Paper Dolls [Book Four]

by Blythe Stone

  “Yes,” she whispered, “Olivia.”

  Two words were the most she could get out.

  I licked slow and savored her as I pushed inside.

  But I knew she wouldn’t last long at all.

  She’d been too ready for too long.

  I felt her body falling down into me, begging me.

  I could attack her. I could be fast.

  But I knew slow was better. The torture helped her and she tasted so right.

  I stole her clit into my mouth and gently sucked as I stole my fingers slowly out just a bit and pushed back inside even slower but as deep as I could go, my free-hand squeezing on her left thigh as I hummed into her sex and tasted her again, knowing.

  She pressed down into me, asking for more. It only took a few moments of concentrated attention to her clit before she was shaking and weak with orgasm. I had to catch her and guide her to the shower floor so she wouldn’t hurt herself. The whole time she was murmuring something I couldn’t quite make out.

  “Hey,” I said, holding her into me and kissing her face. “What are you mumbling?” I licked her neck and couldn’t stop touching her and kissing her. “Fuck,” I let out. “Thank you.”

  She was so lovely… Always… Sometimes seeing her was too much.

  “I love you so much, baby,” I said, adoring her and holding her.

  “I dunno. Maybe the word yes- over and over- with your name in there a few times.”

  She pulled me to her, closer. She was still shivering every once in awhile. “That was wonderful.”

  “I missed you,” I crooned, pulling her lips in with mine and kissing her desperately.

  “I know that’s stupid,” I said, pulling away. “And sex with us has been confusing,” I said. “But I hated not touching you.”

  It was one of those things where you remember you can die at any moment. Why make a bet like this and do a thing like this when we could just be happy?

  “You should always, always touch me.” She put her hand into mine and pulled it to her body.

  “Now, can we finish this shower because I need you on the bed for what I want.”

  “What?!” I laughed, nervousness chasing me.

  I didn’t really need her to touch me.

  Is that bad?

  I just wanted to remind her that I loved her like that…

  “I’ve been wanting to touch you for what seems like a million hours so…”

  She lifted her hand. “Unless you don’t want and that’s fine too… I jus-” She laughed. “I suck.”

  “What? Why?” I asked, confused.

  “Because I miss you. Being with you. Hearing you when I touch you. I just want to do that whenever you want, not just whenever I want,” she sighed. “Words again.”

  “Hey,” I said, still confused. I pulled her hand into mine and kissed her fingers. “You don’t suck,” I said, trying to fix whatever it was she was feeling. “I said so much stupid stuff last night I don’t even remember what I said.”

  I wasn’t exactly drunk but I definitely wasn’t sober.

  “No, Babe. It’s not about last night. I just want to touch you, you know, really touch you,” She raised her eyebrows. “But I was trying to ask if it was okay. If you wanted me to or not. And I got embarrassed for some stupid reason.”

  “Oh,” I said, catching on. I moved in and kissed her, holding her chin in my hand. I kissed her a while before pulling away. “It’s definitely okay,” I said, opening my eyes lazily to see her watching me.

  Last night I couldn’t even take her eyes on me but right now all I wanted to do was make things better.

  “But just so you know,” I said. “I didn’t do that so you’d touch me. I was happy on your lap yesterday. That’s enough for me, really. It’s not pleasing you that kills me. I just really wanted to touch you again. And I was an asshole last night… I don’t even know why I let myself say all that stuff.”

  It hurt my head to try to remember.

  “I know you didn’t. I never thought that,” she started to get up, offering me her hand. “You should know I feel that way too but about you. You weren’t an asshole. I wish you’d not think that. You just told me what you were feeling. There’s nothing wrong with that. I wanted to know and I asked. You told me. I feel better knowing but I’m sorry if it hurt you to tell me.”

  She started to rinse my hair and once she’d finished that she grabbed the shampoo for her own.

  I followed her lead and helped her, using both of my hands to gently lather her hair while I stared at her openly, watching her watch me.

  It was hard not to get lost in touching her, I always did.

  I moved her into the water and ran my hands back through her hair, pulling her head back so her face would be splashed since she already had her eyes closed.

  I pulled her into me and kissed her again, tasting the water with her tongue but mostly the tenderness we both felt.

  She broke the kiss, making sure that her hair was clean and then she turned the shower off, opening the door and grabbing towels.

  She hurried, drying herself and then helping me dry faster. Her hands were quick, impatient, but they moved with elegant purpose. She was hungry for me.

  My heart skipped as she pulled me out of that room and basically had me chasing her down the stairs.

  When we got to the room I felt sobered.

  I didn’t know what she wanted from me or what she’d been wanting. I always wanted her but I didn’t have complex daydreams. When things happened they were great but I didn't dwell much on thinking of what we could be doing in moments like this, probably because those kinds of thoughts were guaranteed to get me in deep trouble.

  My lips twitched and I felt a half-smile grace my face. She took my hand and pulled me to the bed, sitting me down, kissing me, filling me up. She drew back and smiled, kissing along my body, down one side and up, kissing, licking, biting softly.

  The perfect formula, she perfected it, knowing every inch of me.

  She took her time, kneeling in front of me and then standing when she came up to kiss me again. Then, she was touching me with her hands, parting my folds, sinking her fingers into me and watching my face.

  Every little thing she did just shattered me.

  It was because I knew this time she was going to get me there. The threat was imminent.

  As her fingers pushed inside I gasped, air stolen.

  It was like she’d committed a crime but I couldn’t scream.

  I wanted the crime.

  I thought of the other night after Sky. That whole night was such a rarity. I took as much from her as I wanted. That just wasn’t something I usually did.

  I wanted that again.

  As I felt her inside I remembered… Our words, the way I had her shaky and weak, the number of times I’d gotten her to cum, how I’d screamed.

  The thoughts made everything better. My eyes shut up tight and I moaned as Avery pushed into me again.

  Then she dropped, tasting me with her tongue. Pushing my legs farther apart to lick me there. She pumped into me harder and faster and then sucked on my clit for a moment before coming back up. “I want to see you.”

  “Uhh-” I tried to breathe. I hated when she tasted me but stopped. I wanted her to finish me.

  But I liked that she knew what she wanted. I liked that she took what she wanted from me, even if it was just looks.

  I stared up at her, wondering what I should do.

  I huge part of me wanted to be like I was the other night, take her off me, flip her over, order her around, see where it goes.

  But that was the dark part, the part that got me so confused. I held back.

  I felt my hands on the covers, squeezing the fabric and pushing it down away from me.

  “Tell me. What do you want me to do.”

  I wanted her to do all kinds of things. How could I even choose?

  “What you want,” I panted out, trying to keep my eyes open as I felt myself smile.


  If she could read my eyes she’d know… But she couldn’t.

  “Everything.” She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. “I want too many things but I like when you tell me.”

  “Will you tie me?” I asked, worried. I wanted to be stuck.

  “Of course.” She looked around, seeing the strap on one of our bags. She went and retrieved it, coming back to me. I offered her my hands and she wound the strap around, making it tight enough to hold but not too tight.

  “Fuck,” I said, eyes rolling back as my stomach fluttered with anticipation. Just this simple thing set me off.

  I scoot my body back and placed my hands over my head grabbing onto the rails of the headboard so that Avery would know where I wanted to be.

  She placed the hooks from the strap onto the bed rails and tugged to make sure that they were secure. Then, she kissed me, moving my legs so that she was between them.

  “And?”

  I already felt amazing. I didn’t even care.

  “Tease me?” I asked nervously.

  I didn’t want to have to tell her what to do.

  She moved my head, kissing my neck and dragging her hand down to my sex.

  “You want me to touch you here?” She didn’t wait for an answer because she wasn’t really asking anymore. She took what she wanted, spreading me and pushing two fingers into me and then taking my nipple into her mouth.

  She thrust into me hard a few times and then softer another few and then took her fingers out altogether.

  I rolled my lower body onto its side, mad at her as I whimpered. My hands were stuck so I couldn’t go far.

  “Baby,” I cried, tugging my body up by my hands.

  I felt Avery grab at my legs and pull me back down so I was all the way stretched out and on my back again.

  I had to wonder what she’d do.

  “Yes?”

  She put her fingers back, pushing into me again and this time staying steady. “I love you.”

  I smiled with relief. As she pushed into me. I felt my eyes going glossy with the drugged out feeling I usually got when she fucked me.

  She kissed me, and rolled her fingers a little inside of me, keeping the pace.

  “Baby, harder,” I begged, my brows furrowing ‘cause I wanted it.

  I wanted her to fuck me dumb.

  I couldn’t just say that though, right?

  All it took were those words to set her off. She pulled her face away, looking down on me.

  Her hand pummeled into me and she spread my legs even more to gain deeper access. It was a punishing set of movements and she was so good at them.

  My eyes rolled as my back arched and I tugged on my hands unable to get free. She was doing it just right. I could feel myself not being able to breathe.

  “Yes,” I panted with the one word I could form.

  I wanted her to know how much I needed it. She couldn’t know.

  “Fuck me,” I begged, even though she was already doing it.

  She somehow found more speed and force to pour into me.

  “Olivia, cum for me.”

  I always wanted to do what she wanted me to do.

  She was telling me to do it so every second it didn’t happen I hurt.

  “Okay,” I gasped, feeling guilt in every second.

  She withdrew and added another finger, making me crazy.

  I was almost there and I forced myself to open my eyes and find hers. When I locked on she lifted me. I didn't know what she was doing until I saw her left hand go back and then I felt the sting as she spanked me. Hard.

  My face tried to smile but then she thrust into me again and I felt the burn as my walls clenched and my fortress just shattered.

  I let out a long and shaky cry.

  It lasted as long as my orgasm, which stretched out like the muscles in my arms which were tight from fighting to free my hands which never came free.

  After I moaned I whined for her, feeling her.

  “Fuck!” I gasped, wanting more. My ass was bruised and she’d hit it. That pain was all I needed to instantly cum.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Avery

  I felt better. Not that I'd been down after the shower but there was a sense of satisfaction that came from touching her, it was just different.

  I relaxed on top of her and grinned.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Uhh,” she wasn’t quite together yet but she looked up at me and let me see what I’d done. Her neck craned, back arching as she stretched just a bit and breathed her labored breath.

  I was blissful. I rested my head on her chest and listened to her heart slow down. My hands went to her sides where I rubbed to calm her.

  I breathed in and felt the lovely ache in my arm and shoulder.

  “You good?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped, shaking her head with her eyes closed. “Yeah,” she repeated again.

  “I’m just starting to wonder,” she panted a bit. “Maybe we need sex.”

  “What do you mean,” I said. I couldn't even lift my head to look at her.

  “It’s just… Look at us,” she said. “After sex we both calm down. Or maybe it’s just me...”

  “Not just you.”

  She looked down at me seriously, a bit of guilt in her eyes.

  “What?”

  She shook her head and closed her eyes to breathe.

  “You feel bad about something?”

  I put my hand up on her neck, feeling her pulse.

  Her relaxed mood faded but she smiled.

  “I feel bad about a lot of things,” she said.

  “Don't feel bad about anything we just did. It was good, too good.”

  “No,” she said, forehead scrunching. “I feel bad about teasing you, playing games, making you feel bad, keeping things… I feel a little bad about this,” she said, looking up at her tied hands. “But worse about the other stuff.”

  “We both played games. I'm sorry. It was my idea. I guess I wasn't thinking about how it could really affect us.”

  I got up and reached for her hands, untying them and letting the strap hang on the bed.

  “This is nothing to feel bad about,” I rubbed her wrists lightly.

  I could see her heart sinking in her chest at just the gesture, eyes filled up with love.

  “Things are complicated,” she said, eyes scanning me. “I think I only let myself play with you when I’m mad.”

  “That's interesting,” my eyebrows rose. “You mean games or like this? Tying you up and stuff?”

  “I don’t really mean this,” she said, touching her wrist carefully. “I mean before, after Skylar… I guess technically, this could be residual… I’m no Psychiatrist...” She breathed shakily. “That night I didn’t want you to stop fucking me,” she said guiltily. “I wanted to force you to see me all night. It’s stupid… It doesn’t make sense… I just wanted you to hurt me and stay,” she swallowed slowly.

  “Because I hurt you emotionally? Did you want physical pain to make that easier?”

  “I guess,” she squirmed, closing her lips tight as she let out a puff of air through her nose. “I’m always torn between my emotions,” she said. “Especially with you,” she looked vulnerable.

  “With the bet. I knew I could easily win if I wanted to,” she went on. “So, even though it was sexy, I was angry inside that we were doing it the whole time. We’ve gone days without touching before. I knew for me I could take it and be fine. I didn’t even want to win. I didn’t want you to let me have my reward. Having my reward scared me. I knew, no matter what, I would eventually make myself lose on purpose. I’m comfortable with your reward. Not comfortable with mine. So when I teased you, and I liked it, I was mad at myself because it’s all tied up together. It was all tied up in how I felt about how we’d been the past few months. It’s hard not to feel sad with all the facts. Hard to separate the pleasure from the pain, have one without the other. But then you touch me and I can forget…
About all of that inside me… About before...”

  “When you touch me I can momentarily breathe,” she held a hand at her head, relaxing a bit.

  “I think sex helps us and sometimes it hurts us,” I said. “We’re not simple people even with things that should be simple but I'd rather it be like that than just simple. I love us. I know that must feel so conflicting to want something that you're scared of sometimes… I have things I want to do that scare me. You know that.”

  She moved down a bit and I felt her lips on my forehead as she held me to her. “I wanna be simple,” she said, her hand tugging at the skin of my waist.

  “I know. Life would be a little easier, huh?”

  She let out a sigh and moved her lips across the skin of my forehead. “You probably wouldn’t like me if I was simple,” I could feel her lips smile.

  “I hate to say it but you're probably right. I love you like you are. My own personal complicated mess to match me.”

  I knew we wouldn't work otherwise. The complexity kept us working.

  “If we fought to the death I’d instantly let myself lose,” she said.

  “If someone was really forcing us to do that I'd just suggest a suicide pact. Even though you wouldn't go for it. I wouldn't let you kill yourself unless I could go too. I wouldn't want to live.”

  If it was an accident that took her I'd try but not something really twisted like that where I would know she died for me.

  “So humane,” she teased. “I’d definitely savor your kiss of death. What you said before made me think about wrestling. I’m no match for you that way. But Natalie is right, you are my little knight.”

  “So, I defend the realm and fight for your honor? I'm down.”

  “No, no,” she said. “You pine for me, worship me silently. Fight for me, always fight. Occasionally, I let you into my bedchamber and let you touch me while no one else knows.”

  “Ahhhhh, that sounds even better. Especially, the worship part. Is there a secret entrance into your bedchamber that only I know about?”

  “You’re like Romeo meets Lancelot,” she said. “You come at night, under the cover of dark, when you know I’m lonely and craving you most. You climb my trellis and sneak in through the high window, the one I use to sun and stare down on you in the day… Sometimes I think you’ll never come… An entire life I spend, waiting to have you, again and again. In all the kingdom, you’re all that I want and see.”