Page 15 of Dollface

I stop, resting the warm material of my dress across my breasts, my heart racing as I watch his breathing become more labored than before. “That’s not all the way off,” he states huskily.

“The rest will cost you more. One glove doesn’t equal my whole dress,sir.” He blinks and cocks his head. It’s as if he expects me to follow whatever he says with no question or comeback. Like I’m... well, a creation. The problem is, I’m not likeherother creations. There’s very little blind faith with me and my Creator. She tells me to jump, and I will ask her whybefore she forces me to do it. It’s the problem you run into while building someone from the scraps in a trash bin– you never know fully what you’ll get.

“Nah.” He raises up, now sitting on the edge of my bed. “You’ve got spunk, I’ll give you that, Blue.” Hearing him say my name melts me from my chest to my core. “But now, it’s my turn. And my next question is very simple.” He stands, stepping to my side, staring down at me, my head reaching just below his face. “Why don’t we stop playing these childish games, and play something more?” He reaches his hand forward, stroking my lower lip as I release the tiniest moan. “Exciting.” My eyes fall from him to the crackling fire, nervous and clueless as to what he means. Is he talking about adult games? Or,adult games? I can feel my body shrinking into itself. “Oh, dollface,” he coos, rubbing my mouth with his thumb. It feels so good, I want to pull it into my mouth and suck on it. Do his glowing lights have a taste? Are they warmer than the rest of him?

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” My response is silence. What am I to say?Sorry, I was kept in a room alone most of my existence and your thumb on my lips is the most sexual experience I’ve encountered.Yeah that wouldn’t cause him to laugh. “Interesting,” he muses while gently removing his thumb while stepping back away from the bed. “Never met a virgin before.”

I recoil at the label.Perfect. Of course he doesn’t want to play with me now. I’m inexperienced and have no idea what to do with him. A worthless virgin with no purpose, made from scraps and easily forgotten. Why would someone like the Boogeyman want me?

The sound of the floorboards squeaking confirms my suspicion; he’s leaving. Glancing up, I force myself to watch him go, but instead, I’m caught by surprise–he’s standing in my room, shirtless and wearing only a pair of dark pants. He’sglowing, color shining from his face, down his strong neck, all along his muscular and well-built frame, leading down to his hips and disappearing into his pants. He runs his fluorescent fingers through his hair while giving me a far too confident smirk. “Come on, Blue. Don’t leave me hanging here. Webothneed to be undressed for this next game.”

Next game? What game? My brain is not here anymore; she’s completely shut off. All I can manage to do is stare at his beautifully glowing body while the urge to squeeze my thighs together becomes almost too much. He is too much. I’m way too inexperienced to be here with him like this, and yet... I won’t ask him to stop. I won’t look away, not even for a second for fear this might all end. He might wise up and leave, taking his colors and these heavy feelings with him.

Letting out a puff of air, he shakes his head. “Guess I’ll have to help you with that,” he whispers while approaching the bed. Firefly wastes no time, pushing me onto my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he leans over my body, his weight barely on me. I instinctively cover my chest, gripping the gathered material of my dress. His hand glides up my stomach, up my arm before trailing to my neck. I slightly lift my head, allowing him to grip the side of my neck softly as he runs his thumb roughly across my lower lip, dragging it as he pulls the soft tissue, forcing my mouth open. His other hand grips the fabric around my chest, tugging it as I remain motionless, allowing him to undress me.

My body burns with excitement as it comes alive for what feels like the first time. I revel in each second of his touch as he skates over my skin. “W-what game did you want to play?” I ask, whispering the words at him, his thumb still on my face.

Firefly grins, his hair falling in front of his colorful face, his woodsy scent choking the air as the smell of him fills my lungs. “I’m going to do something, and you’re going to tell me if you door don’t like it. Okay?” He leans close to my face, his hot breath against my ear as he speaks. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. If you don’t like something, just tell me to stop. Though, I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy the things I’m about to do.” Something slithers along the shape of my ear, forked and warm. “Let’s see just how innocent you really are.” The statement resembles a low growl, igniting something deep within me.

Firefly retreats from my face, releasing my neck as he stands between my legs, watching me. “I’ll go easy on you.” He winks as he runs his hands along the tops of my legs, squeezing with restraint. He moves from my knee and down toward my hip, gripping my thighs tightly. “How does that feel?” he asks, watching me for any kind of visual response.

I swallow, my throat burning from breathing so hard. “It’s okay.”Okay? It feels fucking amazing.

“Oh?” He raises a brow. “Just okay? I’ll try not to take offense. How about this?” he asks, wrapping his hands around my thighs, dipping toward my center, lightly spreading them further apart while his fingers brush over the skin around my throbbing pussy. I can feel my body fighting the building urges as he continues to run his hand along my thighs, taunting me.

“I-I’m okay,” I hesitate, struggling to control myself. This reminds me of my dream, adding to the unbearable feeling I have between my legs. My nipples harden, pushing against the material of my dress I’m still clutching.

“Stubborn little doll.” Firefly removes his hands, placing them on either side of my body as he leans in, the heat of his breath dancing along the skin of my neck as he speaks into me. “You may think you’re winning this.” He opens his mouth, running his forked tongue along my neck as I shudder, gasping as a hot current rushes through me. “But I’ve got a trick ortwo up my sleeve.” His tongue traces the underside of my chin, flicking my heated skin.

“Tricks aren’t fair,” I pant as he moves the thin material of my dress aside, exposing my right breast.

His low chuckle causes my center to tighten as he looks from my exposed breast to my eyes, his face, filled with cocky confidence as he speaks. “I’m the Boogeyman, and I don’t play fair.” Firefly’s eyes burn into me as he runs his split tongue along my breast, fixating on my nipple. The feel of his hot mouth and saliva along my skin is a shocking sensation. Gasping loudly, I grip the bedding tightly, causing him to chuckle.

His tongue swirls around my hard nipple, “Ohhh,” he breathes out. “You like that pretty doll?” He flicks my nipple roughly, and I cry out. I can feel my pussy dripping, aching, and throbbing with something I had never felt before—at least, not to this extent. I can’t tell if what he’s doing is causing me pain or making my body beg for more, but I don’t want him to stop. I like this feeling, and I want more.

Firefly bites my nipple, causing me to scream out as my thighs tighten around his legs. “Careful,” he warns through clenched teeth. “You make noises like that, and this ride might make a turn you’re not ready for.” Instinctively, I lean into him, pushing against his mouth. “Oh?” He sucks my nipple, releasing it with a smack as he licks his lips and grips my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You better watch yourself, dollface. No matter how much you beg or how wet that greedy cunt of yours gets,” he snakes his free hand under my dress, running it along my center as I inhale sharply, the grip of his hand along my face tightening in response, “I don’t fuck with virgins.”

I can’t even process his words, as I’m too focused on not exploding from within. Something is building deep inside me, and I have no idea what it is, but I’m fighting it with all my strength. His finger remains on my center, drenched in mywetness, moving in a pleasing way. I can hear his breathing increasing as his finger moves faster and faster, his eyes watching me.

“Keep fighting it, dollface, but you’re no match for me.” He smiles, gently pushing his finger deeper inside my body. My breathing hitches at the intrusion, my body jolting as I try to fight whatever this foreign feeling is that’s consuming me. It’s an overwhelming urge and desire, drowning my tightening body as I scream out. I clench around his finger, my inner walls pulsing and squeezing him, my body rubbing against the soft skin of his palm as the world explodes with...color—color I’ve only seen on him. My entire room has burst to life as I memorize every shade and hue before me, including those on his face as my heart nearly gives out from the euphoric feeling.

Not a moment later, my body is slowly beginning to relax, and I notice the color beginning to quickly fade away; the only brightness to the world remaining is my Firefly.

No, bring it back.

He slowly removes his fingers, my warm wetness dripping from his skin as he moves his hand to his face, breathing heavy. “Told you I’d win.” He winks, running his snake-like tongue along his fingers, tasting my glowing fluid. The color of it resembles one of the many inked on his body. “Next time, I’ll let you taste mine, if you’re a good girl.”

My head drops with exhaustion, sweat covering my skin like a glistening layer of dew. My body quivers with each breath as I try to catch my racing heart. The memory of his touch lingers on my skin, making me ache for more. I don't want him to leave; no, I crave for him to stay and make me feel this way again. I yearn for the colors and feelings that surged through me in those fleeting moments.

A creaking sound jolts me out of my daze and I quickly raise my head, scanning around the room. In the dim light, I realizethat I’m all alone in my bedroom. A wave of sadness washes over me, overshadowing the euphoric sensations that still linger on my skin. Desperately, I search every corner of the room, hoping to find some trace of him, but he's gone.

Feeling lost and empty, I curl up under the covers, clutching my stuffed rat tightly against my chest. As I close my eyes, I replay every sensation of his touch in my mind, reliving the ecstasy until it slowly lulls me into a peaceful slumber.

Chapter 6

The BOOGEYMAN

I’ve lost my motherfucking mind. I mean, in all honesty, I can’t tell you if I really had any semblance of a grasp on my sanity to begin with, but after the other night, after that dangerous game I played with that innocent little doll... Well, notsoinnocent.

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