my wicked doll, I shifted Emerson’s head and had him looking down at me coyly. “Yes, you’re silently begging your prince to keep playing with you…tempt him, little doll.”
Something like an idea or question flashed in Emerson’s eyes, but the only thing that was in his line of sight was the brush. “Oh, you want to be even more sparkly for your Owner, don’t you, pretty one?”
The soft sound that escaped was excited with a hint of desperation and as I got up to give him what he wanted, I couldn’t decide if it was Emerson or the naughty doll that wanted to be dipped in glitter.