Page 31 of Dollhouse

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When King comesto my room, I pretend to be asleep.

The bed shifts with his weight as he lies behind me and pulls me close to him. I stay perfectly still and keep my eyes closed, waiting for his breathing to even out.

I’m hoping I’ll be able to take his keys once he’s asleep and unlock the front door and set myself free.

After several minutes, I still don’t feel him properly asleep when suddenly, his deep voice rumbles. “I know you’re awake. Tell me, butterfly, what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours?” I sigh, open my eyes and stare into the darkness of the room.

So much for taking his keys. Guess I really will have to wait until tomorrow when he lets me go outside.

I ask a question that’ll allow me to get to know the man beside me a little better. Maybe I can learn his weak spots and use them against him. “Tell me something about yourself. About your childhood.” He noticeably stills behind me and lets out a heated breath.

“Why?” he asks calmly, stroking my hair gently.

“Because I don’t know you and I’ve spread my legs so quickly for you, and I don’t want you to think that I’m easy. And who knows what’ll happen come Wednesday, so I deserve to know the man that’s sending me to get either gang-raped or murdered. Or both.” My words are full of malice, and I mean every single thing I say.

I didn’t have harsh feelings toward him at first, but now as we get closer to my uncertain future, I sure as fuck do.

With a heavy sigh, King’s grip around my waist tightens. “There’s something between us, so don’t pretend there’s not. We both know you’re not easy either, you haven’t been with anyone in a while.” How the fuck does he know that?

I get the feeling he’s known me a lot longer than I’ve known him.

“As for my childhood, it’s not something I’d like to reminisce about. Never knew my dad, and my mom died of cancer when I was thirteen. I lived with my aunt for a few years. She fucking hated me, but liked the checks she got for taking me in. Every penny was shot in her veins or snorted up her nose. Eventually, I ran away and did what I had to do to survive and support myself. One day, I met Eli and Rowen, and the rest is history.” I wasn’t expecting him to actually answer my question, but now that he has, it has my heart racing.

I turn onto my left side to face him.

My eyes have now adjusted to the darkness, and I stare up at his hazel eyes. I wasn’t going to give him sympathy or tell him I was sorry, after all, I wasn’t the one responsible for his fucked-up life.

I had a fucked-up life too. But I don’t want or need sympathy.

“Sounds like we were dealt some pretty shitty cards in life,” I say, earning a chuckle from him.

He leans in and kisses my forehead. “Yeah, butterfly, we were.” We stare at each other in silence for a few minutes.

“It was nice knowing you, King.” I sit up on my knees, giving him a devious smirk. “You might as well fuck me while you can.” I push him onto his back, climbing on top of him so I’m straddling him, and with agility, I remove my shirt, leaving myself naked. I was only wearing his t-shirt, so once it was removed, I become fully nude.

King doesn’t need to be told twice to fuck me.

His hands slide up my bare chest, cupping my tits, his lips attacking mine. Our eager hands work together to remove him of his clothing.

I am already wet and ready for him.

With his hands on my hips in a rough and bruising grip, I slide my core along his rock-hard erection while our tongues dance together. I grind myself over his length repeatedly until he can’t take it anymore.

King lifts me and sinks me slowly down the length of his cock, a groan leaving our lips in unison.

I’ve never had sex that feels this good before.

I will miss this feeling.

With his thumb circling my clit, his cock pounds into me like a racehorse.

As I near my orgasm, he stills his thrusts and yanks my body up until I am straddling his face. I cry out at the loss of his cock but recover soon enough once I realize what his intention is.

Securing his head between my thighs, I cover his face with my cunt. I rock my hips against his mouth and grab his hair, taking exactly what I need from him.

His skilled tongue works my pussy like no other. I am fucking putty in his hands. He knows exactly where to lick and where to touch to bring me to orgasm.

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