All Strings Attached

by Miss Merikan

  “A what?” Gavin was tempted to rub his forehead, but remembered the makeup and put his hand back on the table. Getting unknown names of stuff thrown at you in every other sentence was getting not only annoying but tiresome, too.

  “A type of Japanese rock musician. You look so much like them, only taller.”

  “Yeah? You listen to rock music?”

  Anna gave him a vigorous nod. “And you?”

  “I like lots of different stuff. Whatever I’m in the mood for.”

  “I know. I think dolls help me feel good about conflicting tastes. Some of them like pop, some like jazz, and some listen to metal. So no one can tell me I’m listening to crap, because I can always say it’s the doll.” Anna winked at him, but Gavin wasn’t 100% certain it was a joke.

  He chewed on another dumpling, resigned to get through this date. He gave up. There was no use pointing out how mental that sounded. Doll music tastes? Seriously?

  Chapter 2

  The date was a fucking train wreck. Anna would simply not shut up about her doll collection, about doll makeup (or as she liked to call it—faceup), about doll-personas, whatever that was, Gavin didn’t dare ask, doll companies, ordering dolls online, and shitloads of other doll-related stuff Gavin wanted to wipe out of his brain for good. He didn’t mind a girl being chatty, especially since he wasn’t a social butterfly himself, but there was a line that shouldn’t be crossed. It was all about Anna’s hobby, and even though she did ask a few questions, she didn’t seem to listen to answers, so Gavin threw in the towel and didn’t bother anymore. Oh well, at least he got the chance to spend some time with an incredibly attractive girl.

  Gavin carefully tied a long black scarf around his neck as they were leaving the restaurant. In London even January wasn’t freezing cold, but the evenings were getting chilly. The worst thing was that whenever he cast a glance at Anna in her rabbit hood, long mittens and pink creepers, he forgot how annoying she’d been so far. Especially when she bent over to pick up some leaflet and let him see her long legs, un-obscured by anything but thick over-the-knee socks and a mini skirt that ended an inch below her butt. It had to be the lack of a sex life talking. As it turned out, Anna lived only ten minutes away, so they decided to go on foot. There wasn’t even an awkward how-about-we-go-to-your-place moment, since they had talked about this before.

  While Anna yapped on about the next big thing in the doll world, Gavin fantasized about holding on to those rabbit ears while getting sucked off. Or maybe he could at least get a handjob? That was his hope for tonight. It was best to have modest expectations since the last few dates left him with just a kiss. Or not even that. What was he? A fucking leper? Girls had been all over him before his accident; wasn’t he even good enough for sex now? It’s not like he was fragile as a teacup now that he lost his arm.

  They reached a small fenced park and took a turn to walk along it. The street was empty and quiet, with rows of small, modern houses.

  “... and she keeps pestering me about Fiona! She just won’t understand I’m not selling the gem of my collection!” Anna pouted, talking about another collector, who just wouldn’t stop offering her money for some doll. Looked like there were more people like Anna out there. A scary thought.

  “Why doesn’t she just buy it from the company?” Gavin shrugged, watching Anna’s angry gesticulation.

  When he saw a pout forming on her face, he knew he said something wrong. “I told you, there are only five Katyushas all over the world. It’s a very rare mold, I had to get it through Yahoo!Japan.”

  “Oh. Oh yeah, right.” How the fuck was he supposed to remember all those names? “At least she doesn’t want to buy your mini-you. Just think how creepy that would be.”

  Anna chuckled, suddenly grabbing Gavin’s hand and pulling him to the other side of the street toward a rectangular fair-colored house. “She can have it. I could have it done again as long as I have my face.”

  Gavin opened his mouth, but what was he supposed to say to that? “It would be a shame to lose a face like that,” he said in the end, but it sounded stupid. At least Anna glanced back at him with a warm smile.

  “You’re making me blush!”

  “That’s ‘cause I keep looking at you. Andrea didn’t tell me you were this cute.” Gavin put his freezing hand back into the pocket of his short black coat. He didn’t like to wear it, because one of the sleeves flapped about sadly where his arm ended above the elbow, but he wouldn’t get to wear his feather cape until it got warmer.

  Anna opened the door into a narrow staircase leading up and urged Gavin to go first with a gesture. “She didn’t tell me you were so open-minded either.”

  “I suppose you have to be if you look like me.” Gavin laughed and started making his way upstairs. Anna didn’t seem to mind dating a one-armed skinny goth with loads of makeup, so who was he to judge her hobbies? And she was flirting. He was so getting laid tonight.

  He heard the door close behind him, and Anna followed him into a large room with sleek, modern furnishings made of dark wood, leather, and glass. There wasn’t much decoration apart from a few framed photos on the walls and ... two dolls sitting on an acrylic dinner table at the far end of the room, close to a laboratory-like kitchen set made out of polished steel and pale wood with black accents. What Gavin didn’t notice before the light went on was that one of the walls was made of glass, opening the space into a dark garden. This looked expensive. Did Anna inherit a few million from some distant relative?

  “Wow. This place is great.” He started unbuttoning his coat.

  “Yes, though I find it too cold and empty. That’s my roommate’s style. It’s his house.” Anna smiled at him. “Would you like a drink?”

  “Yeah, that’d be nice. What can I have?” Gavin put his coat down on the red sofa and looked out into the garden. It made sense. The interior design didn’t match Anna’s casual and eccentric style at all.

  Since Coke was one of the options, they each took a bottle and headed toward a matte glass wall, and once they walked through a door in it, Gavin immediately realized they entered her part of the house. There were three doors on both sides of the corridor, and he noticed a large, pastel-colored graffiti on the left wall. It depicted a trail of princesses with strange faces, crooked teeth, or other defects. It took him another glance to notice the figures had puppet-like joints, and as he followed the row of characters, his eyes were drawn to a white table. On top of it was a glass display cabinet containing a large doll with eerily adult-sized body proportions. Anna took his hand again and pulled him toward the display.

  “That’s Fiona, the doll this woman wants to buy off me.”

  Gavin scooted to have a better look but didn’t let go of the warm, delicate hand that felt just right in his palm. “So she’s a bit like a Barbie? Cause she’s an adult kind of doll.”

  “No! Come on!” Anna chuckled and switched on a set of tiny lights strategically placed in the display case. “She’s made of resin and much more beautiful than all those in-your-face adult dolls made for kids. Just look at her!”

  The doll was slim and long legged, but without the exaggerated proportions of Barbies and similar dolls. She wore a wide, knee-length dress with an elaborately embroidered corset and skirt and lots of delicate lacing. Her outfit was a mash up of the rococo style and Russian folk costume, complete with a large lavender wig and shiny jewelry. What stood out the most however was her etheric face, with large blue eyes, a small nose, and blushing cheeks. Anna got one thing right: the doll was beautiful and lifelike enough for it to border on creepy. But since she was locked up in a case, she seemed less threatening. Gavin couldn’t help but smile.

  “She’s lovely.”

  Anna’s face broke into a grin. “Isn’t she? Come on, I’ll let you touch the resin so that you get to feel the texture.” She pulled Gavin into one of the rooms, and when a large bed came into view, Gavin’s heart picked up pace. It was such a relief to see that Anna was as excited about him a
s he was about her. No stupid coaxing and games.

  “Oh, yeah? I’d rather touch something else,” he murmured and wrapped his arm around Anna’s waist, but his breath caught in his throat when the light went on.

  The room looked like something out of a modern fairytale with white furniture and a matte wooden floor. The large four-poster bed and aquarelle paintings on the walls contributed to creating a relaxing atmosphere. Or they would if it weren’t for a three-level cupboard housing at least a dozen dolls.

  “Yeah?” Anna’s soft whisper penetrated Gavin’s mind.

  “Mhm ...” Gavin swallowed, trying not to think about being watched by countless dolls when he was making his move. What was Anna thinking!? Did she consider this a good environment for sex? But she was so hot he imagined some guys just wouldn’t care. He needed to man up.

  A tug on his pendant brought him back to why he came here. It wasn’t to think about dolls.

  “Yeah, I want to feel your hot skin,” he whispered back, looking down to, much shorter, Anna. He hoped he wasn’t out of line, but when their eyes met, and he saw a spark reflect in her gaze, it felt like a balm to his clenched insides. Anna bit her lip, lowering her gaze for a moment, as if the direct question turned her shy.

  Gavin’s heart skipped a beat, and since there was no protest, he bowed down to kiss those succulent lips. Maybe he wasn’t a fountain of self-confidence, but as they said: ‘fake it till you make it.’

  Anna’s mouth opened up without question, letting Gavin have a taste of the tangy sweetness of a bubble gum she had on the way home mixed with Anna’s own warmth.

  Gavin was not one to waste time when given the green light, so he quickly deepened the kiss, their tongues entangled in a lazy greeting. Anna’s lips were as soft as Gavin imagined them to be. He slid his hand over Anna’s back and into her hair, trying to establish his position. The last thing Gavin wanted was to be perceived as some weakling cripple that someone had to take care of. Soon he felt Anna’s arms slide up his chest only to snake around his neck, which brought her full, soft breasts against him. Just forget about the dolls, Gavin, he told himself and took a step toward the bed, trying to guide Anna. She moved down to sit on the mattress and pulled Gavin on top of herself. Her touch wasn’t near as daring as at the restaurant, as if the sexual context made her skittish, but her hands continued their gentle walk over Gavin’s skin.

  They had an awkward tumble, but ended up kissing and touching, breaths getting irregular and quick.

  “I like how your hair smells.” Gavin nuzzled Anna’s ear, trying to get on top again, already excited by the touch of Anna’s smooth feminine body.

  She chuckled, tangling her fingers through Gavin’s long hair. “Yours smells of that cherry hair foam Andrea uses.” Seemingly more confident, she leaned up to trace Gavin’s lips with her tongue. Even her breath smelled of candy.

  “I actually got it from her for Christmas.” Gavin smiled and looked into Anna’s big dark eyes. He couldn’t wait to swallow this girl whole, like the big bad wolf he was deep within. “Guess what else I got from her?” He kneeled above Anna’s hips and opened the zipper in her hoodie. She looked up at him, face flushed with excitement, and the smiling ice cream cone print that emerged from under the hoodie was moving up and down at an alarming pace. She really was busty, and he could only see it properly now with the hoodie off.

  “What?” gasped Anna, tracing Gavin’s ear with her warm fingers.

  “A hot date.” Gavin leaned down to kiss her again and worked his way up under Anna’s T-shirt with his fingers. He bit his lip when they found tense muscle under that funny print. It seemed Anna didn’t just sit around all day with her collection. She had to be working out.

  Anna’s stomach twitched, and she moved her hands up Gavin’s side, over his back, and into his hair. “Yes,” she breathed against his lips, just as one of her feet started a slow climb up his leg.

  “I’ll have to show her my gratitude,” Gavin said, and his cock started straining his jeans when his fingers reached Anna’s bra. He couldn’t wait to see the frilly concoction of ruffles and ribbons that he could sense with his fingers. It was what was underneath that really counted, but just getting close to her underwear felt like reaching a milestone after over a year of celibacy.

  Anna grinned at him, with an adorable flush gracing her cheekbones. “Just don’t try to be too grateful. She’s gay.” And with that, Anna pulled up her T-shirt, revealing her underwear. It was as frilly as Gavin thought, with a big bow at the front, but the bra was actually low cut in the middle and revealed delicious cleavage.

  It was hard to focus on words anymore. “I know, I already got burned on that years ago.” He kissed the piercing by her lip and explored the soft mounds of pink flesh. Now for the hard part. Working out how to open her bra. He used to be an expert at that back when he had both hands.

  Anna let out a low laugh, watching him struggle and took pity on him. With a single movement of her wrists, the front of the bra parted, but the cups remained on her breasts for Gavin to deal with. It was like opening the most perfect gift. As he pulled the cups away, the naturally big breasts slightly moved to the sides in all their smooth, naked glory. Anna’s dark pink nipples were hard, and Gavin didn’t hesitate to touch them, all thoughts of dolls forgotten. He was getting hot all over as he lay on his side and pulled her into another deep kiss when he cupped the soft breasts. He played with one of her nipples, watching her reactions to try and figure out what she liked. Being in bed with Anna was both scorching hot and frustrating. If he still had both arms, he could have one hand on her breast and his other already sliding under her skirt. In these circumstances, he had to wait. The last thing he wanted was to look desperate.

  Anna’s hips danced against his, teasing his cock with each rub and nudge. She bit her lip, moaning like a cat in heat and pushed on Gavin’s chest, rolling him over. It was hard to resist when those gorgeous breasts moved closer to his face, making his pants uncomfortably tight. Oh, God, and the way they jiggled almost made him come on the spot.

  Even if he couldn’t do as much as he used to in bed, and it was making him nauseated with stress, it felt good to have such a hot girl all over him. “You ever thought about piercing those babies?” he asked with a smirk and gently pulled on one of the puckered nubs.

  Anna chuckled, kneeling above his hips, her soft tear-shaped tits covered by a pink flush as she leaned forward, pushing her hard nipples over Gavin’s chest. “I did. Does it hurt though?”

  “Just a bit from what I’ve heard. But I can show you something that did.” He looked into her eyes and began pulling his top up, even as his stomach clenched with nerves. What if he wasn’t ... satisfactory? Gavin wasn’t completely skin and bone, but he didn’t have much defined muscle either. Not to mention the stump hidden in the sleeve, though he assumed that if Anna took him home, she didn’t mind.

  He was struggling a bit, but she helped him with the shirt, and her nipples finally touched his bare skin. It sent shivers all the way to Gavin’s crotch, currently trapped under Anna’s pussy, which was only covered by a pair of panties that matched her bra. The super short skirt had already rolled up all the way to Anna’s waist. In his mind, Gavin could already feel those soft folds over his dick. Was she bare, trimmed, natural? Would the lips of her pussy be plump like her wondrous tits, or small?

  Once they were rid of the shirt, he looked down with a small smile. He was all about making the best of what he had, so at least he was slim, tall, and broad shouldered. And decorated with piercings. Four little surface balls under the collar bones, a vertical line of three studs down his breastbone and another two piercings on the sides of his hips. He didn’t like his stump, so he got it tattooed. All black at the end, and from there, grew a black forest. A whole flock of tiny crows flew up from the trees, all the way to his shoulder and up to the side of his neck.

  Anna’s breath got shallower. She leaned forward, giving Gavin a somewhat wild, demanding kiss
, and moved her hips as if she were already riding him. “Looks hot. Why did you do it if it hurt?” she whispered, biting on his chin and moving her lips lower, toward the piercings.

  Gavin slid his hand down her smooth naked back. “You answered your own question. Looks hot.” He tuned into the rhythm of her hips, his dick throbbing with the need to slide into her wet pussy. The slight tug of her teeth on one of the surface piercings had him suddenly on the edge of pleasure and pain, making full-body contact all the sweeter.

  She grinned at him from beneath her fluffy bangs and pulled on his belt loops, opening his pants with ease. “Someone’s vain.”

  Gavin took a large gulp of air and let his hand slide down Anna’s spine, all the way under the lifted skirt and to ... There was a waistband, some ribbon, but then nothing, just the naked skin of her buttocks. He swallowed, trying to keep it cool. Was she wearing some backless underwear, or something? Was this a hint?

  “Says the girl with pink hair,” Gavin said and kissed the lilac strands.

  She leaned down, letting her soft chest press against his neck with a wild smile. “You got me.”

  “I’m trying, but I can’t really work out what underwear you’re wearing.” He grinned and ran his finger along the parting between her ass cheeks. His dick needed attention. Badly. All the sensations kept flooding him after the forced chastity of over a year. He leaned his head lower to lick along the curve of one of Anna’s breasts. He’d love to just slide his cock in between those plump beauties and come all over them.

  Wearing only her panties, the rolled-up mini skirt, and the over-the-knee socks, she gave him a wide grin and rolled off, only to lie on her side with her back to him, her hips slightly raised, exposing the back of her underwear, which revealed half of her ass, framed by a heart-shaped opening with a ribbon on top. “How about now?”

  A vein on Gavin’s neck was bulging so hard he felt like he was about to get choked by it. “Oh fuck ... that is so hot ...” His heart was thudding in his chest as he reached out to trace the pert cheeks with his fingers. How far would she let him go? He didn’t want to push her into anything, but she did seem comfortable.