The Dollhouse Society Ultimate Boxset: 21 Books & 5 Shorts in the Dollhouse Society Series

by Eden Myles

  “You shouldn’t have done that, Daniel,” Mr. Karenina warned, fingering the dampness of my jeans so I blushed at the realization that he knew. “A good courtier puts his gentleman’s needs above his own.”

  He undid my jeans and slid them, damp and a little sticky, down my legs along with my briefs. Next he went to work on my other clothes so that in a matter of minutes I was extremely naked where he was not. I wanted to touch him, undo his jacket and trousers—I wanted to feel the soft friction of his skin against mine—but he hadn’t liked me being so forward before, so I just lay there obediently on the seat, shivering with anticipation. He arched over my body, his hands pinning my hips, and lowered his head to kiss my belly button. It was a strangely tender gesture, but the roughness of his cheek tickled me and made me buck my hips a little. Mr. Karenina said, “No, Daniel,” in a gravelly warning voice and I tried to remain as still as possible as he removed his glasses and then started touching and licking and kissing and sucking a path across my lower stomach to my semi-erect cock. Despite my accident of before, I was almost ready for him again.

  His hot, wet mouth closed over my cock, and his tongue probed my slit. I immediately began thrusting into his mouth, shoving myself in all the way to the balls. I whimpered as I hit the back of his throat and he began sucking so hard my hips lifted up off the seat as I pounded against his tonsils. I had never had my cock in anything except, briefly, my high school girlfriend, and yet this seemed the most natural thing in the world.

  I remembered my father catching me with a Sears catalog when I was fifteen. I don’t know if he’d suspected something, but right after that, I got a talking to and he explained that a real man has a woman, that it was the only way a man could really be called a man. I thought about that as Mr. Karenina lathered my cock with his saliva, while he kneaded my balls—a little harder than I liked, but I was getting used to the roughness of his touch. My cock pulsed and ached as he deep-throated me, and I thought how this was like heaven, the only place I wanted to be right now, and how I had never felt more like a man than right at this moment. I groaned as I felt my climax build and build, as a little pre-cum spilled down his throat, I was almost there…almost ready to come…but then he stopped and spit my cock out with disgust. He seized it tight in his hand, tight enough to hurt, tight enough to stop the pulsing waves of my climax. His face was stark and cruel with disapproval. “It’s obvious you need to learn some self-control, Daniel. You mustn’t come until I tell you.”

  “Okay,” I breathed out.

  “If you come before I tell you, you’ll be severely punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  He stared at me in that weird, mechanical way he had, his gazing falling at about the level of my naval. “I don’t think you understand, Daniel,” he said softly, in that dangerous tone. “You agreed to be my courtier. You belong to me.”

  I shuddered at his words. I heard my own breathing in the confined space. “Yes.”

  “You say ‘yes’ but I don’t think you mean it.”

  My heart, which was already knocking in my chest, started to bang so hard I was afraid he could hear it in the confined space. His hold on my cock increased, making me want to cry out with need and frustration.

  “There will be more rules, since it’s obvious you need them,” Mr. Karenina announced. “From this day forward, you won’t touch yourself without my permission. You won’t masturbate. You won’t come at all without my approval.”

  I groaned with disbelief. But there was no point in arguing with him, was there? I could promise Mr. Karenina anything. After all, he couldn’t tell what I did late at night with my catalogs…

  Mr. Karenina smiled a little, darkly, as if he were reading my nasty thoughts. “You won’t cheat, Daniel. Do you know that the volume and force of a man’s ejaculate can be determined by how frequently he comes? The longer you wait, the greater the experience. Some men even ‘save it up,’ as it were, for a special occasion, which is what we’re going to have to do with you.”

  I felt a surge of anger. “You mean I can’t do anything without asking you?”

  “That’s correct. If you want to come, you’ll need to ask my permission first. And I’ll know if you’ve cheated, so don’t bother lying to me. On our next encounter, you’d better be spectacular.” He licked his lips in a deliberately lascivious manner. “Turn over. I want you on your hands and knees with your ass up.”

  He released his hold on my cock so I could turn over on the seat. I lowered my head a little and arched my back. Apparently not enough for his liking, because he covered me with his body and forced my head further down, which forced my ass a little higher. His suit rubbed against the tender skin of my bare back and the hardness of his cock pressed against my ass through his trousers. “It’s obvious you need a great deal of training to become a proper courtier,” Mr. Karenina said. “Luckily, I’m very good at training. I’m very patient, Daniel, though not very tolerant of willfulness.”

  My heart continued to hammer my ribs so hard it hurt. “Please…” I said and heard the rising panic in my voice at being forced into such a vulnerable position.

  Mr. Karenina ignored my pleas. He tenderly kissed the shivery place between my shoulder blades. “I’m going to fuck you, Daniel,” he told me, his voice sounding both sharp and hoarse at the same time. “I’m going to fuck that virgin ass of yours until you understand what it means to belong to your gentleman, and you’re going to submit to it like the sweet little bitch you are. You’re even going to enjoy it, but you’re not going to come until I say. Do you understand?”

  I whimpered and made a skittish attempt to move, but he held me down. He was so much stronger than he looked. I forced a “Yes,” out of my mouth, but the sound of my voice had changed. The sound I made was little more than a panicky whisper.

  “You’re my courtier, Daniel, mine to train, mine to play with. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “That means your cock and balls, even your virgin hole, belong to me. They are no longer your exclusive domain. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very good,” he said as he stroked and kneaded my ass. He forced my legs apart and reached under me, fondling me roughly between the legs. His other hand moved to my crack and he teased me there until I found myself gasping at the sensation. No fantasy I’d ever had about Simon could have prepared me for the reality of what he was doing to me. He milked my cock until his hand was slippery with my pre-cum. Then he shoved two fingers up my ass.

  I cried out in response, and it was only the pressure of his body that kept me from springing off the seat. He worked me wider, adding a third finger, while his other hand squeezed my cock until I stopped struggling to escape him. Gradually, I started rocking against his hand, whimpering at the pressure of his fingers in my ass and the fierce grip he had on my cock. I was painfully hard now, and when he added a fourth finger to my ass I finally lost control and, despite the hold he had on me, my come jetted out over the seat beneath me.

  Mr. Karenina stopped finger fucking me and slapped my ass so hard I cried out in pain. To my extreme humiliation, I spurted onto the seats again. “You came,” he said with grave disappointment. “I told you not to come until I tell you, Daniel.” His hand traveled up my spine and neck and he grabbed the back of my hair, hard, and pushed my face down into my own spunk. “Lick it up, Daniel. And you’ll lick up every drop you spill without my permission from this day forward.”

  I whimpered at his rough treatment but I still licked it up, my tongue scraping across the suede of the seat. Then he made me lick the upholstery until the stain was almost gone.

  Meanwhile, I heard Mr. Karenina unzipping his trousers and ripping open a condom. The realization of what was about to happen to me finally broke my pride. I started to beg again, but he sank his fingers into the bones of my hips to steady me. He rubbed his cock against my back and ass. I looked into the opaque, mirror-like luster of the ti
nted window and saw him. I saw how big he was. I couldn’t imagine something like that going inside of me. I started to protest, but without warning, he shoved the head of his cock deep into my hole. I cried out, partly from pain but mostly from surprise.

  Then my brain seemed to switch off and I suddenly became all animal instinct. I thrust back against him and groaned as I took him an inch at a time. I dug my fingers deep into the upholstery to better anchor myself and wondered what Sheri would think if she saw me now, grunting and panting like some animal in heat, my ass in the air as this gorgeous man fucked it hard. She wouldn’t think I was so shy or country mouse then.

  Mr. Karenina buried himself to the hilt inside me, then stopped to allow my body to acclimate itself to his size and girth. He leaned against my back and whispered soothing words into my ear. I relaxed around him as my body slowly submitted to his penetration. Then he started working in and out of me in a slow, erotic rhythm. His balls rubbed against my ass and I groaned and buried my face against the suede of the seat as he touched me inside so intimately. His one hand kept a solid hold on my cock while his other slid against my sweating stomach, keeping me on my shaky knees and at the angle he needed to penetrate me deep. “There’s my good boy,” he whispered like I was a pet who had pleased him. “You’re so beautifully tight and submissive, Daniel…my boy…my courtier.”

  I concentrated on the sound of his voice, his groans of satisfaction, and the almost comforting feeling of him thrusting and bucking gently inside me. He was big, but he was also fat, which I discovered counted for more.

  I moaned as he fucked me slow and hard. He answered me with a low growl of pleasure. I realized he was enjoying this as much as I was. I bucked forward into his hand and then backwards onto his cock. That dragged an even greater cry of pleasure out of his throat. I wondered if sex was better for him than for a normal person, if he could somehow feel more than a person with sight. I knew he could smell more, probably hear better than the average person, and I’d seen him savor his food with a gusto that most normal people didn’t have. I shuddered, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe as I matched his thrusts with my own, following the rhythm he had set down. The pleasure built and built inside me, expanding and filling me like a powerful electrical charge, and I decided I wanted this to go on forever.

  Then he changed things up, grunting as he pounded me harder, taking me right up to the edge of pain. I felt the familiar throbbing of my mounting orgasm once more and shouted, “Fuck, yes. Fuck me, sir. Fuck me hard and let me come.” I was shocked and appalled by the words coming out of my country mouse mouth. I’d never said such carnal things in my life. It didn’t even sound like me.

  Mr. Karenina wrapped an arm around my torso and pulled me upright on the seat so I was pressed flush against the front of his body and he was pounding me at a slightly different angle but with the additional aid of gravity. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slamming into my ass. The depth and sharpness of his thrusts made me shudder and nearly scream as the sensation increased. Then he thrust deep into my ass one last time and came with a growl. He shuddered and twitched inside me as he came, then came again, and I thought about his statement that orgasms were better and stronger if you “saved it up”. If that was true, then it had been a very long time since Mr. Karenina had gotten laid.

  He hugged me tight against him, buried his face in the side of my neck, and said in a rough but strangely tender voice, “You may come now, Daniel.”

  I came hard with a lunge, spurting uncontrollably against the seat and the inside of the car and over his hand, coming harder than I’d ever come in my life, almost blacking out with it. Mr. Karenina chuckled at my enthusiasm, sounding pleased with me and with himself. He kissed the side of my neck and pulled out. He licked shamelessly at the spunk on his hand, savoring it like he’d savored the liquor of the oysters earlier, then carefully redressed me, touching me frequently and lovingly as he did so, like I was some big living doll for him to cuddle and play with.

  We were perfectly respectable again when the car pulled up alongside the campus parking lot. He ran his fingers over his Braille watch and said, “I’m afraid I’ve detained you a bit longer than I’d expected to, Daniel.”

  “I don’t mind,” I told him. I sat with my arms around his waist, looking up at him shyly.

  He palmed the back of my head and brushed a tender goodbye kiss against my lips, his tongue teasing into my mouth briefly. “I’m going to enjoy training you, Daniel,” he announced as he opened the door of the car for me. “I’m going to enjoy that very much.”

  ***

  I couldn’t sleep that night, of course. I kept thinking about him, about the almost painful girth of him thrusting and filling me, making me come so hard. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and I found myself reaching for the catalog in my nightstand. Would he really notice? I mean…really? I was seeing him again this Saturday. Seven days was a long fucking time to go without sex of any kind, especially now that I’d had a taste of heaven. But what if I disappointed him? What if it wasn’t as good next time as it had been today?

  I debated it back and forth before giving into good reason and snatching up my cell phone. He picked up on the fifth ring, like he had all the time in the world.

  “Look, I really, really need to rub one out, Mr. Karenina. You can’t expect me to go seven days.”

  The sound of his voice, that harsh, rolling accent, made my cock immediately stiffen in my shorts. “No, my courtier, you may not,” he said, and hung up on me.

  Bastard.

  ***

  BOOK 2: TOUCH

  “So you bagged him,” Sheri said as we sat together in the middle of the student café, listening to various morning announcements over the PA system.

  I nearly choked on my coffee and sticky bun. After I finished clearing my throat and realizing I wasn’t going to need the Heimlich maneuver, I wiped my mouth on a paper napkin and said, “What?” I kept my voice low. I didn’t want any of the other students passing with their trays of coffees and pastries to hear this conversation and make it campus gossip that I’d gotten laid. The fact that I’d gotten laid by a man richer than God and old enough to be my father just made it worse.

  Sheri leaned forward across the table. “Simon. You nailed his ass the other night, didn’t you?”

  “Did not!”

  “Yes, you did. No more virginity for you, Daniel Collins. I can tell.”

  I stared at her, stricken. “You can tell that?”

  “Not really,” she grinned. “I just wanted to hear you confess.”

  “I didn’t nail Simon.”

  “You nailed someone.” Then she looked at me, carefully, because Sheri knows about these things. “Oh Jesus…don’t tell me it was that creepy employer of yours. Hannibal Lecter?”

  “He’s not creepy like that,” I insisted.

  She sat back, looking horrorstruck. “Jesus, Daniel. I mean…Jesus.” Then she leaned forward and said. “Details. Now.”

  I picked raisins out of my sticky bun as I explained what it was like to fuck another man for the first time in my life. I couldn’t believe I was actually sharing the details with Sheri, filling her in about the night Mr. Karenina propositioned me to become his courtier, his professional sexual companion, or our encounter afterwards in his Lincoln Town Car. Yet, the more she listened, the more I wanted to tell her. I swear Sheri could pull an admission of guilt from a terrorist.

  “Was it intense?” she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

  “Oh yeah,” I said, trying not to think about it too hard. The last thing I needed was a bad case of blue balls in the center of the student café. “He’s um…really experienced.” Which was putting it mildly.

  “He didn’t hurt you?”

  “No. Why do you ask?”

  Sheri shook her head. “It’s just that the way you describe him makes him sound a little like a dom. One of my exes was a painfre
ak. He used to put safety pins through his nipples.”

  I shuddered at the visual. “He’s not into that. He’s a gentleman…at least, that’s how he explained himself to me.” I explained a little about the exclusive—and rather mysterious—Dollhouse Society he was a part of, what I knew of it, and again Sheri shook her head.

  “So you’re like a kept man…a rent boy?”

  I grimaced at her choice of words. “He calls it being a courtier. Look, I thought you liked the idea of me getting laid. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.” I had ripped my sticky bun to shreds on my plate.

  Sheri reached out and touched my hand. “I think it’s great that you’ve found someone to love, Daniel, maybe someone who loves you too. You deserve that, especially after all the shit you’ve been through. I just think of you like a little brother and I can’t help but worry.” She patted my hand in a sisterly way. “I don’t want you to get in over your head, especially the first time. Funny thing is, I really thought Simon would be your first.”

  “So did I.”

  “Are you still going to get with him—with Simon?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not supposed to.”

  “You mean you’re not allowed to see anyone else while you’re working for him?”

  Of course, Sheri really wasn’t into monogamy. Me, on the other hand…well, I liked the idea of finding someone one day, settling down, maybe having two-point-five kids, a dog, the house in the country.

  But then I thought about Mr. Karenina—my blind, solemn, middle-aged gentleman lover. He wasn’t really the two-point-five-kids-a dog-and-a-house-in-the-country kind of guy…was he?

  ***

  On Saturday, I woke to my cell ringing. I crawled sleepily out from under the covers and picked up on the fifth ring, checking the number. “Hi, Mom, what’s up?”

  “Did I get you up?”

  I sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I checked my bedside clock and saw it was a little after ten. Shit, I’d overslept, and now I only had an hour to get dressed and get to Mr. Karenina’s house. “No, it’s good that you called. I’ve overslept.”