Grace. Of course her fucking name isGrace. How could someone like her be named anything else? Grace Foster. Jesus Christ. I didn’t need to know that. I didn’twantto know that. If I was obsessed with her before, I’m completely lost now.
There’s a reason Dolls lose their names when they come to me. People have names. Things don’t, and that’s what Dolls are supposed to be. Toys to be used and discarded. Their Masters can name them whatever they want, but their original names, the ones from before they became Dolls, are never to be spoken again. Most try to tell me, hoping it’ll make them seem more human. All it earns them is a punishment terrible enough to dissuade them from ever trying again.
That’s not why this Doll told me, though. No, this incredible creature told me because she saw my distress and offered me her pain to ease it. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserveher. I should set her free like the angel she is, but I won’t, because I’m a selfish bastard with no conscience.
My uncle can go fuck himself.Dolls are not for you.This one is. This one is for me because she’s mine and I won’t let her go. Ever. If I have to burn the world to keep her, I’ll do it without hesitation. If they try to take her from me, I’ll drown them in their blood. First, though, I will take great pleasure in hearing my Doll scream.
My Grace.
Grabbing her throat, I squeeze as I pull her to her feet, relishing the way her pulse races under my fingers. Her pupilswiden, her mouth dropping open as she watches me, delicious fear shining in her eyes. But fear is not all that’s there. There’s lust, too, because my toy is one horny slut who loves a bite of pain with her pleasure. How much more perfect could she get?
Other emotions flicker in her eyes, deep ones I’m not ready to face. I wonder what’s showing in my eyes. Anger and frustration from Anton’s blatant invasion of my kingdom, that’s for sure. Everything he said wound me up until I was sure that if he’d stayed a minute longer, I’d have decked him. He’s always been a homophobic asshole so I’m not surprised by his disgusting slurs, but the information that the Morozovs are looking to expand the Doll operation,myoperation, is new. It’s laughable, too, and it will drive the good name of our brand to the ground because most of their prospective “trainers” are just idiots looking for a free cunt to fuck for a week. They have no clue how to treat or train a Doll.
My Doll trembles in my grip. Fear? Anticipation? I’d bet that if I reached between her legs, she would be wet, but her pleasure is not the plan now. “Stay,” I order as I unlock her ankle cuff. Her chest rises with quick breaths, but she stays perfectly still, watching me with wide eyes. “You broke the rules, Doll.”
“I know, Master. I’m sorry,” she says sweetly.
“No, you’re not.”
She smiles. “No, I’m not. At least now you will never forget me.”
Forget her? As if I could ever do that. “It’s going to hurt,” I warn her, unable to help the burst of excitement as I imagine her cries.
“I know.” She puts her small hand on my chest, right over my heart, which is trying to break through the cage surrounding it and jump right into her palm. Her skin is cold against mine, and though keeping Dolls uncomfortable is part of their training, I suddenly want nothing more than to wrap her in a blanket. Well,I do want one thing more—to bury my aching cock inside her tight cunt, like I’ve been dreaming about for days.
Still smiling, Doll softly runs her fingers down the tattoos on my chest. “Take what you need from me, Mikhail.”
The sound of my name on her lips seals my fate. If I wasn’t already doomed, I am now. Nothing can stop me from keeping her.You, I want to say but don’t.I need you.
Chapter 24
Mikhail
Iwasn’t lying when I said Doll’s punishment would hurt. I might intend to keep her now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slack off on her training. The rules about sharing her name and her past still stand, and I intend to enforce them. And I’ll enjoy it, because the sight of Grace strapped to the gyno chair, spread open before me, is one of the wonders of the world.
She’s blindfolded and wearing the noise-cancelling headphones again, the computer repeating the rules to her in what I call the reinforcement program. I’ve used it with every Doll so far, so it’s only fair Grace experiences it too, even though the little minx knows the rules well enough. She broke them on purpose to give me a reason to punish her, and I both hate and, yes,loveher for it.
I love her. I may be an unscrupulous criminal, but I’m not afraid to face the facts. I’ve loved every Doll that passed through my basement, but Grace is different. My feelings for her are far from normal and, wherever our fates guide us, we will not be living in a typical healthy relationship, but we will be together. There’s no other option.
Part of my mind is already plotting ways to make that happen while I watch my Doll squirm in the chair. Goosebumps line her arms and legs, and her nipples are erect, but I don’t think it’s just from the cold. She’s terrified and aroused, the best combination there is. I briefly consider torturing her with pleasure instead of pain, holding a vibrator to her clit until she screams herself hoarse from coming too many times and her cunt is too sensitive to the touch, but I promised her pain, so pain she will get. Besides, she was right. I need her pain, too.
She flinches as I caress her tits. They’re small, yes, but she’s definitely not flat, like my asshole of an uncle claimed. They’re just the right size for me. As I twist and pull Doll’s nipples, she whimpers, trying to arch into my touch to ease the pain, but the straps don’t let her. She’s well and truly trapped, and I watch her thighs clench as that realization settles in. My cock jerks in response but I will it down. I can’t fuck her.
Actually, why can’t I fuck her? If I’m keeping her, shouldn’t I get to? Every single tight hole of hers, starting with that dripping cunt spread in front of me like a delicious feast. Fuck. The world tilts before settling at a new angle.
She’s mine. Forever mine. The rules I set to protect myself from the inevitable heartbreak of a Doll leaving me don’t apply in her case because she will never leave me. We might be apart for a few days if the plans forming in my mind work out, but once I’ve dealt with the ruins of my world, I’ll find her again, and we’ll be together forever. No one will ever tell me dolls aren’t for me again, because this one is, and tonight, I’ll make her mine. Painfirst, though, because now I crave having my cock buried deep inside of her while she writhes in agony.
With a practiced move, I attach the electric clamps to her nipples. Doll swallows roughly as she feels the wires slide over her skin. She knows what’s coming, which makes it all the better. I lube up the conductive dildo and slide it into her nicely stretched asshole. I’ve trained that part of her relentlessly, not wanting her to be hurt when her new Master takes her. I guess it’s a moot point now that the fucker is dead, but I can still reap the benefits when I finally fuck her ass. Her pussy first, though. With that in mind, I don’t add a second dildo but rather a set of clamps on her pussy lips and, because I’m a devious fucker, another to the hood of her clit. That scares her, and rightly so.
“M-Master,” she whispers, “I—”
Not letting her finish, I force a ring gag into her mouth and secure it tightly. Later, I’ll listen to whatever she wants to say, but right now I’m more interested in her screams. And in fucking her mouth without getting my cock bitten off. Despite having no prior experience, Doll’s blowjob skills are top-notch after a week of rough training. However, that doesn’t mean she won’t accidentally bite me when the electroshocks hit her just right.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” She can’t hear me, but I can’t help but talk to her anyway. She’s so responsive to praise that I’ve made a habit of talking to her constantly, especially when she struggled with harder parts of training. She takes pain well, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her, and if I can help her bear it, I will. Besides, everything I told her was true. She truly is the most exquisite Doll I’ve ever trained.
She lets out a strangled gasp as I turn on the electrostim unit and start experimenting with the knobs. Since there was no malicious intent behind her breaking the rules, I give her a few seconds to adjust to the sensations before increasing the voltage.
Doll cries out, her muscles spasming in time with the random shocks, her pain feeding the hungry monster inside of me and easing the tightness in my chest that’s been there long before Anton’s visit. It feels like it has always been there, but now it’s loose, and I feel free. Free to caress my Doll’s cheek, free to squeeze her tormented tits, free to sink my fingers into her clenched pussy and groan as her inner walls squeeze me. Fuck! I can’t wait for that to be my cock.
