Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
I sleep fitfully, dreaming of people and events that aren’t quite reality… but do have the ring of truth.
In my dream, I am a beautiful perfectly-groomed doll in a pretty blue dress, sitting on Isla’s shelf. Isla is nowhere to be seen so I just sit up on the ledge, high above everything in her childlike room. I long to play with her but it has been ages since anyone has entered the room.
“Isla!” I try calling. The teddy bears glare at me from their jumbled pile in the corner. Like me, I get the feeling that they are alive and unable to do anything but wait to be useful.
After what feels like eons by myself, I decide that I’m going to climb down from the shelf. I don’t know what’s below but it has to be better than just sitting here gathering dust.
Shaking out my long raven locks, I pick up the skirt of my dress and begin to climb down. I can feel my painted-on smile; I was made to please, never to cause anyone anything but joy.
I am so sick of needing to please everyone. What about what I want out of life?
I climb down, hanging onto the ledge by my fingertips. The effort to hold on is enormous… but my fear of the fall is intense. Beads of plastic sweat form on my forehead, falling down and bouncing off my dress. They skitter away as I gather the nerve to look down.
Just then, someone bursts in Isla’s bedroom door. I know it’s Keir somehow, even though I can’t see behind me. The energy of the room changes and Isla’s bedroom vanishes with a swirl.
Keir grabs me as the shelf I’m holding onto vanishes. He turns me around, smirking at how tiny I am.
“Where are you going?” he asks. “Hm?”
I tilt my chin up at him, frowning. Can I speak? I’m not sure.
“I’m a real girl,” I tell him. My voice sounds like the tinkling of a music box. Sweet and angelic, as one would expect from a doll.
He throws back his head with a laugh that chills me to the bone. “You’ll do exactly what I want, when I want it. And if not?”
He points to the darkened corner. In it churns something dark and poisonous, waiting for its opportunity to swallow me up. Ice freezes all the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs.
“Not there…” I murmur. “Please, anywhere but there!”
“You can go right back in the box, my pretty little doll. Or you can–”
My eyes snap awake in the next second. For a second I’m disoriented. I sit up, trying to see what exactly woke me up.
There is a dark figure standing in the doorway, his face in shadow. I shriek and he enters my room. A stripe of light is thrown from the window and it illuminates him.
It’s Keir.
I put my hand over my pounding heart, my mouth in an O of shock.
“Oh thank gad, it’s just you,” I whisper.
“Ella, Ella, Ella…” he tsks. “How lovely you look in that bed, sweetheart.”
“It’s the middle of the night!” I protest.
“Yes. But I had a couple fingers of whiskey and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how good you make me feel when you come.”
He approaches my bed silently, the outline of his cock easily apparent in his black slacks.
I clear my throat, trying to gather my composure.
“Keir–” I murmur, looking down toward the floor.
He spears his hand in my hair, tilting my head back. The fingers of his free hand trace a burning line across my lips, up the path of my jaw, and skim down the column of my throat. He pins me with that icy blue gaze of his, his eyes dark with excitement and lust.
“I want to make you feel good, Ella,” he whispers in my ear. His breath tickles me, causing a shiver to slide down my spine. “Don’t deny me.”
He drops his lips to my throat, searing me with a hard kiss.
I let out a breathy moan, my eyes closing halfway. Keir somehow always does this to me. It’s like he gets me so wrapped up in being a perfect plaything for him. I should know better.
There should be words of protest on my lips.
But damn if my body doesn’t want him all the same.
His hand releases my hair and skims down my body, touching my breasts, my navel, and then continuing down to tease along the line of my panties. My breath halts as he lifts up the thin cotton of my nightshirt and finds that the only thing standing between him and my bare skin is my skimpy thong.
“You don’t need this,” he whispers. Displaying an impressive among of strength, he rips the thong off of my body.
I lean my head back, panting, already hot for him. It doesn’t take much and after my dream, I just want to bury my hands in his hair and ride his cock until I’m too sore to move.
He parts my thighs just enough to slip his fingers through my slit, finding my needy, aching clit. I make a soft sound, pleading and filled with want.
When Keir smirks at me, I know that I’m about to get fucked. But part of me also knows that I’ll come like I’ve never come before. I’m not going to lie, I want him badly.
He whips the white cotton shirt up my body, stripping me naked. My arms come up to cover my breasts but Keir grabs me roughly, turning me around and pressing my face down into the mattress.
He pulls my arms back behind me and presses my face into the mattress, rendering me all but helpless. That alone makes me hyperventilate with need, not knowing when or where to expect his touch next.
His big hand lands on my ass with a stinging slap. I let out a surprised yelp but welcome the bite of pain. I can feel my pussy getting wet. Can feel the tension mounting with every breath I drag into my lungs.
He disappears for a moment. I hear his clothes hitting the floor. He returns, kneeling behind me, and presses his thick erection against my delicate inner thighs.
My mouth starts watering. I groan and arch my back, spreading my knees a little more.
“Oh, little girl,” he says, giving a breathless laugh. “Do you even know how goddamn hot you are? Ass up in the air, pussy wet, waiting for me.” He kisses my ass cheek, which makes me release a startled, strangled sound.
“Keir!”
His hand ducks between my open thighs, his fingers finding my clit once more. I moan and push back into him. I’m needy, wordless.
“Fuck.” His fingers swirl around my clit. “Your pussy looks so damn good, Ella. Hot, tight, ready to be fucking ruined by my big cock.”
Between his words and the feel of his fingers on my clit, I can’t breathe. I close my eyes, clenching my innermost muscles, following the quick rhythm he sets up.
I groan again, pushing back against his touch. He chuckles and drops a burning kiss onto my lower back.
“Maybe if I just–”
He buries his face in my ass, kissing the balloon knot lightly. I convulse, shocked, my mouth opening to let out a deep moan.
When he runs his tongue around my ass though, my eyes roll up in my head.
I come with a shout, twitching and spasming, the wave of pleasure that slams into my body engulfing me and practically dragging me under.
When I resurface, he kisses my lower back again, his fingers still on my incredibly sensitive clit.
He swirls them around in a very slow circle but it is sweet torment.
“Keir!” I cry, moving my hips away.
Still he keeps touching my clit. “Shh, Ella. Relax.”
I squirm, feeling overstimulated times a million. “Keir, please…”
He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps going for another full minute, a minute of near torture. And then…
And then suddenly it’s not torture at all. It’s like somebody flipped a switch and just like that, I feel desire slowly growing and spreading through my clit and pussy again.
My clit aches sweetly, hinting that another orgasm is right around the corner if I just work for it.
I let out a moan, pushing back against his hand again. He slows his touch.
“Does that feel good, little Ella?”
I swear, I can actually hear him grinning.
“Yes,” I say. My voice sounds hushed, intense. “Please, Keir. Please.”
“That’s all you had to say, Ella.”
His hand disappears and moments later, he presses the thick, hot head of his cock flush against my slick pussy.
When he drives inside, filling me entirely, we both shudder and cry out.
Keir grabs my hips, thrusting hard, driving himself home over and over again, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy once more.
My head is thrown back, sucking in air and moaning out each time he drives home. His big cock filling up every inch of my pussy.
My innermost muscles clench in rhythm again until he fucks me so hard and so fast that I can’t keep up.
My eyes clench and my mouth opens a second before I fall over the edge of a very high peak, spasming, my pussy milking his fucking cock.
I can’t focus, can’t think, can’t do anything but ride the wave as it bears down on me.
“Fuck, Ella,” Keir groans. He comes with a series of short thrusts, his cock twitching deep inside me, filling my pussy with hot lashes of his cum.
Keir stops, his breathing ragged, and rests for half a minute. I’m too shell-shocked to move so even though it’s uncomfortable, I just stay exactly where I am. Then he steps back, pulling his cock out of my body and leaving a curiously empty space where his body just was.
I realize only then that he had the foresight to put on a condom. He peels it off, hissing at the sensitivity of his own cock.
I expect him to get rid of it and then return to my bed. But he just closes his fist and leans down.
He gathers his clothes and kisses me once, ever so briefly. “Good night, Ella.”
“You’re not staying with me?”
“No.”
He exits the room with another word said, leaving me slightly puzzled.