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I collapse on her, but brace myself with my hands so I don’t crush her. Her labored breathing mingles with a soft sigh. I kiss her cheek, and a smile tugs at her lips.

“You okay?” I ask, slipping from her body. I blanket her with my body.

“So much better than okay,” she assures me.

I brush a lock of hair from her forehead.

“Think you learned your lesson?” She brings out the corny jokes from me. She laughs, so I’ll forgive her for it.

“I’ll never accuse you of being fifty again.” She tries to pull off a serious face, but it cracks. “Next time, I might assume sixty.”

I fall to her side and grab her into a hug. My cum is leaking from her and getting all over the bed, but I don’t give a fuck. I have my girl in my arms, and she’s smiling and sated.

What could be better than that?

Twenty-One

DOLLY

Potato chips can solve almost any problem, I’ve learned in the days I’ve been with Ken outside the playhouse. Mom and Dad never kept any in the house, and I wasn’t allowed to eat such treats anyway. They would fatten me up, and I needed to stay trim. For health reasons they said, but I know better now. Daddy needed to keep me small so I could be the perfect dolly for him and others.

“Careful, you’re going to get a stomachache,” Ken warns me as he returns from the bathroom.

I pop the last chip in my mouth and crumple the bag in my hands.

“Aren’t you bored?” I ask him, swinging my legs off the bed. It’s been two days since the playhouse was demolished, and I’m taking no news as good news. Nothing in the papers or the news reports mentions anything about the playhouse or my parents being found.

“I found something interesting.” Ken clicks the laptop to life. He’s been going through all the stuff he downloaded from Daddy’s computer. I went to the cafe across the street to get us donuts while he watched the videos. He didn’t want me to see them, and I had no inclinations to disagree.

“What?” I toss the chip bag in the trash.

He turns the computer toward me. “Queenhearts is still active on the web.”

My blood runs cold, freezing me for a moment. “You can see her?” I ask once the shock thaws enough. “Can she see you? She knows what you look like,” I rush out, worried.

“No, it’s okay. I have a user ID and no pictures. People don’t like putting their faces on these sorts of sites. I don’t have a picture of her either, but I can see her activity.” He points to the list of logins on the screen. “She’s been watching old sessions on the Dolly for Hire site.”

I wrap my arms around my middle. “You didn’t take the videos down?” He’s been letting other people see all the horrible things I did while I was in the playroom. Men and women were still having fun at my expense. Laughing at me. Using me for their benefit.

His hands on my waist pull my focus back to him.

“I didn’t because I wanted to watch the activity.” His voice is soft, like I’m a scared kitten who will run away if he gets too loud. Even kittens have claws.

“I don’t want people watching!” I shove his hands away from me. “I want them taken down. Now! No one gets to watch me anymore. No one!” He stands from his chair and wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

“Okay, okay.” He runs his hand over my hair. “We can shut down the feeds. I have what I need. I found her.”

My anxiety stills.

“Why did you let people—?”

“I needed to trace her, and the best way to do that was to let her keep watching. Dragonmate, too. But he hasn’t been on lately.”

I ease out of his embrace. “If you shut down the feeds, you won’t be able to see him?”

“Not on the site, but I might be able to track him down through other sites.” He rubs his forehead. “It’s been a long time since I’ve worked on computers like this. I mostly just play around. It would be easier if I could get into the state database, but if I use my login, the station will know. And I don’t know if they are looking for me or not.”

There’s been no mention of his disappearance or his partner’s.

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