Page 7 of Little Doll

What a joke.

Draven looked up upon my entrance and grinned, revealing even and white teeth. It was a handsome and genuine grin. The maid next to him visibly swooned. I stared at her as her round cheeks reddened and she squeezed her thighs together while gazing lovingly at my delightful fucking brother.

He stood and opened his arms. “Brother!” Draven cried. “It’s been so long since I’ve had the pleasure of seeing you!”

“It must be your lucky day, then!” I replied, ignoring his attempt at a brotherly embrace. He dropped his arms and looked a little like a child with his feelings hurt. Now the maid gave me her attention with a look of pure hatred. I rolled my eyes.

“Where are you off to so early?” Draven asked conversationally.

“It’s late to me, dear boy,” I answered, purposefully ignoring his question. He launched into an explanation of his plans for the day in London with Father. But I strode past him and his little harlot and out the back door, leaving him talking to thin air. I couldn’t help but smile at thefact that his soft heart would probably ache the day away.

I hurried to the barn. Workers inside noted my entrance. They busied themselves to keep their eyes off me. I went to the stall that housed my black horse, Midnight. I’d told the carriage driver when he’d brought back Little Doll and me from our adventures in the city to saddle Midnight and have her ready for me shortly. He’d done as he was told. Of course he had. Every fucker in this household was terrified of me.

They feared I waseven moreof a monster than I actually am.

In one fluid motion, I mounted Midnight, and we were off into the last few moments of the night.

Riding up to The Gilded gave my cold, dead heart a thrill. It had been too long since I’d darkened this place’s doorway. Those of us blessed enough to be members of this establishment knew it was actually called The Gilded Serpent. But the simple black sign with gold lettering read “The Gilded” in order to not stir up the prudes of London.

Arlo stood outside the door, a handsomely dressed groom, poised to greet me and take care of Midnight for me. He was excited to speak to me, but each second on the premises seemed to make my cock harder, so I brushed past him as I shoved Midnight’s reins into his hand and pushed open the heavy black front door.

At the reception desk was Mr. Grey, whose face fell into a look of astonishment upon my entry. Christ, these people acted like they were seeing a ghost. Certainly, it hadn’t beenthatlong since I’d been away, had it?

“Is she in her room?” I barked.

“Uh, I, erm… Yes, Mr. Fane, she is. She may be asleep. Her night has been… Busy.” Grey replied, stepping out from behind the desk as if to escort me.

I growled and waved him off with a flip of my hand. “She’ll see me,” I said as I took to the lavish winding stairway and headed up.

As my boots struck the second landing, I heard things that awakened the primal beast inside me. Screams. Cracks and slaps. These sounds distant and muffled. But above the buried sounds of anguish and violence, there were quieter sounds, but closer ones. Moans and sighs. Dirty utterings. Giggles and cries of ecstasy.

I remembered the way to her room as if drawn there by instinct alone. Or by a sort of beacon that configured to my cock. At the very end of thehall, I came to her door and placed my lips so close to it; they were practically kissing it.

“Sabina, Sabina, with the golden vagina, won’t you come out to play?” I called.

I heard a muffled thump of feet hitting the floor, then running across the wooden planks to fling it open. A short, voluptuous, nude woman threw open the door and her little freckled pixie face lit up. “Fane!” she shrieked, leaping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist.

Her skin was bruised, and she hadn’t yet washed off the stains left from other men’s cum throughout the night. Her long, curly blonde hair was a hot mess. She smelled of perfume, sweat and sex.

She laughed, overjoyed to see me.

I felt her hot pussy against me even through my clothes, which I was in a hurry to get off.

I carried Sabina back into her room, slamming her door shut behind us. With a roar, I crossed the small candlelit space in a heartbeat and threw her down onto her bed, which was covered in a mess of covers. She humphed as she landed, and her breath escaped her. But she laughed and spread her legs. She licked her lips tantalizingly andimmediatelysunk her own fingers into her pussy.

“Fuck,” I rasped, tearing at my suit coat and shirt. I only shoved my trousers down far enough to release my long rock hard shaft and pump my fist along its length while using my other hand toflip tiny little Sabina over. She squealed as I turned her and raked her onto her knees with her ass and her dripping pussy bore to me. She kept her fingers inside herself and had already begun to moan as she quickened her pace, ramming them in and out.

Well, alright then, I thought.

I sucked in a ragged breath of the rose scented candles in the hot room and also detected the slight sent of Bess on my cock from our romp earlier in the Romance Room. The memory of staring at Nova while Bess rode me sent another throbbing pulse into my cock. I smiled wickedly, leaning a little closer to Sabina’s asshole and spit on it. She squealed again, and with that, I slammed the full length of my cock into her tight little asshole.

I wasn’t in the mood for her golden vagina just then, anyway.

She arched her spine, threw her head back, and shrieked.

I laced my long fingers into her wild hair and growled as I thrust violently into her ass. It must have hurt her at first, but it never so much as disturbed the rhythm of her own dancing fingers. She moaned incoherently, her tiny body thrashing against me and against her own self pleasure.

“May I come, Fane?” Sabina seethed.

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