Page 25 of Dollface

“I’m okay with that. Oh! Harder, harder!” she screams, and I feel her clamp down on my cock so tight, I nearly can’t move. I thrust faster, my movements become erratic as I feel myselfrelease inside her, groaning into the air, unleashing everything.Fuck.

I lean over as she reaches up and kisses me, her sweet tenderness surprising me, before leaning back onto the desk her elbows. “I like you,” she breathes with a smile. My blood runs cold, and fucking Christ, I want to run. This is what I want, what I need, and now that she’s confessing... I would rather her despise me at this point. Suddenly, it all feels wrong.

Blue knocks on my head, pulling me out of my dark thoughts, and I see her holding my dice in her hand. “Wanna play a game?” she asks, and I raise a brow, impressed by her stealth of retrieving them without me knowing.

“Considering our games usually end in this situation, I feel like it’s a wasted roll.” I grin, blowing a few stray strands of my dark hair from my face.

“I was thinking more like a roll for truths,” she suggests, sitting up and grabbing her dress. I slip my pants on, wincing at my now wet and sore cock as I adjust myself and sit back in the chair. “Odd, you, even, me?” She rattles the green cubes in her hand, biting her lower lip.

“Alright, I’ll give you one.” The smile on her face twists at my heart as she sits back on my lap and rolls the dice across the desk, filled with excitement.Fuck.I grimace at the four and three facing up. “You know, I’ve won more rolls since you’ve been around me than in my entire life.” This seems to make her happy, because she looks up to me, her smile so big that her dimples pop. It’s fucking adorable... Damn it.

“Maybe I’m just your lucky charm.” She boops my nose and laughs while leaning against the desk. I take a deep breath to ready myself for whatever her question is.

“Maybe. Now, ask your question.”

“Okay, eager beaver,” she teases as she considers me. I wait for it, contemplating what she might ask:how many peoplehave you killed? What’s your real story with the Spinster? Do you like me too?The possibilities feel endless, but nonetheless, I mentally prepare myself. One of these I’ll be able to answer. Then again, I went into this game on my own. I don’t cheat when it comes to a game.

“What’s with the dice?” I don’t expect that question to fall from her lips.

“Well,” I reach over and pluck the dice from her hand, “it’s kind of hard to gamble without them.”

“Ha ha,” she bites.Oh, sarcasm. I like it.“I mean, whythesedice? What’s so special about them that you always have them on you?”

“Nothing, actually.” I shrug as my fingers play with the blue strands of her hair. “These are just temporary replacements until I havemyset back.” It comes out with a little more anger and hostility than I intended, but I’m reminded of the fact that the cunt still has my dice. My only fucking possession. I feel my jaw tense as memories I’d rather keep tucked away try to claw their way to the surface.

“Where’s your set?” My eyes snap to hers, and something niggles at the back of my mind.Don’t do it.It whispers, but I ignore it.

“Withyourcreator,” I spit out, causing her to flinch at my words.

“You say it as though I have any more choice in it then you did.” She whispers and I shrug. “I didn’t ask to be made.”

“No, but you stuck around, did her bidding—” I watch her head droop and stop myself from digging any deeper. “Anyway, she took my set. Stole them. And now, she has them locked away somewhere in her precious Dreadmoor. I still remember how they look, the deep red the same color as fresh blood. I had carved skulls across the surfaces, marking them. I still remember the way they felt in my hand, the perfect weight fora perfect roll. It makes me sick to know that she still has them, just sitting there, possessing them as a way of toying with me, knowing their worth.”

“Which one is red?” she asks. I smile softly, pointing to the color inked just under my chin. “Red,” she whispers, memorizing the hue. Her fingers trace the tattoo as I watch her brows furrow, creating a sweet little line on her forehead. “I could get them for you.” My knees nearly give way at the shock of her words.Blue would venture into Dreadmoor?

“What? How?” Blue shrugs as she slides from my lap and walks around the desk, running the tip of her finger across the surface.

“Havoc goes through the portal, right? Traveling from Nightmare to Dreadmoor. And I came through when I landed here. So why couldn’t I go back, same as Havoc does? I’m sure it’s possible. I could do it, Firefly,” she chimes, excited to do such a thing. Blue places both her hands against the top of the desk, her dual-colored button eyes reflecting my body’s glow. “I could go to Dreadmoor, get your dice, and bring them back. To you.” I have to force myself to blink, unsure if what is happening is real or a simple figment of my imagination.

I follow her around the desk, grabbing her by the side of the neck and tilting her face up toward mine. “And why would you do something that reckless?” I manage over the dry lump forming in my throat. What I really want to know iswhy would she do something that reckless... for me?But I fear her answer. I fear the answer because it might be the exact one I’m needing, the answer I’ve been scheming toward.

She shrugs again. “I have feelings for you. You’re supposed to do nice things for those you care for, right?” I’m suddenly itchy all over, and it’s hard to breathe.Feelings.“Firefly?” I blink, looking at her expectant gaze.Right. She expects me to say it back.

“Wanna try something?” I ask while tapping the dice on the desk. Her eyes flicker and a small smile forms over her lips.

“You sure you have the energy?” she taunts, and I bark out a laugh of surprise.

“One way to find out,” I muse. “Alright, odds, I fuck you in the mouth, even, you pick.” Her hand goes to those peachy lips, and I have to fight the growl in my throat. Sore cock or not, I’ve been fantasizing about her choking on my cock for far too long. And if I can also get her to change the subject– win, win.

“Okay,” she whispers, and I smirk while tossing the dice, my eyes never leaving hers. “Seven,” she whispers before I capture her mouth with my own. She whimpers against my lips, and my sore dick comes back to life. “What do I do?” Her question is so sweet and innocent.

“Pretty doll.” I kiss her lips softly once more before standing and unfastening my pants. “On your knees, dollface,” I order softly, reveling in her eagerness to submit. She falls to her knees and looks from my cock to my face, waiting for further instruction. “Open,” I strain out, nearly falling to my own knees as she opens her perfect mouth, her sweet tongue sticking out slightly.

“Perfect,” I whisper, lining my cock up with her mouth. “Fucking perfection.” Blue’s tongue runs along the underside of my cock, and I nearly lose it right then. “Pinch my thigh if it becomes too much.” I grunt, shoving my length down her throat. She gags and, fucking damnit, the power she has in this moment. If she knew she could rule me, own me with just a snap of her fingers... The realization terrifies me, not enough to stop though.

“Suck, dollface, yessss...” I hiss as her cheeks hollow and I guide her head back and forth. “Let’s see if you can take it all,” I rasp, burying myself further down her throat. “Oh fuck, that’s my good girl... Perfect... R-right there.” Throwing my head back, I release a growl as I feel myself about to hit my umpteenthorgasm. “Fuck!” I grip her hair as I ram myself down her throat. She gags and grips my wrists as I release myself in her throat. “Swallow,” I growl as I grip her throat. Once I feel her throat working, I release myself from her mouth and lean back. If I come again within the next day, it might literally stop my heart.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, helping her to her feet. She gives me a frustrated stare.

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