Page 40 of Dollface

I tie the leather around the legs of the table, their length perfectly reaching her arms. I tug the leather tight, securing her wrists as they lay sprawled out above her head, leaving a little slack for her to move, her legs hanging from the edge perfectly. I couldn’t have designed a better sex position if I tried.

Returning to her legs, I slowly take my time, feeling her skin, raising her dress once more as my lips find their way to her thigh, kissing her softly. She moans gently, enjoying the way I touch her body. My mouth trails up to her lower abdomen, kissing her old stitches, my tongue running along the rough ridges. She arches her back, pulling against the leather straps.

“I want to touch you,” she whines.

“Oh, don’t worry.” My hands grab her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach, her arms now crossed ahead of her, the slack she had before now gone. “I’m about to make you feel so fucking good, you won’t be able to think of anything else. Besides, I’m punishing you for that little attitude. Can’t have you acting like abrat, now, can we?” I slap her ass, the loud impact ringing in my ears. “It's my turn to be selfish.”

My hands move her body closer to the edge, the leather pulling against me as I lift her dress, admiring the view. She’s dripping, fluorescent blue running down her lips.Perfect. I release my cock from my pants, the feeling of it being free adding to my excitement. It’s lightly dripping, my own elation boiling beneath my skin. I grip my cock, stepping toward her body, rubbing the tip against her opening. I can’t help but moan, feeling her softness against me. Her backside rises slightly, her head raising with each of her own moans. I push into her lightly, teasing her with the tip, fully enjoying myself as I listen to her cries.

“Tell me,” I pant, pulling the tip out before pushing back inside her pussy, repeating a few times, watching her wetness coat me and mix with my own. “Who do you belong to?” I ask, pushing a little deeper, my nails digging into her legs as I force myself to take things slow. I want to enjoy every second.

“You,” she breathes.

I push deeper, slowly pulling back. “That’s right.” I slowly push myself inside her until I’m fully engulfed by that wet, tight, pretty little pussy. I lean against her back, gliding my tongue up her spine as she arches high, flexing around me, crying out softly. “You’remine.” I bite down on her shoulder hard before quickly releasing and grabbing the back of her neck, pinning her down as I unleash all control and pull back, slamming back into her. I claw my fingers down her back and hold her hips, bracing myself.

Growls, grunts, and moans come from my mouth as I pound her pussy with all my might, fucking her harder than ever before. I can't help myself; something has ignited inside me, a new craving—for her. I have to feed the hunger, desperate to fill it, unable to tame it.

My speed increases as the table slams against the floor, grinding with each powerful thrust. I can feel myself boiling near the edge, my body sweating and burning as I try to force it back.No, not yet.

“Turn me over,” Blue rasps out through her shaking pants as she tries to look back at me.

“I don’t want to stop,” I grunt, and fuck, honestly I don’t know if I can stop anyway.

“Turn me over. I need to see you.” I struggle to stop fucking her, forcing myself to pull out of her despite how fucking amazing she feels. I moan, dropping from her body as I step back, doing as she asks. She adjusts herself, turning over, enjoying my fully-erect cock as I stand before her, impatiently waiting. She grins, parting her legs wide, beckoning me. “Good boy.”

“I’ll show you a good boy,” I growl, rushing to her, my hand gripping her neck as she smiles. She wraps her legs around my waist, kicking me closer as I lightly push inside her, her gasp allowing me to place my thumb inside her mouth. I thrust deeper as my thumb moves further down her mouth. “Do you want a gentle good little boy who fucks you delicately, playing all nice? Or do you want me to be a bad boy? To fuck you like a man, knowing exactly how to make you come all over my cock. Tell me. Which do you want, Blue? A good boy, or a bad boy?”

My thumb moves back and forth, inching further. “Bad,” she speaks, her lips wrapping around my finger, sucking it harshly.

“Then keep your mouth busy while I shove my cock so far up that pretty little pussy of yours, you’ll see stars.” Her button eyes flicker as I drive into her, fucking her hard again as she tightens her grip around my waist, sucking my thumb as if it was my cock.

Her body tightens around me, her back arching as she grips the leather, pulling against them, and I know she’s about tocome. “Oh no, you don’t. I told you, your orgasms are mine to give, and the only way I’m letting you come is with my own.” I grip her thighs and unleash a monstrous rage of emotions, my heart racing, pushing against my chest. I feel as though I can’t breathe, the surge of building excitement drowning me as I look down at her face. She’s reflecting exactly what I feel, almost mimicking my expression.God, she looks beautiful.

“Blue... ” I choke on her name, leaning down against her body as I continue to fuck her, nearing the edge. “I—fuck?—”

“Firefly,” she calls out, the two of us coming at the same time. We both cry out, almost screaming at the overwhelming climax as it rolls through our bodies. I slow my pace, watching her moan as she stares into my eyes, contracting around me. I slam my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely, eating her breath as she ingests my own.

A strange feeling comes over me as I feel as though I’m about to cry. Fuck, I really have fallen in love her.

Havoc

“Silly dolly and bug.” I squash the skull of the dead man’s face in, the pretty colors of his brains matching my nails. Pretty pink. “She sees all.” I bend down, running my finger into the messy mess.One taste. My tongue stretches from my mouth, tasting the yummy brains.Tasty little lost soul.

“Havoc,” pretty Charisma groans. “Do you always have to do that?” They motion to my bloody hand, inches from my mouth.

“Charisma should try brains once.” I push my hand out, offering to their pretty little face. “Taste the brains!”

Charisma raises their hand, covering their mouth. “Not my style.”

“Brains make Havoc smart. Boss could use them,” I tease.Silly games. Silly boss— no brains and yet two heads.

“Boss really fucked the game up, playing with that toy.” Sullen sneaks from the shadows, crouching down to see my masterpiece. “Let me guess, another lost soul?” he asks nicely. Such a nice demon. I nod profusely, licking the brains on my fingers. “Nice.” He winks. Eyes of black. “Any idea where he is, Havoc?”

I crawl over the dead man’s mess, my face so close to the devil, I could kiss him. But Havoc would never. Devil belongs to pretty Charisma, and Havoc doesn’t like demons—or sharing. Unless it’s a bloody orgy; then Havoc shares all the love. “Bug is buried inside his dolly, playing his own messy games.” I cock my head.

“Gross,” Charisma groans.

“Dolly and bug are lost in the cloud oflove.” I sing the word, seeing it spelled out in the air as something whispers in my ear. “Oh,” I react, intrigued by whispers of a new game.

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