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

by Eden Myles

  I followed his lead, sliding out of the new clothes he had bought me and hanging everything up carefully in the lockers so they wouldn’t wrinkle. I was blown away with the skill by which he undid his clothing, hung them up neatly, and then found the lockers with the white terrycloth robes. A stranger looking on would never have guessed he was blind.

  I’d thought he was beautiful in his clothes, but out of them he was simply amazing, like a man chiseled from warm, pale Han jade. Mr. Karenina had the build of a natural athlete, the wide shoulders, narrow waist and tight ass of a man who swam a lot or rode horses—which wouldn’t have surprised me, frankly. He seemed capable of everything else. Even only partially erect, his cock was impressive, thick and heavily veined. It made me infinitely sad to see him put that heavy white robe on, but I followed suit and put one on as well.

  He led me out to the springs, keeping a hand in the small of my back. “Wow,” I said. The mineral spring bubbled like a giant Jacuzzi, with a domed, glass ceiling letting in spikes of late-day sunshine. Hanging baskets full of exotic flowers and vines hung everywhere, and I could hear the harsh, staccato cry of small birds flitting around the room. The steamy air was warm and smelled a little of ginger incense, and music filtered into this room as well.

  It was also empty, which I was happy about. The idea of being naked in front of a lot of men I didn’t know filled me with an irrational fear. Stupid, but true.

  Mr. Karenina led me to the edge of the pool where a wide set of tiled steps led down into the chest-high water, and there we disrobed and submerged ourselves. I floated in the water for a little while, listening to the music and the birds flitting about. The water felt strangely ticklish against my skin, but Mr. Karenina was right; it was also incredibly relaxing, almost like a warm, all-over massage. I started to drift in a kind of half-trance when I felt my gentleman slide his strong, wet arms around me from behind, anchoring me against his chest. I turned my head and he kissed me, dragging me down into the water until we were chin-deep. I opened my mouth to his kiss and he pushed his tongue down my throat.

  “You feel very tense,” he said against my mouth.

  I could say the same for him, especially in those places below the beltline that were poking me in the ass. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

  He turned me around so we were facing each other. “School?”

  “That and other things.”

  “What other things?” he asked as we treaded water. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me against his body so I could feel how much he wanted me. I wondered if he really cared about my real-world problems or if he was just trying to make polite conversation.

  “Just…things.”

  “Such as?”

  I took a deep breath and told him about my sister’s wedding next month, and how my parents expected me to be there with a girl in tow.

  “You’ve never come out to your parents,” he guessed.

  “God, no. They’d kill me. And then they’d kill me again.”

  He smirked. He stared at me with those dead, blind eyes of his, but it didn’t bother me so much anymore. I knew he could see so much in so many other ways. “They wouldn’t kill you, Daniel,” he said, squeezing my ass in a friendly manner. “They would be upset, and then they would accept that this is just how you’re designed. This is who you are.”

  “How did you come out?” I asked suddenly, listening to the slow drip of water off our chins.

  “I didn’t. My parents, brothers and sisters were shot by the General Secretary of the Communist Party in 1975 for helping several soldiers defect from the Soviet Union.”

  He said it so emotionlessly, like he was reading it from a history book.

  “Jesus,” I said. “I’m sorry. How did you…I mean, why didn’t they shoot you too?”

  “I was born blind. I wasn’t considered a threat. But when I was old enough, I too defected to America.”

  I stared at him blankly a long moment. “You were born this way?”

  “Does that shock you?”

  “No…I mean, I’m surprised, is all. Kate said you’d only gotten bad about ten years ago.”

  “Ten years ago, we upgraded the office with new computers that were…not conductive for persons like myself. I was slowing down operations, which is why I decided to retire and turn operations over to my partners.” He looked at me with that customary blank expression of his. I could tell he wasn’t happy with the decision, but like with his family, it was a simple fact that he had come to accept. “I’d made my fortune by then, and I suppose there was no personal reason to continue except for the sake of my pride, but over ten thousand people rely on NorthStar to provide them with jobs. I couldn’t very well let the company fall, especially on my account.”

  I felt something twist inside of me. Maybe it was even my heart. I leaned forward, palmed his cheek, and kissed his eyes, then his mouth. He kissed me back. We made out for a little while like that, grappling each other under the water, biting at each other’s mouths. Then he said, “I take it this wedding means you’ll be gone for a little while next month.” His voice was neutral, so I couldn’t tell if he was upset or merely disappointed.

  “Just a weekend. Will that be a problem? I mean for us?”

  “I think I could lend you out for a couple of days.”

  “Okay.”

  “Hold your breath,” he said, and dragged me under the water, where he kissed me, breathing deeply into my mouth like he was trying to resuscitate me. We stayed that way for as long as we could before surfacing. Then he pushed me toward the steps where the water was shallow and only came up to our bellies. He held me down against the top step and climbed atop me, emerging wet and amazingly beautiful from the water to pin me under his weight. I watched the drops rolling off his skin like little pearls. I reached up and touched the dark wet hair plastered to his beautifully defined pecs, then moved my hand down over his abs. The hair at his groin was black and thick and healthy, and when I touched it I found it incredibly soft. He leaned down and kissed me, but not like before.

  Before had been play. Now he kissed me with an all-consuming hunger, almost a rage. His teeth nibbled and bit at my lower lip, while his hands moved over me, seeing me, sliding slick and wet over my abs and the quivering muscles of my belly, then lower still, to my engorged cock. I lifted my hips and shoved it into his hands. He turned his head and his mouth found the edge of my jaw, where he licked and kissed. Then he moved to my ear, where he swirled his tongue and bit gently at my earlobe. Meanwhile, I thrust myself in and out of his wet hands. “Always in such a hurry to come, Daniel,” he complained with a chuckle. “One day you’ll learn the benefit of patience.”

  I didn’t want patience. I wanted him. Now. I moaned and lifted my head, biting and sucking gently at his neck, the supple skin warm and wet against my tongue and teeth. Before it had just been his body that I’d loved. But now, since hearing his story, the way it was obvious he’d built this incredible empire without being hampered by his disability, I realized I wanted all of him. His heart, his thoughts, his strength. I wanted to feel everything he felt.

  I bucked my hips as he pumped my cock up and down, his thumb grazing the tiny slit, digging into it, challenging me to keep it all inside until he said so. I whimpered into his mouth as we kissed, then my whimper became a groan as he squeezed and rolled my balls in his hands, sometimes gently, sometimes less so, but every touch of his hand shooting surges of unbridled pleasure up through my cock.

  He pushed me back into the shallow water, held me down, and kissed down my neck to my chest. I moaned and writhed when he teased my nipples with his teeth before continuing down to my navel and dipping his tongue into it, lapping up the water that had pooled in the shallow indention. Following the soft dark hairs over my belly, he finally reached my erection. It bobbed and pulsed with each beat of my heart. He licked all around my stiffening shaft. “Beg for my mouth,” he said, taking the tip and licking the pearl of pre-cum that clung to it before l
etting me go. “Beg me to fuck you, Daniel.”

  “Please, sir, suck my cock,” I told him. It should have sounded ridiculous, but with him, I wasn’t embarrassed at all. With him, everything felt so right. He teased me by lapping at me like a dog laps at a bowl of water, until I started to buck and struggle again, wanting him, wanting him so badly it hurt inside.

  He lifted my legs up and spread them wider so he could better touch and explore me. He licked the underside of my cock, he teased my balls and my tense little hole with his tongue before finally taking my engorged, sensitive cockhead in his mouth and suckling intently on it. I reached up, digging my fingers into the hard muscles of his shoulders. The heat and suction of his mouth drove me wild, made me groan and thrust, shoving my cock into his mouth and arching my hips as he deep-throated me.

  He held me as long as he could before easing me out of his mouth, his fingers playing with my balls and asshole. His thumb pressed into my hole, hard, making me gasp and quiver. He bent his head so he could taste my opening before he fucked it. His tongue poked into me and I squirmed.

  “Fuck me now, sir,” I begged, my voice a kind of guttural snarl. “Fuck me and make me yours.”

  He drew his tongue in a lazy swirl around my quivering hole. “Shall I get a condom?”

  I knew what he was asking me. Along with the instructions he had sent me, he had also provided his medical reports, so there was no question of his good health, should we make the decision to try barebacking. But to do so meant I was promising him by loyalty along with my body. We would be exclusive. He wanted to know if I was ready for that.

  I watched him lap at the front of me, penetrating me slowly with his wet, hot tongue. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I took a deep, trembling breath and said, “Don’t, sir. Just do me now.”

  Mr. Karenina grunted in acknowledgment and licked me from perineum to opening, then spat into the hole. His thumb pressed into all my tightness again but he didn’t ease his fingers in this time. He wanted me tight, I realized. Wet but tight. I stared between his legs, at the lush, wet, sparkling fur there, and the extra-long, fat cock that lay swollen against his stomach. My own stomach stirred with butterflies again and my breathing caught. It was going to hurt this time. A lot. Like a branding.

  He eased my knees down over his shoulders, pinning me but holding me wide open to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his breath came rough and hot against my face. His slick, fat cockhead probed my crack, bumped my perineum, and then nudged with agonizing slowness against the tightness of my hole. He stretched me slowly as he took me, making me experience every inch of his conquest and my pain.

  I whimpered at the sudden, sharp fullness of him. I realized I probably wasn’t ready for this and tried to thrash away.

  “No, Daniel. I want you to feel me take you slowly. I want you to realize how much you’re mine.”

  I cried out as the pressure increased. My body struggled to resist him, but he only bucked his hips, forcing me to take another agonizing inch of him.

  “Cry out if you must, but I’m not going to stop unless you use the safe word.”

  I did cry out. I cried out so the room echoed with my pleasure and my pain, which only made him groan in satisfaction. He pierced me slowly in a series of short, sharp contraction, slowly burying himself all the way to his balls even as my body continued to fight him, but there was nowhere I could go, and it was obvious he was enjoying this immensely. And then he was in, seated deep inside me, and I groaned and clawed his wet back as I felt my ass constrict around him and my body slowly submitted to his fucking. He moved inside me then, his penetration deeper than the last time. I titled my pelvis higher and spread my legs, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure, but he took that as an invitation, and every muscle in my body shivered from the force of his sudden thrusts in and out of my tender, overstretched ass. I threw my head back and screamed when he started fucking me in earnest. Noting my reaction, Mr. Karenina only thrust harder, deeper, maintaining his angry, punishing rhythm in and out of me, and I realized that this was less about sex and more about him establishing himself as my gentleman, making me submit to him.

  My ass, balls and cock throbbed and ached with the need to come, and soon I was writhing and bucking, saying things I never thought I’d have the courage to say, things I’d only ever said in my most private fantasies. Mr. Karenina clenched the back of my neck in both hands and caught my mouth in a powerful kiss so I wound up muttering those private thing into it, into him.

  “Ah, such a good boy,” Mr. Karenina said, his voice faintly growling with his aggression as he pounded mercilessly into my ass. “Come with me, Daniel. Come hard against me. I want to feel you.” He lowered his head and bit the side of my neck.

  I cried out at the sensation of his teeth gripping me, subduing me. One last, hard thrust, and I felt him come inside me, bucking and twitching violently, his hips dragging my body half off the edge of the steps, the mineral waters splashing around us. I groaned at the feel of his hot seed spurting deep inside of me, and then I came with him, my seed jetting hard against his body and mine. It had been too many days, and just as I thought I was done, milked clean, another orgasm hit me, hard and sudden, making me convulse around his cock again. I hit him high up in the chest and chin that time, but he didn’t seem to mind so much.

  Mr. Karenina laughed as we both settled back into the water and kissed. I tasted the pearls of my come on his lips. “Only the young, Daniel,” he said. “Only the young.”

  ***

  It was after dark when we finally got home. The spa had taken an extra hour of our time, but then, so had dinner afterward. I had been less shy this time, and had let Mr. Karenina order at the restaurant while I sat there in my new suit and looked him over, wondering how he could look so composed after all we’d shared. He was like some royal prince in a fairytale, always aware he had to maintain his iron dignity while his servants bustled about him, seeking his favor. I guess maybe he had built a kind of emotional shell to protect himself from all the bad things that had happened to him in his life. I wondered if I was one of the privileged few who saw past his defenses at the incredibly lusty man beneath.

  When the lobsters arrived, perfectly cooked and already shelled for us, I followed Mr. Karenina’s lead and dipped each tender, flaky piece in the melted butter before sucking it off my fork and chasing it down with the fine, sparkling Chablis he had ordered. I’d never had lobster before. My family just wasn’t the lobster type. We were more the Midwestern meat-and-potatoes type, but I found I really liked the melty taste, and I thought about suggesting it to Chloe for her wedding reception.

  Dessert was tiny, imported, Sicilian tomatoes in a rum-sugar syrup over gourmet vanilla ice cream. I thought it was a strange combination until Mr. Karenina spoon-fed me some, and the sticky, rummy, bittersweet cold taste melted in my mouth. He told me to close my eyes and savor the bite. After that, I couldn’t get enough of dessert.

  He’d asked me again about the wedding, like it bothered him, and I finally said, “If you don’t want me going…I mean, I don’t need to go.” Maybe I could feint some illness, then I wouldn’t have to worry about my ex chasing me all over the backyard during the ceremony.

  “No,” he said. “You should go. It’s important that you support your family in these matters. Perhaps you can even take someone with you for support.”

  “Yeah. Sheri agreed to go with me, be my pseudo-date.” I’d told him about Sheri, my BFF.

  He didn’t say anything about that, but a thought occurred to me. I wondered if I had offended him? Had he expected me to ask him? But that was ridiculous. What interest would a retired billionaire like Alexei Karenina have in visiting Bumfuck, U.S.A.?

  He was still very grim when we arrived at his house. I got out and walked him in, and that’s when he turned and asked if I wanted to stay the night. He said he would pay me overtime. It excited me, but at the same time saddened me, the formal way we had this arranged.r />
  “Would that be all right with Maria?” I asked.

  Mr. Karenina smirked. “Last time I checked, I owned this house, not her.

  Upstairs, in the master bedroom, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor, walked to me, seized my chin, and pulled it upward. He kissed me so hard he caught my bottom lip and I flinched, but that only seemed to fuel his lust. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked my head back and start kissing my neck. He sucked ardently on my Adam’s apple until I shuddered and moaned.

  “God, yes,” I groaned while he pushed me toward the bed and fumbled with my suit jacket, then the buttons on my shirt as he undressed me, the material falling to my elbows.

  “You’re such a good boy, Daniel,” Mr. Karenina said. His grimness had given way to a kind of lusty frenzy. He pulled the shirt off me and tossed it and the jacket to the chair beside the bed as if they cost nothing. He kissed me again and forced me back onto the soft mattress of his massive, wrought-iron bed. He straddled me, the two of us still in our trousers, the material of our pants rubbing between us as he held me down. “Let’s do what you like, what you want me to do,” he said in a breathy, savage little whisper only inches above my face. He rubbed at my growing erection through my trousers. “Let’s make that dream of yours a reality.”

  I blushed. “You mean what we discussed earlier?”

  “Yes.” Mr. Karenina undid my belt and then pulled the slacks and underwear off me. He tossed those too to the beside chair. Then he moved to sit on the edge of the bed and undid the cuffs of his shirt. I hesitated a moment, then crawled naked across the coverlet and laid across his lap, his erection pressed between my legs. I raised my ass for him. He bent forward and kissed the top of my head as his right hand moved in a slow, sensual arc down my naked back to my ass. He stroked and kneaded my buttocks, his fingers probing briefly into my crack and making me squirm. “This room is soundproofed, so you may scream if you like, Daniel,” he said. Then he slapped my ass hard, making me grunt in both pain and surprise.