Page 6 of The Dollhouse

She did, torn between studying me and watching Carter and Crystal.

“What’s your name, girl?” When those eyes focused on me, I couldn’t help but hold her stare, recognizing something in their color. I’d never seen this girl before, of that I was sure, but the look in her eyes called to my mind a hollow vacantness I knew all too well. That, and a sick curiosity about what was going on less than five feet in front of us.

“Zoey,” she whispered.

Her real name, or a name she’d chosen for the Dollhouse specifically? I supposed it didn’t matter either way, for I found myself eager to know more about this pink-haired, hollow-eyed girl.

She was pretty. Young, too. Just out of high school, if I had to guess. Maybe nineteen or twenty. That would make her fifteen years my junior, but age hardly mattered in these things.

“You may call me Roman,” I said, giving her one of my smiles. They were rare things, and I only brought them out when necessary. “If you’d like.”

It appeared as if Zoey wanted to say something, but the hard moans of pleasure coming from Carter caused the both of us to look, witnessing his orgasm be born. His length jerked into Crystal’s throat, his cum coating her mouth. Now that he’d come once, Carter’s gaze moved to Zoey, and I knew what he was wondering.

A new plaything? A new toy? A new prop in this game we played?

Hmm. Perhaps, but not tonight.

Crystal wiped the corners of her mouth, standing up, bold even though she was naked and probably dripping wet between her thighs. “Zoey—” She said no more, for I held up a finger. When I moved my finger around in a circle, she said nothing, moving to the couch and bending over it, exposing her ass.

“Tell me, Zoey.” My chest rumbled as I spoke. I felt the need to touch the girl’s tan skin, trace every line of that tattoo with my tongue. When you saw what I saw, when you did what I did, you learned to go with your gut on certain things, and right now my gut was telling me that I liked this pink-haired girl and the almost empty expression in her gaze. “Would you like to stay and watch him fuck Crystal?”

I never invited anyone to stay, unless they were participating. For her, for whatever reason, I wished to change that unspoken rule and invite her to remain. Zoey intrigued me, and I knew soon enough she might regret ever coming into this room.

I was not a nice man, you see. Far from it. I was dangerous, almost feral. The things I had done, the things I would do before breathing my last breath… Heaven would not be the home for me. As far as I was concerned, Hell was where all the fun was had, anyway.

“I think I should askyouif you want me to stay,” Zoey spoke slowly, frowning slightly at me. “You seem to be the king of this roost.”

The king. Yes, I supposed that was me, especially here. I always got my way, and Zoey, though I’d just met her, knew this. That, or perhaps she simply wanted me to tell her what to do.

“Stay,” I told her, my gaze slow in drifting back to Carter and Crystal. I was never one to stray from watching, but I found with Zoey standing beside me, I wanted to do just that. It was most definitely new.

With a nod from me, Carter positioned himself behind Crystal. She said nothing, but she did let out a low moan when Carter filled that sweet pussy in one thrust. The busty blonde was bent over the couch, getting fucked from behind.

I ran my nails across the pad of my thumb, feeling my cock swelling against my pants. I could never describe how much I enjoyed watching others fuck; I just did. Watching, telling the participants what to do and how to take it… I got a certain titillation from it, a rush of pleasure in every part of my body—though of course, mainly in my dick and the ball sack under it.

As I lifted my gaze away from the two bodies near the couch, I was unsure what I’d find in the girl beside me, whether she’d be watching the fuck fest across from us or staring at me.

Me. The girl stared at me through long, dark lashes.

I had the sudden urge to tell Carter to pull himself out of Crystal and bend Zoey over, but I refrained from doing so. There was something about Zoey that was so… different. She was different than these other women, I could tell just by this quick meeting. The emotion she held in her light azure stare was not the emotion that should reside there; if anyone else had stumbled upon this on their first night working, I think they’d back right up and pretend to have never seen it.

Zoey didn’t. Zoey wanted me to know she saw.

Holding her gaze for a few moments, I was begrudged in returning it to Carter. He worked her hard, rough, a wild animal when it came to fucking; he knew no other way. Being gentle was never part of the package that was Carter.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Zoey would like it rough. Based on first impressions, I’d say she would. I wanted to lean over to her, run my fingers down that smooth, flat stomach of hers, dip them so low against her skin that I’d feel the slickness of her slit. Would she be wet already? Did she get off watching others have sex like I did?

Or, maybe she wished she was in Crystal’s place, being used and discarded.

The girl was a new entity, something I had to be careful with. The glint in those eyes, she reminded me of a stray cat; you never knew if it wanted to be loved or fed, or if it would bite you if you got too close to it.

Carter’s muscular body had Crystal by the hips, his fingers digging into her skin hard. He fucked her until he came, and he all but roared out his pleasure. An animal indeed, a hunter, a lion claiming his lamb.

Was Zoey a lamb, or was she a lion in disguise? I guess we would find out, because if I had my way, I’d be seeing her again.

Pulling out of her, Carter grabbed his pants and stuffed himself away, leaving Crystal bent over the couch, her dripping cunt visible to everyone in the room. Crystal knew what was good for her; she didn’t move. She remained exposed, breathing unevenly. Carter, on the other hand, strode to my side, eyeing Zoey up.

Though his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, he looked like he could kill. “What should I do with her?”

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