Page 11 of Little Doll

While they were closed, I fingered the straps of her gown and then savagely yanked them down. She yelped as the fabric fell away around her waist, revealing the laced corset underneath.

“Fane,” she whispered.

I circled to her back, my boots clicking on the wooden floor and echoing in the dark and quiet. I withdrew my knife from inside my coat pocket and flicked it open. This elicited another gasp from Izetta, which gave me a pleasant little chill. With one slice of the blade, the laces of her corset were cut, and it fell away.

Moonlight coursed in from an attic window and glowed on her back. She trembled as the cool night air met her skin. There was a long scar low on her back, right across her spine, and I fingered it roughly. Angry that I did not leave it there.Angry that she’d let him hurt her. Again, and so badly when I’d tried to save her before.

She shuddered beneath my unloving touch.

I circled back to her front where she stood still wearing her beautiful skirt but with her perfect breasts bared and rising up and down madly with her fast breaths. I ran my hand down her chest and between her breasts and forgave her for her sins.

I pulled the tie off her skirt, and it fluttered down like a falling cloud pooling at her feet.

She wore nothing but her boots beneath it, as I’d told her.

I leaned my lips to her ears. “Good girl, my pet. I should’ve touched you in the carriage, and I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You can touch me now,” she murmured. She stared at my hands for a few long, heavy seconds, so I lifted them to her breasts and touched them lightly. Her rosy nipples beaded into hard pearls.

“Take off your boots,” I whispered. She hurried to do as I asked, and soon she was standing there in nothing but my mask, leaning on her cane and squeezing her thighs together.

I fingered the pin and her hair, pulled it out, and set the mane of ringlets free. She shuddered as all the hair danced upon her skin.

“Let’s go into the Den now, my pet,” I said, taking her hand.

Her eyes darted to me. “I’ve heard of this place, Fane,” she whispered urgently. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”

I smiled broadly. “I told you, Izetta. I’m going to save you.”

After a brief hesitation, she gave me a small smile. “Thank you.”

Her hand shook in mine, and it thrilled me to my core. Hot plumes of desire unfurled low in my belly.

I took her through the small door and into The Serpent’s Den.

No one else was about. I’d managed to reserve the entire attic for us this special night. But there were any number of racks and contraptions that Izetta wouldn’t recognize but might still make her feel uneasy.

Thevibeof the place was dark and violent.

I moved to Izetta and devoured her with a kiss.

“I’m frightened, Fane,” she whispered against my lips.

You should be.

“Don’t be afraid,” I replied. Even as I said it, I reached between her legs and cupped her hot cunt. She tossed all that hair back and rasped out a long breath. I squeezed my hand and molded her flesh, and she emitted little quiet whimpers. “You don’t have to be quiet,” I whispered in her ear. This made her whimper a little more.

She was shaking hard, and I feared she might fall due to her malady. “Why do you have the cane?” I asked, circling around her again, studying the curves and the shadows of this woman I’d nearly forgotten. She was a bit thinner than I remembered, with new scars and deep bruises in obscene places. But still beautiful and fuckable.

“He broke my leg,” she said. “It will never fully heal.”

I traced my finger down her spine, across the scar in her lower back, and then down the center of her ass and delicately into the slit in her skin between her cheeks.

She spun around. “Talking about that won’t be a good way to get me to fuck you, I assure you,” she spat.

I laughed in reply.

I lead her across the huge attic space, by racks and hangers, by collections of whips and other various devices of either pleasure or torture. She eyed them all nervously. Delicious, dizzying arousal simmered inside me.

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