Page 35 of Little Doll

After a winding path down the driveway, the carriage slid to a stop outside the carriage house.

One glance inside would reveal this marvelous goddess of a woman, naked and on my nap.

The driver would get the point. And he did. I heard his footfalls hurrying away and leaving us alone in the dark carriage.

I traced my hands down her tight belly, and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, letting out a long, quiet sigh. Her body was still shaking but felt looser; more relaxed now.

Lightly, ever so lightly, my fingers ventured down to her muscular thighs, pushed in between and spread them open. She planted her feet on either side of my lap and my cock jumped against her soft ass. I kneaded the flesh of her inner thighs until I found the heat of her center and cupped it with one hand.

“Oh, Costel,” she moaned. She moved her hips very slightly. Maybe to create friction for herself against my hand. Or maybe to tease my hard cock.

I slipped a finger inside her. She panted faster, and I was able to feel every dark crevice of her, every hot fold of her with only one finger. It was enough to nearly make me lose my mind.

So, I slipped in another finger. Then I began to move them in and out of her.

She spread her legs wider and rolled her head fluidly. I found her clit and thumbed it soft but fast. Faster then very fast while also quickening the pace of my moving fingers. She rocked her hips a little faster too and also flexed her feet upand down on her toes like she was dancing some sort of ballet on my cock.

“My God,” I snarled.

I could hardly bear to pull one hand away from her little body, but I did so then, to fumble with my trousers and release my cock into the cool night air. There was just enough glimmer of moonlight to show me hard and long against her tattooed skin. “Do you want me, Wilhelmina?” I whispered.

She moaned and rubbed the soft, warm skin of her ass against my engorged dick. It wasn’t a yes. And I knew that even a yes right now in this moment was probably really a no. But she would have to forgive me because I had to have her.

I ran my hand up her spine and pushed her forward, bending her easily to reveal the dark center of her open to me. My cock slid into the tight heat of her, and she cried out. I was trying to refrain… To be gentle…

But then she drove herself onto me. She took me all the way into her. My tip reaching up to the front of her. I roared as she glided herself up and down on me. I bucked my hips into her, feeling her need building. Feeling a frenzy in her that called out to a fever in me. We rocked in perfect rhythm; me tracing her tattoos and whispering filthy words; her spread wide open and giving the performance of a lifetime.

It was no time at all until we both came undone together, tumbling noisily over the edge of ecstasy.

Chapter 15

Costel

My mother adoredWilhelmina and accepted her into our home. She didn’t ask questions. Blackmoth House wasn’t the sort of place where it was appropriate to ask questions. But it was the perfect place to hide someone who didn’t wish to be found.

By all appearances, Wilhelmina seemed happy to be at Blackmoth House. In the backmost part of the grounds, Mother gave her a little cottage - an unused servant’s cottage. She never asked to leave. She never asked after her family or mentioned Grimm Fair. Mother outfitted her in gorgeous, fashionable dresses and comfortable, lacy night clothes and provided her a happy life without hesitation.

It was Wilhelmina who first asked about the possibility of a wedding, and I, of course, was happy to oblige. Of course, I would marry mybeloved Wilhelmina. I was beyond overjoyed to think she would have me. We spent our days hand in hand, strolling the grounds and our nights making love in her little cottage. Soon there was talk of filling the long corridors and lofty rooms of Blackmoth House with a host of children to run and laugh and live happily forever. And so, the wedding was planned. Grimm Fair packed up and left the area and the wedding was to take place one week later.

The day dawned beautifully. Though it was supposedly bad luck, and Mother had strictly forbidden it, I couldn’t be stopped from sneaking first thing to Wilhelmina’s cottage and waking her with a kiss. The sun had only just begun its shine, and she smiled before she even opened her eyes.

“Costel!” she cried, playfully pushing me away. “What are you doing here? You know you can’t be here!”

I pulled up her cover enough to climb beneath it with her. The earliest hint of fall had arrived and there was a nip of cold in the cottage’s air. I grinned and lowered myself onto her. Her legs parted and allowed me to settle between.

“I don’t believe in luck,” I growled. “Especially notbadluck. Not when it comes to you, my darling.” I bent and nuzzled her neck, and she slipped her arms around my shoulders.

“Yes, but your mother said…”

“Let’s be fast,” I purred against her ear. “Fast and quiet like little church mice, and then I’ll scamper back to Blackmoth House and make sure your wedding is arranged perfectly.”

She giggled, but then her breath caught halfway through as I pulled up her nightgown and found her flesh bare and waiting for me.

“You knew I’d come, you little minx,” I said, kissing her nose.

“Let’s come together,” she replied, her eyes cloudy with her desire.

Making love to Wilhelmina Payne on the morning of our wedding day was the last time I ever spoke to her.

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