He lifted one of my legs to his hip and pushed back inside, harder this time. My head fell back as he thrust deeper, my other leg trembling from the force, barely holding me upright.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
But he only laughed. He wasn’t just enjoying this; he was watching the wayIdid. Every breath, every sound I made, fueled his pace to go harder. And the worst part was... it was working. Every second of his touch made me crave more. His lesson, whatever it was, was sinking in.
His mouth found my chest, tongue circling my nipples while his hands gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. He thrust again and again, each movement more consuming.
I could feel the tightening inside me, the building clawing up my spine. And I could feel him too. Getting harder. Forme.
He pulled away and dropped to his knees in front of me.
Lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder, he pressed his mouth against my wet pussy, and made his tongue move so slowly that it made my thighs tremble. His hands gripped me in place, and the moment his mouth met my clit, and gently sucked, everything else blurred. The way he touched, the way he moved, he knew what he was doing to me.
My whole body was having aftershocks.
My leg was lowered, but his fingers found their way inside my inner flesh, taking one final twitch from me that left me gasping. My whole body was shaking in front of him. And before I could moan again, he stood and reached behind me, pulling the chains and letting them hit the floor.
I barely had time to react before my knees hit the ground, heavy links weighing down my arms. I tried to rise, instinctively resisting, but his hand pressed the top of my head, guiding me lower.
“Open your mouth,” he said, coming closer.
I did.
He moved closer, thrusting his cock inside my mouth, going in slowly until it reached the edge of my throat. I gagged once, a tear sliding down my cheek before he grabbed my braids andpulled, just enough to keep control, never letting me forget who held the power.
“Breathe,” he growled. Then came the sharp sting of his palm on my cheek.
“Good, little doll,” he said, smirking. “Taking every inch.”
Metal from piercings tapped against my teeth, and his grip on me tightened. His head fell back as a deep, guttural sound escaped him. I could feel the shift in him, the way his breathing changed, how his body trembled. He thrust once more, just enough to make him pulsate inside my mouth, coming, moaning as I struggled to catch my breath.
When he finished, he pulled away and pressed my jaw shut. “Swallow,” he ordered.
I did.
A tear slipped free, tracing down my cheek. But he didn’t care. He ran his cock across my lips, showing how he owned me.
“That’s it,” he murmured with a satisfied smile. Then he stepped back, moving toward the wall. A loudclickfollowed, and harsh white light filled the room.
“Another one in line,” he said.
I blinked against the harsh light, my eyes struggling to adjust.
Then I saw dolls.Everywhere.
A scream tore from my throat as the stench of rot finally made sense. My chest heaved, breath coming in broken gasps, and my trembling hands flew to cover my mouth.
They weren’t dolls.
They were people.
Human dolls.
Their lips sewn shut, their bodies dressed and arranged neatly on wide wooden shelves. Their glassy eyes stared at nothing, faces frozen in silence.
He laughed behindme.
“They were bad, bad dolls,” he said, smiling as if he were proud of his collection. “Be a good one, and you might live to tell the tale.”
