Page 71 of The Doll and The Domination

“I know what I said.” He uses the arousal from my throbbing pussy to lubricate my ass. “And I know I’m contradicting myself. But now I want to claim you. Show him you’re mine.”

I choke on a gasp as he eases his fingers inside both of my holes. A pulse runs rampant in my core, building a single flame of desire into a beastly inferno.

“I’d give anything to taste you right now, baby.” He sinks his middle finger in my ass and his thumb in my quivering pussy. My back is facing our friends, and it’s like we’re all alone, hiding in the shadows of our cage.

My head falls back at the way his fingers hook.

“I love when you fill all of my holes.”

Dessin’s eyes shudder with fire and madness. “Careful,” he grits through clenched teeth.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll traumatize our friends by fucking you through these bars.”

My eyes roll back in my head, my cunt flutters with insatiable need, and I’m close to seeing stars. How can we have such an attraction through all of this hell? It’s like a magic curse between us. An invisible bond that can’t be broken.

Our friends bicker loudly behind us, cackling like little hens. It’s the perfect amount of noise for what I feel is rising in my lower belly.

“Dessin?”

“Yes, baby?” He saws his large fingers inside me, curving his movements to hit the perfect spot. My mouth falls open as I arch against the bars. I’m tingling, throbbing, undulating against the bars for more of him. Crazed. Feral. An addict for the hard lines of his abdomen, the mountain of muscle in his arms and chest. My mouth waters at the idea of pleasing him like an obedient, good girl.

“If I come right now, will you keep me quiet?” I ask, breathy and unstable.

Dessin drops his head with an anguished exhale, like my words have officially defeated him. He nods, unable to give me verbal confirmation.

“Do you love me, Dessin?” I ask, barely a whisper, barely a sound at all.

“Yes,” he mouths, his breath continuing to huff over me. “I love you so much, it’s fucking painful to be separated by these bars.”

I’m careful not to move to tip the others off, but I want to grind against his hand so bad that my thighs twitch.

“Are you going to marry me one day?”

His stormy expression lightens a little. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“And—”

“And I’ll fill you full of my come until it’s dripping down your thighs for days,” he growls, moving his fingers faster, harder, bruising me with pleasure. “Until there’s a baby in your belly.”

My climax explodes around me. An idyllic blast in my lower half. A sense of floating, dreaming, flying. Dessin’s hand flies over my mouth to silence any sound that comes close to bursting from my lips. As the jolts of my desire subside, I look down at the long bulge in his pants.

“My turn,” I purr. But a noisy splash of liquid hitting the floor pivots our attention away from each other.

“Are you alright?” Niles asks in alarm.

Another splash, and I’m standing up to see what’s going on.

Marilynn is hunched over, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. A puddle of bile spreads across her cage, surrounding her. She leans back against her bars with a thud, wincing as she coughs.

“Hey, talk to me,” Niles pleads.

But she doesn’t respond, only closes her eyes and lightly dabs at the sweat beading across her pale brow.

We’re all standing now.

“Marilynn?” Ruth asks.

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