Chapter 14
I'm looking up at a woman who has gotten under my skin and pissed me off more times than I can fucking count.
I’ve chased after small details only to be left in the lurch.
I’m not any closer to proving that this woman is the harm that I say she is to our families. The evidence that I’ve gathered into the shared folder is hardly enough to say that her transgressions are more harmful than what any one in this family has committed on their own.
When she rolled out of my rental and kept running, I was unprepared for what she was willing to risk her life to avoid telling me.
Whoever this man is—I want him dead. I want to raise him from the dead so that I can put him back six feet under.
The thought is irrational and even more absurd because I know that everything she has done goes against what my purpose in Dupont is.
At the moment, it's to keep her safe while we work to figure out who is behind the dissent of Racquelle’s leadership. No different from making sure my guys are safe out there moving green.
Keeping her safe…
Making sure she’s not in harm’s way…
She's forced me to care about her, even when I didn't want to.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” I ask, knowing damn well that it was for her.
She’s fallen so deep into the memory of her pain that she is pliant to my will as I walk her back to the desk.
Nina easily moves backward with my hand on the unblemished side of her waist. When her ass meets the edge of the desk’s surface, she moves onto it.
She nods while saying, “No.”
Conflicting words but honest body. I am pleased to know she did it anyway.
The unfazed focus she has on me is not as dreamy as she normally looks when she’s not paying attention during meetings or even when she claims to not be listening to me.
It’s the most believable Nina has ever looked.
Of all the faces she shows the world, I’m happy that I’ve been allowed to see this one.
Bare of makeup and placation.
This is the real her, pliant and submissive to me.
Not only that, but she's spread wide open for me, her tiny feet on my shoulders, as she waits patiently for me to continue. Still dripping and squirming for more...
“Want me to lick this little slit, then you’ve gotta help me clear somethin’ up…” I hedge.
She has no clue what that could be, but I’m going to show her. And I have no regrets about it right now.
Am I this guy that takes advantage of a woman when she's hurt?
No.
I’m not.
But before she dropped into this space, I don’t think she would truly let me if she didn't want to.
She was prepared to end it all just to keep me from seeing her truth.
I have no doubt that Nina will get what she wants either way.
She wants this.
Her big, round eyes sparkle as she waits for her next order.
I think now is an appropriate time to show her exactly how good my memory is, slipping two fingers into my mouth to get them wet before I plunge them into her tight little slit is as much warning as she'll get.
As I curl them, not only to reach that spot inside of her, but to keep her in place with my palm over her sensitive clit, I question, "Didn't you say I was small? "
"No, no, no," she stutters. "I just—” A moan escapes her as I continue to apply pressure with my palm, “I asked if you were small."
"That's right. Do you still think I'm small now?" I say as I begin to curl and uncurl my fingers, her eyes rolling back. "No, no, doll," I say, grabbing ahold of her face so that she can look at me, "we're havin’ a conversation. Keep your eyes on me, and don't look away. How small am I now?"
"Not small. So big, so, so big," she says. “K-knew the pink swirl was a good choice.”
That fucking pink heart video.
The memory of her pussy squelching over stiff silicone is enough to make my dick throb against the rigid seam of my cargos.
She was prepping before she even confirmed she would need to. The knowledge of that is lethal to the sanity that I am barely holding on to. Though it could be argued that everything I’m doing proves that I’ve lost exactly what could be considered sane.
I continue curling and curling my fingers, holding her gaze so that she's forced to make eye contact with me as I bring her closer and closer to her climax.
Her thighs press in on my hand, and I step between her legs so that they fall around my shoulders. Warmth radiates from her core. It’s inviting and irresistible but my goal isn’t to sink into this warmth. It’s more, much more.
If I’ve already lost my sanity, who’s to say that my fall from grace should be easy.
She's not able to close them any further, and I'd use that to my advantage. Removing my digits from inside her and adding another one of my fingers into my mouth.
"Relax," I say, stroking her soft cheek with my other hand. "How much can a doll take?"
"Whatever.” She blinks, pushing her hips forward.
Searching and wanting. She won’t get what she wants from me talking like that.
“Everything,” she amends, looking at me with her shining eyes, pupils blown wide.
I nod, but don’t move. “All of it,” she breathes out like a prayer.
Her words are more air than sound. "I can take all of you. "
With a hand still on her cheek, I lead her where I want her to go. "No, no. Not you,” I correct as she writhes under me. “A doll."
Nina’s eyes close for only a moment. She seems to savor the words and then remembers my directive and those tender bronze eyes blink up at me. Hoping that I won’t punish her for the blunder.
My cheeks stretch with the knowledge of how quick a study she can be.
"A doll can take everything," she states.
"So good. Very good,’ I praise her, “Such a good doll.” Finally removing the hand from her cheek, I grab on to her thigh, making sure my fingers are still wet enough to do what I intend. “Now, I need you to breathe."
Her pussy swallows my two fingers with minimal resistance. The wet suction trying desperately to pull me in deeper as I move them in and out of her. Her eyes flick between mine before she takes a deep inhale and exhales out slowly, the clench making me grit my teeth together to maintain my pace.
On her exhale, I start sliding my index finger from the other hand into the tight puckered hole that she has wide open for me. Her feet on my shoulder give me the perfect view of both. She begins to resist, but then thinks better of it as I mimic her breathing patterns to slow it down.
Both of her holes are tight on me, squeezing both of my hands. I don't even have to hold her face in place as she continues to hold my gaze, not wanting me to stop what I'm doing.
"Tell me, doll, does it feel good to have me stretch you open up like this?" The current pace I’m setting between my two hands is enough to make sweat break out on my brow from the effort. Not that I’m moving fast, but that I’m moving deliberately.
She opens her mouth, and I know she's about to do something bratty.
I know she's about to do something bratty because I see the glint of it in her eyes, and she shakes her head.
Affronted, I pause. Knowing damn well that I’m working her like a puppet right now. "Doesn't feel good?" I ask.
"No," she says aloud now.
"And why is that?"
She doesn't look down, instead motioning with her chin towards my body. "I want to feel you inside me."
"But I am inside you," I say. "Is that not enough?"
"N-no," she stutters. "It's not,” she manages to pout even while her back arches off of this desk to accommodate how I’m working her.
"My doll’s too small, too tight for me right now. Gotta open you up first. Want me to hurt you on my dick?"
"No," she says after a moment's hesitation. I can tell that she was going to say yes, but thought better of it.
She’s so perfect and she doesn’t even know why.
Taking the two fingers out of her pussy, I put them into her mouth.
She greedily laps at my fingers, leaving nothing behind. And still her eyes never leave mine. When I add a third and fourth, she takes those two, letting the drool drip from the side of her mouth as she gets them nice and wet.
I rub those fingers around her opening, testing three before adding the fourth in, leaving my index in her sweet little ass.
She's so tight at first that I worry that I won't ever get her to open up for me, even when I’ve seen her take that toy. After a few strokes of my fingers inside her, she begins to loosen only slightly so that she begins to accept the full width of my fingers.
I meant it when I said she'd be hurt on my dick, so it's important that she gets this pliant and this comfortable.
She is the picture of bliss as her core stretches taught over my fingers.
Her moans are music to my ears, as she hiccups over my thrusts inside.
Her arousal soaking down my palm and dripping onto the desk.
Her ass soaking up what spills down her lips to the index finger I’m maintaining a slow rhythm with.
"Okay, doll, are you gonna take me now?"
She nods her head.
"Gimme your words."
"Yes. I'm—” Her eyes widen before narrowing with a grin, “Yes, a doll is going to take you," she says with more confidence.
Nodding with her agreement, I’m satisfied with how ready she is. "Unbutton my pants.”
She makes to move her legs from around me, but I step closer to her. "No, no. Stay just like that."
She leans forward, but not too much as to aggravate her bandage at her side, reaching for my pants, getting her fingers around the top button of my pants and then working quickly to pull my boxers down and expose my dick that's already hard and ready for her.
It has been ever since I got the hint of her arousal seeping from her body.
I tried to be as removed from the desire I had, from the interest I had, but the smell of her caught my attention, and I couldn't ignore it.
I did what I had to to make sure she was good, but now that she's bandaged up at least enough to take me.
Fuck, I can't wait to sink inside her.
"Spread that little pussy for me," I direct, and she takes her time spreading her lips wide so that I'm able to slide in unobstructed.
Even with me prepping her as much as I could, it's still going to be tight. The only thing that's going to make it easy on her is experience, and she's getting a crash course as I nudge the head at her hole.
When she finally gets an impression of how big I am in comparison to her toy, she widens her eyes, her mouth opening and closing, and finally she says, "Vert, you're too big."
"No, no," I say. "Dolls can take anythin’, can't they?"
"But—" she says, hesitant at first, and then she blinks, eyes going glassy once more, "Yes. Dolls can take anything. Everything."
I wiggle my finger in her ass around, and she arches her back just enough for the head of me to slip right inside her with a wet squelch.
She sucks me right in.
It feels like heaven to have the warmth of her just around the tip, the flared base of my head pushing back against the walls of her opening as it tightens and clenches around me.
My vision goes white for just a moment as I continue to push and push.
Her bliss is my own as more and more of me disappears into her body.
“Yea, doll. Keep takin’ this dick until you can’t–” My legs cut off as her leg wraps around the back of my neck. Suddenly, I’m flush with her hips, my arm at an awkward angle to stay inside her ass too.
“Ah,” she huffs out. “So full,” she whines but I don’t move.
“Did I give a doll everythin’?”
She smirks—the brat—and I slap her clit quickly. The sting shuddering over her body, but she only writhes more.
“Please,” she begs.
“More, doll?” I wipe the sweat from my brow, “Another?”
Before she can finish her nod, I strike her clit again. Her juice rushing out over me and down my thighs.
Goddamn.
I have to thrust into her. Hard.
Her body slides up the table over her own wetness, but I hold her in place by a thigh, fully giving her the fuck she’s been begging me for.
“How much can a doll take?” I ask.
“Dolls.”
Thrust.
“Can.”
Thrust.
“Take.”
Thrust.
“Everything,” she cries out, all while proving me right.
A doll can.