Page 46 of Dollhouse

I’m safe, I’m alive, I’m free.

I repeat the words in my head until I believe it and I’m able to get back on my feet. That’s enough dancing for now; it’s beginning to trigger memories I’d prefer to keep buried for as long as possible.

Eli gave me this studio three days ago, and I’ve split my time between being here and being with Rowen who’s been sleeping his days away. I’m not complaining, it’s good for him, he needs it.

I’m not sure why Eli converted this room into a studio for me. I’m assuming this means that I’ll be their permanent prisoner if he’s changing part of his living space for me. And honestly, I don’t know how I feel about it. The whole situation is fucked up.

I’m fucked up.

I should be trying to escape again, fight them, anything to get away. Yet, I’m not. I’m not doing any of the things I know I should be doing. Instead, I’m wearing ballet slippers that I haven’t been able to wear in way too long, and I’m enjoying the feel of freedom.

Only, I’m not free.

I’m being held captive by three men and allowing the lines to become blurred.

I’m still lost in thought when King enters the studio. I don’t notice him right away. Not until he wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder. “What are you doing here?” I snap, attempting to pull away, but he doesn’t allow it. He tightens his grip around my waist.

“I came to watch you dance, and to convince you to come and have dinner with me.” Dinner? I hadn’t realized it was that late already.

“No, I’m not dancing for you.” I attempt to pull away again, and this time he lets me go.

“What’s going on, butterfly?” I turn to face him, a frown creasing my lips.

“Nothing. I guess between dancing again and knowing who Rowen is, it’s just bringing up too many memories from my past,” I explain with a sigh.

He nods, then turns me so I’m facing the mirror and he’s behind me again. “Let me help you relax.” His voice is low and sultry in my ear, his fingertips trailing up and down my bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

My eyes are glued to our reflection in the mirror, carefully watching every part of me that he touches. He nudges my head to the side, and I comply, watching as his lips connect with my delicate skin and he sucks the sweaty flesh into his mouth, his velvet tongue circling my flesh.

He’s sucking and kissing my neck while his fingers trail down to my waist. He pushes my small spandex shorts down my legs, growling when he sees that I’m not wearing panties.

“Mmm, easy access,” he mumbles against my skin, pulling away long enough to remove the thin tank top I’m wearing. He hums in appreciation, taking one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the pebbled bud around. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come,” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe and biting down gently.

My body is on fire and desperate for his touch. Slowly, his right hand trails down my body and he parts my folds, dipping his fingers into my wetness. I keep my eyes focused on our reflection in the mirror, watching his fingers as they circle my clit.

“King, I want you,” I mumble breathlessly, seeing how my pussy glistens with my wetness.

“Your wish is my command.” He kisses my shoulder, pulling his hands away from my body long enough to undress himself. He grips my hips firmly, lines himself up with my entrance, and with one painful thrust, he’s spreading me in the most delicious way, filling me to the brim with his cock.

I cry out in pleasure, my head falling back on to his shoulder, my eyes closing and mouth opening. “Keep your eyes open, butterfly. Watch yourself.” I obey, my eyes practically glued to the sight of us in the mirror, watching as his cock disappears into my body over and over again, inch by delicious inch.

Our groans and pants are mixing together, our bodies both becoming hot, pressed against each other. His left hand is gripping and tugging on my nipples while his right hand is between my legs rubbing my clit.

“Harder, King, fuck me harder,” I pant breathlessly.

He growls, shoves me against the mirror, and grips my hips firmly with his calloused hands while he thrusts into me, hitting the spot within me that only he can reach. I raise my right leg and spread it out on the ballet barre, spreading myself even wider for him.

My breath is fogging up the mirror and I’m struggling to keep my eyes on him. The pleasure coursing through my body is too much, my orgasm is on the verge of exploding and soaking his cock.

“Fuck, butterfly. Your pretty pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he grunts, each thrust sending me further against the mirror. “You need to come, now!” His right hand finds my clit, he traces quick circles over it, sending me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I’m climbing higher and higher. And when the barbell in his cock drags over the spot deep within, I come with a scream, drowning his cock with my pussy juice at the same time he roars his release and shoots his warm seed deep inside of me.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that,” he praises, catching my tired body as I fall limply in his arms.

He kisses the side of my head, both of us collapsing to the floor. “Spread your legs, baby. I’m ready to eat.” He lays me on my back and suctions his mouth over my pussy, sucking my clit until he sends me screaming into another orgasm.

“You stupid little shit! Get your fucking ass in here.” The angry fat man was holding Lee’s blonde hair in his fist, swinging her around the room like a ragdoll. “Get in here and do what you’re supposed to do, or else I’ll have to do it!” he spat, and without hesitation, I walked the rest of the way into the basement, further into his studio where he stood with her. The musty smell of mold and sweat instantly made me gag.

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