Chapter 20
Ihear the door handle turn and then light footsteps, I contemplate whether I should lift my head but decide to stay still and wait to see who has entered when they get to me, hoping it’s the nice brother.
When the man comes into sight, I open my mouth but no sound comes out.
My heart sets off in a gallop and I wonder if this is some sort of prank.
Fear tickles along my scalp as the auburn haired man draws closer.
I try not to move and recoil; I try and not give away my fear from the sight of him.
I don’t know how he’ll react, and I don’t want to make him angry.
He cautiously moves closer, he is expecting a reaction from me I can see and that steadies my frantic heart.
He doesn’t look like he would or could harm me in any way as his eye makes contact with my own.
Up closer I can see one eye is white and glazed making him look unworldly and inhuman, frighteningly so.
But when he looks at me with his golden-brown-flecked good eye, I see an attractive young man, worlds away from the other side of him.
When he gets to my side and faces me, I see a shy blush creep up his face as he says, “Hi,” in a young man’s voice. His mop of thick auburn hair surrounds his face and makes him look even younger.
“Hi,” I reply.
“I’m Angus.”
“Nice to meet you Angus. I’m Roxy. Was that you who kissed me on here earlier?”
Peering at me with his good eye I see him trying to read me, does he think he broke a rule or something? Eventually he decides I can’t be a threat to him and replies, “Yes, I’d like to do it again.”
I smile widely at him because I too would like him to kiss me again. “You’d be welcome to, I’d like that.”
Pleased, his face lights up and then he allows himself a moment to take me in, I watch as he trails his eyes over my chest, taking in the red blotchy skin of my breasts and then lower to my core.
“May I ask you something?” I dare to ask.
“Yes,” he simply replies as his eyes go back up to meet mine.
“Could you uncuff me so I can use the bathroom?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I reply sweetly.
“I was told not to ask you for things and to take what I want, but I’m not like my brother or father. Before I take you to the bathroom, I would like to clean you up first.”
“Ok,” I reply, not sure what he’s getting at.
Lust clouds his eyes as he takes that as my approval even though I’m not sure how he means.
Walking back round the table I assume he’s going to leave and come back with a washcloth, but no he climbs onto the table at the bottom, kneels and lowers his face to my leaking pussy and begins to lap up his brother’s come from my entrance.
I shudder in surprise and the warmth of his hot tongue as I feel the fullness of his flat tongue lick me up and down like a cat licking up his milk.
“Oh my god, you are such a good boy,” I praise, I have no idea where that even came from, but he licks higher up circling my clit and then back down lower to my back hole.
I shudder from the delicious sensations he’s giving me and moan out, “Such a good fucking boy,” as my eyes roll into the back of my head at his clever tongue.
When there is nothing left to lick up, he pushes two fingers gently inside of me and pulls them out coated in my juices combined with his brother’s.
I watch in curious arousal as he licks his fingers like a popsicle before pushing them back into my entrance for more.
This time, when he’s pulled out his coated dripping fingers again, he pushes them both into his mouth and just sucks, looking back at me as I try to keep my head up off the table to watch him.
Nothing is what it seems with these brothers.
Smacking his lips together, he lazily smiles back at me, nothing cruel or sinister about him.
“You taste like my favourite flavour,” he grins back at me before moving to the side as he begins to unbuckle me.
One foot, then the other and I am free to finally move my ankles and legs.
Angus moves off the table and walks over to my side and unbuckles my left wrist and then my right.
“There you go, can you sit up?” he asks thoughtfully as his lips still glisten with my desire.
I slowly fold in two and sit up, the movement making me lightheaded for a second before it passes and my bladder groans at the movement. “Oh gosh, now I really need the toilet.”
Holding out his hand for mine he says, “Come here, it’s just behind you.”
I spin my legs to dangle off the table and lower myself down to the floor, I turn to follow in the direction that Angus pulls us in and see there is a completely white, tiled wet room with shower, sink and toilet.
No privacy I see, but right now I would pee in front of the king I need to go so much.
I let go of Angus’ hand and lower my naked body onto the toilet and sigh with relief.
Angus, to his credit, turns and walks over to the bed and sits and waits for me.
Once I’ve finished and washed my hands, I walk over to the bed where Angus waits for me. “Are you hungry?” he asks.
I reply eagerly, “Oh yes, I don’t know what time it is, but my stomach is telling me it’s lunch time.”
“Your stomach would be correct. I’ll grab us some lunch. Wait here?”
“Sure, I can wait here,” I reply and sit down next to him.
“It’s actually just outside the door; I’ll go grab it.”
“Amazing,” I reply hungrily.
Angus walks across the large attic room and returns with a tray of sandwiches and juices and sets it on the bed between us, I grab the glasses of drinks and set them on the table I was just strapped to.
“Looks yum, did you prepare this?”
“Actually no, catering did,” he replies looking a bit sheepish.
“Oh great, well it looks delicious, would you mind if I start?”
“Not at all, eat as much as you like,” he says as he picks up a ham and cheese triangle.
I do the same and we dig in, eating and smiling awkwardly in silence until the sandwiches, grapes, chocolate biscuits and juice are gone.
It should feel wrong sitting naked eating in an attic with a young stranger who just licked his brother’s come from my pussy, but this is just another normal day in my life now apparently.
Feeling full and renewed, I look over at Angus expectantly.
He looks back at me nervously, his eyes dropping to my chest and back, his hard on clear as day in his track pants.
They’re the same that James wears, but nope, I can’t think of my poor husband right now.
It hurts to think of him and how he must be wondering what is happening to me. Instead, I ask a question.
“What are our plans for the afternoon Angus?” I ask brightly, hoping my cheerfulness doesn’t come across as false.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes not meeting mine. I wait and watch as he becomes more agitated, but I don’t prompt or push. Eventually he gives up on the war ranging in his head and replies, “Did Jacob mention the types of things I like to do?”
“Jacob—your brother? Well, no, he didn’t. He just alluded to him looking forward to my reaction.”
Flushing in what looks like anger, he balls his fists, “Jacob is an arsehole.” And then sighs defeated. “I have some unusual tastes,” he goes on. “Father assured me that you’ll do anything I want and you won’t judge me?”
“That is what I am here for. Unless I have to use my safe word, yes,” I reply curiously. What are his unusual tastes? I wonder to myself.
Angus looks down at his fingers, picking at a nail and then connects both eyes with mine, one seeing me and the other seeing into my soul.
Knowing he has no choice but to tell me if he wants to go through with the kink, he blurts out, “I’d like you to be my doll for the afternoon.
I want to dress you, put makeup on you and fuck you like my real-life doll. ”
My eyes widen for a split second before I tame down my expression and clear it into a questioning look.
“That sounds fun,” I eventually settle on replying. “Just so I know exactly what to do to make it perfect for you, tell me exactly the rules of being made into a doll and I will do it.”
“Do you mean it, you’ll become my doll willingly?”
“Yes, if that’s what you would like. Of course I’ll do it,” I say honestly. I don’t add—because you’re paying me. Plus, I’ve never heard of doing anything like this before.
Excited, Angus begins to list on his fingers how he wants the afternoon to go.
“I have a bunch of clothing I’d like to dress you in, but you cannot move, you need to be doll-like so I can dress you—floppy or rigid.
You can’t speak or say anything. You are not allowed to move, look or touch me.
When we are finished, most likely after I’ve made love to you, you can break out of character. Does that sound ok?”
I smile warmly at him, “It sounds more than fine Angus, I would love to be your doll for the afternoon. I’m excited to see what clothes you have for me.” It’s not a lie. I’ve been a Little Girl and a Pet Dog, how much different can a doll be?
Jumping to his feet, he practically skips out of the room, precariously balancing the tray of empty glasses and plates and returns with a suitcase.
Laying the suitcase on the bed, he turns to me, his face a glow of childish delight and whilst I can see he’s in his mid 20s, his playfulness makes him look much younger, especially the side of his face with his good eye. “Are you ready?” he asks brightly.
“Absolutely, ready when you are. Just tell me how you want me to start, and I’ll go from there.”
“I want you to sit right there and be rigid sitting and standing when I move your body into position but floppy limbs. Does that make sense?”
“Got it. I won’t speak from now.”