Page 14 of Little Puppet

“Master,” he grinds out, anger seething the edges of his beautiful eyes.

“What would you like me to do, master?” I ask again, voice shaking.

He grips my hips, holding me tightly as he slips from beneath me, coming in front of me on the bed on his knees.

“Sit.”

I drop onto my butt, sitting awkwardly with one leg dangling to the first step over the edge and one drawn up in an L shape.

On his knees, his waist is at my face.

“Take out your master’s cock,” he orders, and his voice is dripping with something sinful, but it’s nothing I’m afraid of.

Instead, it seems to sate some gnawing hunger in my stomach.

I listen, tugging down his sweats to his knees to free his massive erection.

My eyes travel over it before lifting to look at his. His hands are on the ceiling, holding onto the wooden plaque my strings anchor into on the tracks above. “Suck, darling,” he rasps out.

A shaky breath expels out of me before I lean forward with my mouth open, licking the drop of salty pre-cum off the head of him.

He hisses, and it lights something in my belly.

A candle with a primal flame I didn’t know existed within me before flickers to life.

“Be a good puppet and suck my cock, and then I’ll feed you until your heart is content.”

Forgotten is the hunger I had, replaced with a far more bone-chilling one.

Because what I’m hungry for now is him.

The man who ran me off the road and strung me up like a plaything.

Chapter 5

Ihold onto the wood where my puppet dangles, twisting it back and forth, and the strings on her hooks pull with each movement.

She’s afraid of the raw lust in her veins, I can tell. I have to admit I was surprised to see her up here. No other woman has left the confines of the bedroom.

I felt her presence like a fucking heatwave as I awoke, and I watched her study me like a problem she was trying to riddle out. The way her eyes raked over me and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip told me she was hungry for more than food.

“If you want me to feed you, little puppet, you must behave. I won’t tell you again. Suck my cock down like a good little darling.”

She licks her lips and leans forward, taking me into her hot mouth and sliding me down her slick throat.

She feels so good, and my eyes nearly cross as she bobs on my dick, swirling her hand behind her mouth.

Her piercings line the back of her arms from right above her elbows over her shoulders and upper back.

It took me three women to get it right, three times of trial and error. With its swivel technology and never-ending patterns where my girls can go, the track took five women to perfect. The bed height had to be optimal for them to sleep without me having to disconnect them, and that took four women to get right.

It seems to me now that all the work I’ve done over the years might’ve been for this moment.

For her.

My perfect little fuck doll.

“That’s a good girl, darling. Take me deeper,” I coax, letting one hand leave the plank of wood she dangles from, sliding it through her silky blonde hair.

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