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Which is saying something, because I was barely past puberty at that point and could’ve come in my pants just by someone even glancing in the direction of my dick.

And the excitement only grows from there as my doll removes her bra, then veers from her original choreography—since she grasps hold of my leather belt on either side of my neck, which technically shouldn’t be there—and stands so that my face is level with her bare breasts. And then she tugs me toward her, her elbows pressing her small tits together to cushion the impact, and I swear to God I nearly drool right down between them as my mouth lands in her cleavage.

It has me questioning if I’ll be making fun of Brian for being a switch ever again.

She sits back down on my thighs, stealing her softness from where I’d happily suffocate, but keeps hold of her leather reins, and I tense the muscles of my neck and back to give her the stability she needs in order to complete her next gloriously erotic move. She throws her head back, her spine arching until her hardened nipples are pointed at the ceiling, and then dips even farther, to where all I can see from this angle is the underside of her chin, past and between her breasts.

I can’t help it then. I cannot and will not control the overwhelming need I feel in that moment to taste my little doll. And so I slide my arm beneath her arched back to hold her right above her hips, keeping her steady as I lean forward, her grip on the belt no longer needed as I take her weight and—right as the singers groan “Lick” once more—swipe my tongue from her belly button all the way up to the center of her chest.

She shudders, her upper arms squeezing her tits together once again, and I devour the flesh of her cleavage, sucking the soft skin and firm meat beneath it into my mouth to the point I get what I wanted. I’m now the one causing the red marks along her pale flesh, and her whimper and corresponding tug on the belt around the back of my neck only makes me suck harder.

See, little doll? I’m not a psychic. It’s your body that tells me exactly what it wants, I think but don’t say, because I’ve already deviated from her plan enough. I need to take back control over my own desires so she can see this night through the way she wanted it.

I unlatch from her breast, my pulse now thumping inside my cock while I take in the angry marks I’ve left behind as I sit up. I wait for the feeling of regret I normally get on the rare occasion I bruise my wife’s flawless skin, but it never comes. Especially as she stays in this position draped over my arm, her ribs making faint appearances with each deep inhale as she catches her breath. It wasn’t the exertion of her dancing that caused her to start panting like she just ran a marathon. Her breaths were mostly even when she first perched her soft ass just beneath my cock. No, this is all me.

This is all thanks to the Dom she now needs and craves—one who will handle her like a beloved fuck toy instead of a porcelain baby doll or fragile figurine.

CHAPTER 16

Seven

When her chest is no longer heaving and I feel her start to try to sit upright, I move my arm to where my hand slides up her spine, then into her hair to cup the back of her head, my forearm still along the middle of her back as I lift her with ease. It brings the front of her body flush with mine, and I hold her there for a long moment, enjoying the intoxicating eye contact between us.

The song coming to an end brings her back to the present and her task at hand far too quickly, and almost immediately, she gives me an erotically creepy slow blink that signals she’s back in character. Reluctantly, I drop my arm, allowing her to lean back a little as she lets go of the belt she’s been clinging to like a lifeline. She flexes her fingers a few times, and I hear them crack. I smirk to myself, knowing I’m the reason her grip had been so tight on the leather strap.

Reaching around my shoulder, her hand reappears between us a second later holding an index card I hadn’t noticed taped to the side of my chair, since I’d been unable to pull my eyes away from my dancing sex doll for longer than it took to blink.

I look back up at her eyes, the faraway look in place, but when I don’t immediately take the card from her, I catch her take the quickest glance at my face, making one corner of my lips tilt up when she realizes she’d been seen. Yet she’s back to impressing the fuck out of me with her performance when instead of pouting or reacting in any other way a lifeless plaything wouldn’t, she slow-blinks twice…

Then robotically lifts the index card between our faces.

And although I’m still fully embodied by the Dominant inside me, neither of my personalities can resist it.

I toss my head back and laugh.

“Perfection,” I say when my laughter subsides, and as I take the card from her hand, unblocking her face from view, I catch the flutter of her eyelashes at my praise. “Now, let’s see.”

Just then, the disco ball and its spotlight lift to their original spot, and the lights of the playroom brighten to their usual ambiance.

“Let there be light,” I murmur in awe. She had thought of fucking everything, right down to bringing the lights back up so I could read the next card. Which I do once I don my reading glasses.

“If Test One has been completed to your satisfaction, it is now time to move on to Test Mode Two. While the first test was to check that all my limbs and joints and my outer features work properly, this second test is to do the same for my internal features. One of these include my built-in lubrication system—” My lips stretch into a smile, but I manage to keep from laughing at how clever this is. “—which should automatically coat two out of my three pleasure sleeves. Pleasure Sleeve 1 is also known as ‘my mouth,’ and Pleasure Sleeve 2 is also known as ‘my pussy.’ Like the human I’m modeled after, lubrication must be manually inserted into my third pleasure sleeve: my ass.”

I stop and glance up from the card to catch Twyla’s expression, but her jaw is clenched, and that faraway look is fully activated. I have nothing in her face to go off of, but if it’s been written here, I take that as her putting that option on the table.

We’ve done anal play in the past, but only with my mouth, fingers, and small plugs and toys. There was one attempt with my cock, but my tip barely breached that tightest part of her before the look of misery on her face had me pulling back and never trying again—and that was after an hour of foreplay and preparation that had her literally begging to be filled.

Was that one of the experiences she was referring to, in which she wished I had kept going, pushed her past what I deemed her limit, instead of coming to a full-stop like I did? She hadn’t called Red or even Yellow, but I was well acquainted with her body’s tendency to freeze when stressed by that point, when she would’ve been unable to use her safe word even if she wanted to.

But this… this is shedding even more light on what she’d written in the card. And my stomach feels like I’ve just dropped while riding the world’s tallest rollercoaster—exhilarated and full of anticipation for what might come next.

I clear my throat and continue reading. “Another internal feature that will be tested is the voice-activated speed, depth, and motion controls. Simply touch any part of my body while speaking whatever you’d like me to do. This smart feature uses AI technology that will allow me to learn what your specific commands mean if certain vocabulary isn’t initially recognized. Plus, I’ll eventually anticipate what you’ll find pleasurable from patterns in those commands.”

I grin and glance up at my doll’s now relaxed face as she stares over my shoulder. “So you’ve got your own built-in algorithm, huh? That’s pretty fucking high-tech for just a little fuck toy,” I say, being purposely crude to see if I’ll get any reaction.

I do, and the one I receive is just as surprising as being offered her asshole on a silver platter.

As perfectly still as my girl is trying her best to remain, she can’t control the instinctive slight rock of her hips. Surprising, because it was in direct response to degradation.

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