Page 15 of The Dollhouse

Fuck. I wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock so bad, it was like I was a fucking teenager again, willing to do anything to get it.

I watched as her squirming intensified, as her hips began to gyrate along Carter’s mouth, putting more pressure where it felt good. Zoey tried to bite her bottom lip to stifle whatever was about to come out, but she failed miserably; when she came, when an orgasm flooded its way through her body, she arched her back and cried out, a sound of deep satisfaction through and through.

Carter was going to give her more, to keep going and drown out anything else in that pretty head of hers, but Zoey stopped him by sitting up. She had a hand in his brown hair the next moment, pulling him up, crashing her lips to his in a display I could only describe as hungry.

Kissing. It was not something Carter usually did with anyone here, not with two pairs of lips.

I found myself enraptured as Zoey sat up, her mouth still attached to Carter’s, moving them so that he sat on the couch and she straddled him. She rubbed her hips against his pants, and I’d bet any money she wiped some of her wetness on his trousers, right over his bulge.

Zoey pulled her mouth off his, fumbling with his belt. Over her shoulder, Carter looked at me, his green eyes wordlessly asking me what he should do. I said nothing, made no movements; the only thing I wanted right now was for Zoey to feel alive, and if that meant taking charge and fucking Carter herself, then that’s what I’d let her do.

She had his cock out within moments. I saw her ass lift, her body positioning itself over his thick length, and then I watched her sink onto it, inhaling as she took it in. Zoey was motionless for a while, her body taking its time to get used to the cock spearing her, but once she started going, she was gone.

Her hands moved to the couch cushion just above Carter’s shoulder, her hips rocking along as she set the pace. Carter’s chest let out a groan every now and then, his eyes glazed over in lust and desire. When his hands found the sides of her hips, holding onto her as she rode him, I couldn’t help but wonder how tight she was.

Zoey might have that wide-eyed innocent face that came with youth, but she was no innocent. She knew how to ride him, how to make it feel good for the both of them, for nearly simultaneously they reached the peak of their pleasure. She tensed up when she came, her hips almost stopping their rocking altogether, but Carter took charge, the hands on her hips helping her keep the pace to bring him to his own orgasm.

Once they both came, neither one moved for a while. Zoey all but collapsed onto his chest, still breathing hard, and Carter made no moves to pry her off him and get his cock out of her. His gaze locked with mine, and I gave him a nod of acknowledgment.

“Well?” I spoke, my voice husky, the word coated in desire. “How are you feeling now, Zoey?”

She said nothing as she heaved herself off Carter, adjusting her bottoms before getting to her feet. Carter, however, remained still, refusing to stuff his length back in his pants. He was probably hoping she’d come back for more, but it looked as if she was done with him.

For now.

I waited for her response, eyeing her ass up as she bent over to grab her shorts.

She shot me a look. “I’d make a joke about how I’ve had better, but I’ve only ever been with one other guy, so I don’t really have much to compare it to.” Zoey shrugged, grabbing her jacket and her shirt, though, unlike her shorts, she didn’t move to put them on.

“Hey,” Carter hissed, insulted. “What the fuck?”

She shot him a smile. “What? I’m only being honest.”

Carter was about to get up, undoubtedly to grab her, throw her back on the couch, and make her eat her words—or his cock—but I held up a hand, stopping him.

“Let her go. This time it was about her, not you or me,” I reminded him, and Carter groaned, glaring at her. He clearly did not appreciate having his dick insulted; it was not something any other woman had done, not after becoming a slave to it. “She’ll learn to respect it.”

Zoey moved to the door, though she did stop, lingering with her hand on the door handle. Her gaze danced between Carter and me, the still rock-hard erection he held and the bulge pressing against my pants. “Is there anyone you’d like me to send in?” she asked, acting like nothing at all had happened here.

If she wanted to be blind to it, so be it. I’d let her, for now. Eventually she’d come around, and when she did, she’d be the only one I wanted to see on that couch.

“Carter,” I said, “have your pick.”

He stroked himself once, though if it was a reaction from Zoey he wanted, he did not get one. “Ruby,” he muttered, scowling.

“I’ll send her right in,” Zoey spoke, leaving without saying anything else.

Once we were alone, Carter shook his head. “Remind me why you like that one so much?”

I rubbed my chin, thinking along those same lines. Typically, I liked them obedient, but Zoey was the opposite. It would not be the first time I took someone under my wing to teach them how to act, opened their eyes to the realities of the world and how its pleasures were never enough, but this might just be a first for me in other ways.

For instance, the mere thought of Zoey working here made me rage. I didn’t want others leering at her, touching her, trying to take her home. She might not be mine yet, but she was as good as marked. Zoey would be mine, and I would have absolute control over who got to touch that hot, tattooed body of hers. She might think she knew the definition of control, but I would give it a new one.

Ruby walked in a few minutes later, heading straight to Carter. While they got busy, my thoughts remained focused on Zoey and the perplexing way she made me feel. I’d never wanted to mark my territory so bad.

Chapter Five – Zoey

Seven days went by, and when I got my schedule for when I worked at the Dollhouse the next week, I was stunned to see my hours had been cut even more. While the other women walked out of the break room, I stood there, staring, wondering what the hell I did to deserve this.

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