Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
This dance is so fucking hot it’s like experiencing my first lap dance all over again.
Which is saying something, because I was barely past puberty at that point and could’ve come in my pants just by someone even glancing in the direction of my dick.
And the excitement only grows from there as my doll removes her bra, then veers from her original choreography—since she grasps hold of my leather belt on either side of my neck, which technically shouldn’t be there—and stands so that my face is level with her bare breasts. And then she tugs me toward her, her elbows pressing her small tits together to cushion the impact, and I swear to God I nearly drool right down between them as my mouth lands in her cleavage.
It has me questioning if I’ll be making fun of Brian for being a switch ever again.
She sits back down on my thighs, stealing her softness from where I’d happily suffocate, but keeps hold of her leather reins, and I tense the muscles of my neck and back to give her the stability she needs in order to complete her next gloriously erotic move. She throws her head back, her spine arching until her hardened nipples are pointed at the ceiling, and then dips even farther, to where all I can see from this angle is the underside of her chin, past and between her breasts.
I can’t help it then. I cannot and will not control the overwhelming need I feel in that moment to taste my little doll. And so I slide my arm beneath her arched back to hold her right above her hips, keeping her steady as I lean forward, her grip on the belt no longer needed as I take her weight and—right as the singers groan “Lick” once more—swipe my tongue from her belly button all the way up to the center of her chest.
She shudders, her upper arms squeezing her tits together once again, and I devour the flesh of her cleavage, sucking the soft skin and firm meat beneath it into my mouth to the point I get what I wanted. I’m now the one causing the red marks along her pale flesh, and her whimper and corresponding tug on the belt around the back of my neck only makes me suck harder.
See, little doll? I’m not a psychic. It’s your body that tells me exactly what it wants, I think but don’t say, because I’ve already deviated from her plan enough. I need to take back control over my own desires so she can see this night through the way she wanted it.
I unlatch from her breast, my pulse now thumping inside my cock while I take in the angry marks I’ve left behind as I sit up. I wait for the feeling of regret I normally get on the rare occasion I bruise my wife’s flawless skin, but it never comes. Especially as she stays in this position draped over my arm, her ribs making faint appearances with each deep inhale as she catches her breath. It wasn’t the exertion of her dancing that caused her to start panting like she just ran a marathon. Her breaths were mostly even when she first perched her soft ass just beneath my cock. No, this is all me.
This is all thanks to the Dom she now needs and craves—one who will handle her like a beloved fuck toy instead of a porcelain baby doll or fragile figurine.
CHAPTER 16
Seven
When her chest is no longer heaving and I feel her start to try to sit upright, I move my arm to where my hand slides up her spine, then into her hair to cup the back of her head, my forearm still along the middle of her back as I lift her with ease. It brings the front of her body flush with mine, and I hold her there for a long moment, enjoying the intoxicating eye contact between us.
The song coming to an end brings her back to the present and her task at hand far too quickly, and almost immediately, she gives me an erotically creepy slow blink that signals she’s back in character. Reluctantly, I drop my arm, allowing her to lean back a little as she lets go of the belt she’s been clinging to like a lifeline. She flexes her fingers a few times, and I hear them crack. I smirk to myself, knowing I’m the reason her grip had been so tight on the leather strap.
Reaching around my shoulder, her hand reappears between us a second later holding an index card I hadn’t noticed taped to the side of my chair, since I’d been unable to pull my eyes away from my dancing sex doll for longer than it took to blink.