Page 21 of The Dollhouse

Oh, I’d say she was close to an orgasm. Very close. It would not be an orgasm she had unless she came to her senses and declared she was mine. I’d make her give Carter his release, make her help me reach mine—but she would never have hers.

Did that make me a cruel master? Perhaps, but I was never one for caring about whether or not I was cruel. Cruelty was human nature.

I withdrew my hand, feeling her slick on my fingers. “Tell me you’re mine, and I will give you anything and everything you want. I could make your dreams come true, or I could be the nightmare you see every time you close your eyes. Make your choice, Zoey.”

Her eyes opened into slits, and I ran a thumb over her mouth, watching as her lips parted slowly. I waited on what she would say with bated breath, itching to get my other hand back between her legs, to feel those hips grinding against me, edging herself to her own orgasm. “Fuck,” she murmured, “how’s a girl supposed to respond to that?”

A chuckle left me. “A girl is supposed to be thankful, and to take the opportunity when it arises.” I slid my hand into her panties again, hearing her moan softly as I did so. “It’s not something I offer to everyone.”

It wasn’t something I offered to anyone before her, but she did not need to know that. All Zoey needed to know was that my offer was good, and that I was a man of my word. I needed this girl to be mine.

“Just say the words, and everything in your life will change,” I tempted her.

“I’m yours,” Zoey whispered, her words catching in her throat when I pushed a finger inside her, filling her up as my thumb put pressure on her clit. She had no choice in the matter. Sooner or later she would’ve been mine, anyway; better to become mine now and reap the benefits sooner.

I said nothing, though I did do what I promised her earlier: I helped her to her release, my finger fucking her while my thumb rubbed her. Carter held her arms behind her back, holding her steady, but still, when she came, her whole body shook. She would’ve fallen to the floor if Carter wasn’t holding her, I bet, with the sheer force of the orgasm. A world-shattering, heart-stopping orgasm if I ever witnessed one, judging from the cry that left her and the clamping of her pussy on my finger.

When she was stable, when she no longer rode the high of her orgasm, I pulled my finger out of her, taking a step back and dropping the hand that still held onto her jaw. I knew, without looking down, a huge erection pressed against my pants. Her gaze did drop to see it, but she said nothing about it.

I moved to my usual chair, collapsing in it as if I had the world’s weight on my shoulders. Carter still held onto her, her tits exposed, the place between her legs dripping wet now. I knew it then: I’d never get enough of her. Whatever drew me in like a moth to the flame where she was concerned would never fade.

“Get on your knees then, Zoey,” I told her. “Get on your knees and worship Carter’s cock like it’s mine.”

Carter released her, and she made no moves to pull the fabric bunched over her tits down. She left them hanging out as Carter moved to the side, standing beside her. Zoey turned toward him, sluggish in drawing her gaze away from me and bringing it up to Carter. This way, I’d be able to see his cock disappearing in her mouth, get to see the look on both their faces as she gave him head.

This time, I didn’t think I could simply watch. I think I needed to do more than sit here and stare.

Zoey and Carter stared at each other for a minute, her hands slow to move toward his belt. Just below sat a thick bulge, his erection plain for any and all to see. She did not break eye contact as she undid his belt, sinking to her knees like a good girl as she helped his length free. His cock stood, nearly hitting her on the cheek, an impressive sight, though she barely blinked as she gazed upon it. She probably remembered being speared by it not too long ago, feeling it inside her as she took charge while on the couch.

She liked taking charge, but based on this, on how she acted, she also liked taking orders just as much, if not more.

Her full lips parted, her tongue darting out and licking the tip of Carter’s cock like a piece of candy. Carter’s wide chest groaned, but he made no moves to grab her, to force that mouth to take his length in inch by thick inch. He knew I wanted her to do it, knew I wanted Zoey to fully commit and prove to me just how willing she was to be mine in every way.

Zoey took her time in opening that mouth wide enough to suck him off, and her head was slow to bob along his length. She knelt in front of him, her breasts heaving with every bob of her neck, doing exactly what I’d told her to do.

Finally, a good girl. I’d make sure she was rewarded for this.

Carter’s eyes shut, and he moaned, his hands turning to fists at his sides. I knew it was probably hard for him to stand there and let her do what she wanted to his cock, but I also knew he was dying inside, needing to erupt any moment now, especially after my little talk with her.

I ran a hand over my crotch, feeling my erection twitch under the fabric. I wanted nothing more than to pull it out, wrap a hand around it, and pump with wild abandon, but I knew the moment I did, my attention would be splintered. I would not be able to stroke myself and focus on Zoey and the way her mouth moved along Carter’s cock.

No, maybe, after she was finished with Carter, I’d get her to kneel in front of me.

She bobbed along Carter quicker now, her mouth more used to his thickness. Zoey took him in like a champ, eagerly sucking even as his hips began to move. He did not fist her hair, but he still jerked his hips, pushing his length deeper into her throat. She couldn’t deep-throat him like Crystal could, but perhaps with time, that would be a skill she would learn.

“Fuck,” Carter’s strong body shook when he came, a loud groan escaping his throat as he pushed into her mouth. Zoey slowed, letting him spill into her, tasting his seed firsthand, and after Carter withdrew his cock from her mouth, she licked her lips and swallowed him down.

Zoey would get no rest, yet.

“Come to me,” I commanded, something like pride swelling within me as Zoey turned her head toward me, her cheeks flushed from giving Carter head. I leaned forward in my seat, scooting my ass towards the edge and parting my knees. “I want to feel that mouth, now.”

She was before me the next moment, having crawled to me, leaving Carter and his cock behind. Carter wasn’t happy, but nevertheless he stuffed himself away and lounged on the couch. For once, it would be his turn to watch and become the voyeur.

Those blue eyes rose to meet mine, and I felt my cock harden even more at her nearness. The darkness in her stare, the way her expression begged me to claim her, to give her life a purpose again, what could I do besides lose myself in her? I had my work, and then I had her. It was all I needed.

My dick was out within moments, looking quite impressive in her hands. I held in any groans, though it was difficult, even as she stroked its length a few times, staring at it as if she’d never seen something more appealing.

When she brought her mouth to it, when I felt her hot breath on my tip, I gripped the armrests of the chair, stopping myself from holding her like that. I could be rough; I didn’t want to hurt her. Not yet. Not when I’d finally gotten her to see the truth, to admit to both herself and me that she was all mine.

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