The Dollhouse Society: Margo by Eden Myles Read Free Book Online Page A

my neck. “Let go. I want to feel you come around me. I want to feel you submit.”
    I moaned at the shockwave of pleasure that radiated outward from his touch. He ripped at my panties and dragged my ass forward, forcing my legs wide apart while simultaneously undoing himself. Within seconds I felt him nudging his hardness against my opening, then he clutched the sides of my face and kissed me, heaving his pelvis upward, easily impaling me. I was dripping wet and he slid home easily. I cried out into his mouth at the sudden ferocity of his lust, but he didn’t relent, holding me immobile while he bucked inside me in a series of long, shockingly powerful strokes that had my shoulders thumping the wall behind us and my body shuddering under the assault of his cock.  
    “Margo…my Margo,” he whispered hoarsely as he crushed me against his body, my knees gripping his shoulders as his rock hard cock shuttled easily along my slippery sex. I sighed as he stretched my walls and filled me so completely it hurt. He bucked against me repeatedly, thrusting and grunting, and only his hands now cradling the back of my head kept me from slamming my head against the wall above the desk. His body trembled as he fucked me harder than he ever had before, almost like a sexual dam had been opened inside of him. Near the end, he said the most ridiculous things to me, telling me how he loved me, how he wanted to be with me forever, fuck me forever.
    I came hard as Robert jerked the orgasm out of me. My sex contracted around him and his cock twitched and flooded me with his seed even as I jetted my wetness against him. Robert slowed his fucking, his mouth sucking on my ear and along my neck, and I slumped against him in response.
    We stayed like that for some moments while we both sought and found our breath and our rampaging heartbeats slowly returned to normal. I felt like I’d been flayed, physically and emotionally. Soon we were both laughing like old friends, Robert’s come pouring out of me as he attempted to dislodge himself. “I’m sorry,” he laughed, touching my cheek tenderly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Margo.”
    “You didn’t hurt me,” I told him. “I’m tougher than I look.”
    “You are that,” he said softly, kissing my nose and the scar on my cheek.
    “I like this side of you,” I told him shyly.
    “What side?”
    “Your dom side.”
    He laughed at that. “Let me take you to bed. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
    “Robert,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck, “I told you. You can do anything you want to me tonight. Tonight I’m your courtesan.”
    ***
    I woke in the early morning hours, my wrists tied to the rails of Robert’s bed with his necktie while he knelt over me, trailing the long string of black pearls I’d worn the day before between my legs, teasing them over my already come-soaked pussy and up over the peaks of my fully aroused nipples.
    “You’re awake,” he said.
    I stretched like a cat. “How could I not be?”
    He looked tousled but not sleepy.
    “Did you sleep at all?” I asked.
    “Not really. I hate the idea of wasting this night.”
    I smiled. “The night wasn’t wasted.”
    The grey light of dawn was peeking through the heavy, luxurious velvet curtains on the windows, but it was still dim, the sun not quite up. It cast rippled shadows over the bed and over my body as Robert traced the cool, hard balls over my lower belly, circled my navel, before tickling them between my legs once more. Finally, he bowed his head and kissed me there, a loving kiss. He kissed my pussy the way he kissed my mouth. “Hungry, pet?”
    “After last night? Yes.”
    “I love how you’re never afraid to eat in front of me. How about I make us something and we have breakfast in bed?”
    I smiled at that and he traced the path of the beads up my body until he reached my face. He took it almost reverently in his hands and kissed me, his tongue dipping briefly into my mouth.