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The brush moves over my eyelid. He’s careful at first, almost annoyingly so.

I drag my hand around to his ass and pull him an inch closer by the meat of it so the front of the skirt brushes the inside of my knee.

The brush stops.

“Keep going.”

His hand moves again.

I hook my other hand around his waist and walk my fingers along the waistband until my palm covers the head of his cock through the skirt.

Jamie exhales. “Heather.”

I open my eyes.

The makeup brush is trembling in his hand.

“You’re gonna make me fuck it up.”

“You wanted this. Do it.”

“Heather.” He watches me for a way to make me stop without saying no. But he asked for this. Dolls need to learn to mind what they ask for. “Close your eyes.”

I do.

His fingers settle beneath my chin again. I let him get halfway through the first eye before I pull him closer.

The eyeliner stops. He’s quiet for a second. Then the eyeliner moves again.

I stroke him once through the skirt, slow, base to head, and stop with my thumb resting on the wet spot I made. He finishes the first eye anyway.

His breathing changes. The line doesn’t. He starts the other eye.

With my other hand I slip two fingers under the waistband and haul him closer until he’s standing in the V of my knees with my knuckles tight against his shaft.

“Jesus Christ, Heather.”

The pencil slips away from my skin before it can make a mark.

I open my eyes.

Jamie is staring at me. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Yes.” I squeeze him once under the waistband. “You’re doing very well.”

“Good boy?”

“Not yet.”

He looks at my mouth before he catches himself. Then he reaches for my chin again. “Close your eyes.”

He gets through the eyeliner despite my hand on his cock, then adds shadow while I circle the wet head with two fingers beneath the skirt. By the time he tells me to look up, he’s wedged between my knees, and every breath presses his cock deeper into my grip.

He works beneath my eyes with a smaller brush.

I stroke him again, skin to skin this time, and feel him kick against my fingers.

His mouth curves. He finishes my eyes.