Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
The pen is carelessly dropped onto the pile of documents on a huffed. “Finished.”
I flash her a wolfish grin attached to a curt gesture towards my main living room. “Couch.”
Her light brown eyes widen in fear, and her mouth tips down to meekly argue, “But-”
“It wasn’t a suggestion.”
She seals her lips together, spins her body the direction she was instructed, and saunters away with my blue eyes glued to a backside that I can’t wait to have sitting on my face while I yank her hair.
“Mr. Whittington,” her father’s voice cuts through the thoughts threatening to banish the hard-on I planned to soothe in other ways. “May I say goodb-”
“No.” Strolling nonchalantly the same path as his daughter, I simply mutter, “Dietrich, dismiss Mr. Pierson properly and retrieve my tools.”
“They are already on the table, sir.”
“Wonderful.” Another heated smirk expands across my face and remains the duration of my trekking.
Zel pulls her hair to one side of her body, flops down on the curved black couch, and pushes her nervous stare up to where I’m now standing. “I don’t um…,” her fingers toy with a loose strand I’m only a few short minutes away from touching, “really understand everything I read. Could you put it in simpler terms, please?”
“Sir.”
Her eyebrows lift in confusion. “Huh?”
“You will call me Sir during playtime.”
“Playtime? What am I child?”
“A doll.”
A beep sound reverberates throughout the penthouse indicating Dietrich has set the alarm and dismissed himself to his personal quarters on the apartment level below.
I grin in satisfaction of our new solitary state at the same time I explain, “For the next three months, you are here to entertain me. You are to be my date when I do not wish to dine alone. Companion for events I do not wish to attend without the accompaniment of a beautiful woman on my arm. And most importantly, mine to use for pleasure – morning, noon, or night.”
“P-p-pleasure?”
“There’s no need to worry, little doll…” The statement is followed by taking a small step closer. “I always take good care of my toys.”
Her hands fly to her mouth to stop the shaky cry from escaping.
“Clothes off.”
More waves of fear drown her expression.
“Now.”
Tiny whimpers of trepidation tear past Zel’s closed mouth; however, they don’t stop her from obeying.
I anxiously watch every move she makes, growing harder each time an action makes the beautiful brown strands dangling from her head sway. Her tits, while tiny – too tiny for me to run my dick between – are still round and full with caramel-colored nipples and I bet taste just as sweet as they look. She possesses the smallest number of curves – a true testament to an overworked, underfed young woman – but they at least are displayed well at her hips, ass, and inner thighs. The patch of curls covering an area that should always be bare – at least for the next few months – calls me to abandon my original plans to accelerate the tending of it.
My mouth moves to redirect her to the bathroom for a proper shaving when I see the smallest tear lingering in the corner of her eye. Rather than push the fragile new doll, who – unlike her predecessors – isn’t fully aware of what she has signed her soul to, I stick to my original itinerary by firmly stating. “Sit.”
Zel carefully works her hair out of the way and, once more, surrenders to my word.
“Pull your hair so that it rests on your tits.”
The invitation to touch herself in a comforting way is quickly taken. She fiddles with the thick, jaw-dropping locks while I intensely watch.
Undo my belt.
Button.
Zipper.
My cock grows harder, demanding to be freed into its new playground, pushing me to command, “Retrieve the brush from the box.”
She leans her quivering figure forward for the black velvet object on the glass coffee table beside me and a few strands accidentally brush the tip of my dick just as I’ve dropped my boxer briefs. An animalistic growl is given alongside a gentle tugging. A startled squeak escapes, yet the sound barely registers over the groaning being conjured by the grinding I’ve already begun. Pre-cum coats itself along every tress in its route to rolling around her hardened nipple. My balls twitch in gratification over the two opposite yet equally cock-swelling sensations. The fingers sprawled in her hair, comb their way out, only to immediately dive back in, petting the gorgeous, frightened female. As if having forgotten she’s somewhere begrudgingly, she leans into the continued caring touches. Quietly moans each time my nails scrape her scalp. Pants when there’s a hint of pain from a pull paired to the tip of my dick stroking her peaked nub.
“That’s it, little doll,” I quietly coax, hips slowly rocking back and forth, “be a good girl and take it.”