by Alta Hensley
Spank after spank, Victor delivered the discipline. The sting, the submissive position, the complete act, consumed my senses. Wave after wave of fire spread from my punished behind, right to my heated pussy. An orgasm built with every swat as Victor stared into my eyes. As if reading my body perfectly, he lowered his lips, placed a gentle kiss on my clit, and thrust his finger back into the wetness where it once was.
That was all it took for me to convulse. Pleasure racked my body, forcing a scream to release. My back arched as my pussy pulsated around his hand.
“Roll over.”
I did as he asked without a single pause. My body still hungered for more. A taste of what Victor could do to me only made me desperate for him to take me fully.
He dipped his finger into my pussy from behind, collecting my wetness and then ran it along my anus. “Are you trained well? Can your ass take my cock?”
Not waiting for an answer, Victor pressed his juice-covered finger into my tight hole to find out for himself. Moving one finger in, he soon followed with a second. Although the seductive intrusion had a small bite, it didn’t hurt. I desperately hoped he’d find I was ready. I wanted him to take my ass as much as my pussy. I wanted to belong to him. Giving my ass to him would make me his… at least that was what my body was telling me. Screaming at me.
“Have you had a dildo in you as large as me?” he asked as he pumped his finger into my dark channel.
I shook my head. My face buried into the feather pillow. “No, sir,” I nearly cried out.
“Do you feel ready to take a cock?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.” I turned my head so my voice wouldn’t be muffled. “Please take me.”
He removed his fingers from my behind and left the bed for a moment. I saw him go to a table and pull out lubrication. My heart skipped. I wanted this, but the fear of being taken both tantalized me and terrified me.
He lowered his weight to the bed. My body trembled as he spread the slickness all over my hole.
“You’re shaking. Are you afraid?” He paused.
I nodded. “Yes, a little. But I want this. I’ve fantasized about you taking me there every time I had a plug enter me. I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted you.”
His weight against my back sent a delightful shiver through me. I knew what was going to happen next. The tip of his cock pressed against my opening but didn’t push past. He rested it there as he reached around and put pressure on my clit. Rolling his finger firmly in a circle, he whispered, “I am going to go slow. I want you to relax and allow yourself to accept me.”
I nodded, breathless and needy.
He pressed, his tip breaking the seal. I tensed. “Shh, relax. Take a deep breath.”
I inhaled deeply and allowed the mass of his cock to slowly enter me. It stretched me further than I had ever been. The stinging pleasure suffocated any doubt and tension in my body. I melted, accepting his entrance as his cock claimed my ass.
“That’s my perfect little doll,” he praised. “Take me. Take all of me.”
When his cock entered me balls-deep, he paused to allow me to adjust to the size. The fullness pounded at every heightened nerve in my body. The taboo thrill of his possession and the ministrations of his finger on my clit brought another orgasm to the surface. I would come with his dick in my ass.
My moans grew louder, giving the verbal cue for him to continue on. He pulled out slowly and thrust his cock back in fully. The act was all it took to send me spiraling into a body-shattering release. My moan became a small scream as he thrust in and out of my tight hole. Each pull, each push, brought me higher and higher in my pleasured delight.
My ass constricted around the hardness of his cock. Victor’s breathing sped, his hands dug into my hips as he moaned with one final forceful lunge.
Illicit gratification blanketed the two of us as we collapsed into each other’s heat.
Victor positioned my body so I was lying on my side. He crawled up beside me so his nude body pressed against mine. He pressed the palm of his hand against my sensitive behind and whispered, “Sleep with me now. Just sleep and not leave my side.” When I didn’t resist, but snuggled up against his body as my silent answer that I couldn’t imagine leaving him again, he said, “I don’t do this with all my dolls.”
I hadn’t realized it, but I needed to hear those words. I don’t think I would have stopped him had he done these types of acts with all, but knowing I was special…
I needed to hear those words.
I was Victor Drayton’s special doll.
14
Ivy
I stared at the contours of my nude body in Victor’s full-length mirror in his bathroom. I couldn’t sleep—not after how intimate we had just been. So many questions were flooding my mind. He’d said he didn’t do what we did with all his dolls, and I believed him. So I was special. I had never been made to feel special before. But that also opened up my mind to a flood of insecurities and unanswered questions.
Staring at myself, I tried to silence my mind as best as I could as Victor slept in the other room. In the past, some would have called me waifish, fragile, and slight. But now I looked on with pride. After weeks of daily dancing and exercise, my body had become muscular, lean, and even better… strong. And along with my growing physique came skill. I truly was becoming the doll Victor wanted me to be. I had learned to keep a beat—not the best beat—but I had gotten much better. Even the choreographers said they had seen a huge improvement. My days were filled with pride in my accomplishments.
Each day, more and more dolls were assigned their art pieces for Japan. With props, we were quickly outgrowing our rehearsal space. I had heard murmurings between Victor, the choreographers, and his business manager about leaving for Japan and planning the exhibit soon. There had been a time that I would have been terrified to hear about an upcoming show and having to be on display in front of complete strangers, but I was actually getting excited now that I was becoming a true doll.
What did that mean for me and Victor? Would we acknowledge what happened tonight? Was it just a one-time occurrence? Did he want me more than me just being an art piece in his gallery? So many questions and no answers. Not even a hint from Victor as to what he was thinking or wanting, and I didn’t think I would ever get more from him.
I had noticed that as the weeks went by, I had seen less of Victor. We were both preparing for the show in our own way all day, and when the dolls weren’t rehearsing, we were exhausted from the day’s events and sleep was all any of us craved. It had seemed that whenever I had looked, Victor was always long gone. We each had our responsibilities—his obviously more crucial than mine—but for the first time in my life, I felt alive and important. Part of something bigger than just myself. I had been given a gift, the gift of feeling like I belonged. That I was needed.
The sound of footsteps entering the bathroom snapped me from my thoughts. “It’s a beautiful sight,” Victor said as he walked up behind me, staring into the mirror over my shoulder. “Your body represents hard work, dedication, and focus.” He placed a kiss on my shoulder, then continued to kiss up my neck and nibbled on my ear.
The Ivy of the past would have been embarrassed at being caught staring at her naked body. But the woman of today felt pride. I had grown stronger every day through blood, sweat and, most certainly, tears.
I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss to his lips. It was a bold move, but I had to do it. I had to actually kiss the man I lusted after. He kissed me back as if we had kissed like that for centuries. There were no awkward movements. No exploring. Our kiss seemed so natural and practiced. So right and meant to be.
“I even have muscles on my inner thighs. I didn’t even know that was possible.” I giggled and kissed him again.
Victor smiled against another kiss. “I plan to maintain those muscles long after the show in Japan.” He tightened his grip on my hips and kneeled before me. “I enjoy the muscles very much.”
He began to place soft kisses along my inner thigh, slowly working his way up to my bare sex. Kiss by kiss, breath by breath, he snaked his way to his final destination. Licking up one pussy lip and back down the other, he moaned against my wet flesh.
I gasped, reached down, and curled my fingers in his untamed hair. “Victor,” I panted. I flung my head back and closed my eyes as he continued to lick, thrusting his tongue deeper into my pussy.
“Mmm, so wet for your daddy.”
My heart skipped. I hadn’t been a ‘little girl’ for quite some time. I had done quite a few Daddy Tastings at Spiked Roses because those had always been lucrative. Hearing the familiar words of others escape his lips filled me with a sense of wicked energy. It had been so long since I could just feel kinky and dirty with no worry of how a proper doll should act. So long since I could just pretend to be little Ivy needing comfort from her daddy and his thick cock. So long… and so very needed. I was definitely up for some taboo fun. “Yes… so wet. I need my daddy’s dick—”
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” he asked, looking up at me as he slowly stood before me. “Most women either hide their true desires, or aren’t open to them. I’ve never met someone who would have ever responded like you just did. They would have shielded their dirty thoughts even if they truly wanted to explore them. You, on the other hand, completely are open and revealing of your true emotions. It’s so refreshing, and it’s also so surprising. You fascinate me with your candor.”
“I’m not so sure it’s candor. It’s more of a lack of control. Control that, since being at The Dollhouse, I am trying really hard to get a handle on.”
I looked up into his severe stare. Our lips were so close, and I could almost feel a hum of electricity between us. I had been schooled in submission lately, though at times I’d not always been the best student. I had learned obedience, and had come close to mastering the art of femininity with all the dainty doll moves I had learned. But what I still lacked was knowledge on how to contain my emotion, how to hide my desire, and how to process this ever-growing love for the man who stood beside me. I had been taught the art of surrender, but not the art of love.
I closed my eyes and released a heavy sigh. When I opened them again, Victor leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He pulled away just enough to stare into my eyes and then kissed me again, this time with more force, with more passion, and with hunger. Nothing was as sweet as the kiss he gave, nothing so intoxicating. I had never felt so drunk in love. This man who was capturing my mouth had also captured my heart. What I’d once defined as the feeling of safety, was actually the feeling of falling madly in love with my savior.
“Victor,” I whispered. “Please, take me.”
He shook his head. “No. I want you to take it yourself. I want you to learn how to take what you want.”
I looked up at him again, confused. “But I want to be submissive to you. I want to surrender my body and soul to you.”
“Submission is more than allowing me to fuck you. Submission is about desire, wants, and cravings. It is also about understanding what you need and knowing how to demand it. I want you to take what you need. I want you to find your strength, find what gives you pleasure and take it.” He nibbled at my lower lip and growled, “And take me.”
His words were all I needed for courage. I would do as he asked and take the power of my pleasure into my own hands. Feeling a confidence like never before, I stepped back and took the time to stare at the contours of his body. My eyes scanned the ripples in his stomach and how they met the black patch of hair that encompassed his hard cock which beckoned my touch.
I kneeled down before him, not because I was commanded to do so, but because I craved the taste of his flesh again. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of his cock against my tongue. I wanted the power to make him moan. I wanted the control of his desire. Without seeking permission, I licked his dick, from the tip all the way down to his balls, and then back up again. When I reached the head of his cock once more, I engulfed his thick hardness with my mouth and began to suck up and down, tightening my lips firmly. Up and down I moved, reveling in the sounds of his gasps and moans. When his hands reached my hair and pulled softly, my heart soared knowing that I could give the man I lusted after such satisfaction.
I stood up and kept my stare locked with his. I liked the way he watched me, the way he licked his lips in anticipation. An animalistic desire blanketed his features. He wanted me, but remained in place, allowing me to take control.
I sat back on the edge of the bathtub and spread my legs wide. “Lick me,” I commanded. The sound of my voice seemed foreign to my ears.
He did as I ordered without hesitation. He bent down between my legs and licked the entire length of my pussy, stopping to await my next command.
“Lick me again,” I ordered more firmly. “And fuck me with your fingers.”
He gave a roguish smile and did just as I asked. His tongue licked along my folds and his finger entered my pussy, quickly joined by a second. He fucked me with his fingers over and over as he lapped up my juices. I arched my back and closed my eyes. I didn’t worry about pleasing Victor, but simply allowed the pleasure of what was happening to me to take hold. I wrapped my legs around his head, capturing, demanding more. He was there to give me pleasure… and I would most definitely take it.
But this time we wouldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t allow Victor to slow anything down.
I wanted fast.
I wanted Victor.
“Put your cock in me,” I ordered again, my voice harsh in its directive. “Put your cock in me now, and fuck me hard.”
Victor complied by opening the bathroom counter drawer, donning a condom in a fluid motion, and thrust his cock hard into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him as close as possible as he lowered me to the plush bath rug.
“Fuck me hard.”
He plummeted even deeper, groaning as he did so over and over again.
“Fuck me harder!”
He thrust in and out at a relentless pace. His moans blended with mine; the only other sound being the slapping of our bodies.
“Harder, harder, harder!” I screamed, grabbing his hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me until you come. I want to feel you come deep inside of me!” I said against the kiss.
Again and again, his cock pushed inside me, spreading my tight pussy. My fingers found his back, and I clawed my way down as he mastered my body. I thrust my hips to meet each thrust of his, each connection getting deeper and deeper.
“Rub my clit while I come,” I demanded again, loving the power I had.
He quickly obliged and circled his finger along my engorged clit as he continued to ram into me at a frenzied pace. His touch was all I needed to explode over the edge. I screamed out my pleasure as it sizzled over me. Victor’s eyes locked on mine, and he too allowed the orgasm to conquer him. Soon his moans blended with my mewls of completion until we both lay limp in each other’s arms.
15
Victor
“I don’t want you going to Berlin,” I stated, knowing Ivy wasn’t going to like what I had to say in the slightest.
She looked up at me, surprised. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I walked up to where she sat curled up with a book. She looked so relaxed and calm that I hated to upset her, but I had been giving a lot of thought to the show and how I would cast her. Berlin was supposed to be very similar to Milan in casting and what the exhibits would be, but the thought of having my special doll in any of the exhibits was too much. She was mine. I didn’t want to share her. I didn’t want another person to look upon her body, not now after I had claimed her as mine.
“Then why? Why can’t I go to Berlin?” Her lip quivered, and I could tell that I was upsetting her which wasn’t my intent, but regardless, I had made up my mind.
“I had to do some
shifting around with the casting.” I looked over at where Janie sat with her sprained ankle propped up on the ottoman. “With Janie’s injury that happened today, I pulled her from Berlin. We also have two new dolls who just arrived, and I don’t feel they’re ready yet in their posture to perform. Plus, I want everyone at their best for Japan. It’s a large show that I don’t want messed up. Berlin is much smaller and can be handled with a smaller cast of dolls.”
Ivy swung her legs over the edge of the chair and stood. “Okay, but what does any of that have to do with me? I’m not hurt, and I thought you were happy with my performance in Milan.”
I glanced around the room and noticed that all the dolls were watching, some more obviously than others. “We can discuss this in private if you want.”
Ivy followed me out of the main room and walked down the hallway, following me down to my study. When we entered, she closed the door behind her and stood with her hands on her hips. It was an odd sight to see her dressed like a cute little doll in a yellow dress and white tights, her hair in a long braid, and bright pink lip gloss staring at me with anger in her eyes. The contrast almost made me laugh, but I needed to remain firm so that Ivy knew I was serious.
“Did I not do a good job in Milan?” she asked, remaining by the doorway. “You didn’t say anything, and I assumed I had.”
“You did a good job.”
“So this isn’t about Milan?”
“It is in a way. But not in the way you think.”
She crossed her arms against her chest. “Well, then explain it to me. I deserve to know.”
Taking a seat at my desk, I hoped the space between us would keep me from walking up to her and taking her into my arms. I found her spark of fury sexy, but wasn’t going to show my cards if I could help it. If she really pushed, I knew I would fold in an instant.
