"Thank you, Dex," Pandora mutters now.
I feel the need to establish my dominance then, so I reach over to her and pull her onto my lap. She lets out a shocked little gasp that makes my dick twitch in my chinos. She straddles me, one leg on either side, her mouth dangerously close to mine.
"You're nothing like her," I mutter.
"Like who?" she whispers. "Lily Anna?"
I don't answer, instead allowing my fingers to sneak around her throat, holding her gently, but firmly in place.
"I thought I hated you because of that at first," I finally get out through gritted teeth. "Turns out, it's exactly what I needed. A little toy to hurt and torture and fuck all I want."
She flushes and tries to cover it up by turning away, but I don't let her, forcing her to look back at me. Her eyes are wide and scared and it makes me hard as fuck.
"Where am I going to sleep tonight?" she finally asks, and I smirk, lifting her from my lap. She giggles when I set her back down on the floor.
"Come with me," I suggest. "I'll show you."
She follows me up the stairs. My shoulders tense when we go past the hallway leading to Lily Anna's room, but surprisingly, my captive is quiet today, not making a single sound. I lead Pandora past the guest bedrooms to the master bedroom. A large four-poster mahogany bed stands in the center of the room.
"Isn't this your room?" Pandora wonders out loud as I lead her in.
"Our room," I correct her. "Of course, you'll be sleeping right here..." I tap the bench in front of the bed. "Unless you earn your place next to me."
"You're such a prick."
"And you love it."
"That's what I have you believe."
"Sure," I chuckle. "You're such a cute toy."
She seems to like this, though she does her best not to let it show. I close the door behind us and turn the key before pocketing it. Pandora looks frail and nervous next to my bed in her pristine jade green dress.
"Take it off." I motion to the dress, then point to her strappy wedges. "All of it. I want to inspect my property."
"I'm not-"
"Save it, toy," I growl. "Off. Now."
She regards me with cool hatred before starting to painfully slowly untie the bows resting on her shoulders. I watch the dress slide off with a cold expression firmly in place on my face. She steps out of the dress. There's no bra on beneath it, but she is wearing a pink cotton thong, and she takes that off too before untying her shoes. Finally, she stands before me completely naked, arms defensively crossed in front of her body.
"Lower your arms." She shakes her head no. "You want me to do it for you?" She looks at me with contempt. Rolls her eyes. Then finally puts her arms down. "Good toy."
"Don't call me that," she mumbles.
"Why not? You fucking love it." I motion to the bed. "Get on all fours. Ass toward me."
She flushes but obeys, probably having realized she has no choice in the matter. I stand behind her, placing a firm hand on the small of her back.
"Arch it, Pandora. I want a proper position. Your back arched. Ass up, face down."
I can feel the heat coming off her body, the desire to defy me, but she's smart enough not to. Instead, she lays her face down on the pillow, her cheek resting against the silk and her eyes tightly shut.
"Now let's see..." I tap my palm on her ass, making her flinch. "Which hole should I inspect first?"
"P-Please."
"Please what, toy?"
"Please don't... humiliate me."
"Why not?" I smirk. "It gets you so fucking wet... and I like that so very much."
She doesn't respond, just closes her eyes even tighter, I move to stand behind her, fingertips touching her puffy pussy lips, outlining the shape of her cunt. "Look at you, Pandora. Such a tight little pussy... They didn't even stretch you out properly like I do."
She whimpers and I take it as an invitation. Sliding my fingers into her wetness, I swipe them over her walls, filling her, forcing her apart so I can fit all four fingers in. This makes her cry out, but she thrusts her ass out at me the same time, which must be a good sign.
When I can tell she's getting desperate because her thighs are all sticky and wet, I remove my fingers, now lubed with her juices, and press them to the sensitive skin above her cunt.
"No, Dex," she cries out.
"You don't want it?" I circle my fingertips around her ass. "You don't like this. Tell me to stop."
She whimpers. She doesn't have it in her to stop me, not when she's loving this so much. She doesn't say a word as I push the tip of my finger inside her tightest hole. Her knees threaten to buckle but she forces herself not to react. I laugh out loud at her predicament. Pandora is so fucking stubborn. She'll deny being turned on by me until the bitter end, even when her pussy's squirting for me and her ass is desperate to have me stretch it.
"Cat got your tongue, toy?" I wonder out loud. "Thought you hated this..."
"Don't," she whimpers, and I force my finger in deeper, making her moan.
"Don't what, Pandora?"
"Don't... don't..." She swallows in an attempt to save herself, but it doesn't help, and the truth slips from her lips before she can stop herself. "Don't stop, Dex, please don't stop..."
"Good girl." I pull my finger out of her with a pop and she yelps before moaning again. "One hole left. Get on your knees."
She obeys frantically. Already so eager to do as I please, to give me everything I want. At least this toy puts up a little fight once in a while. It turns me the fuck on when she does.
"Open wide." She does. "Stick your tongue out." She does.
I grab her tongue and she protests as I hold her like that so she can't close her mouth.
"Let's try something new," I muse. "I want to see how well you handle instructions. I want you to hold your mouth open like this until I say it's enough. Can you do that for me?"
She doesn't reply because she can't, but her eyes shoot daggers at me, making me chuckle.
"Alright, toy. How about a reward if you do as you're told?" This makes those pretty eyes sparkle. "You get one orgasm per five minutes of keeping your mouth open."
She mumbles something, blushing when it comes out muffled, but I understand her perfectly.
"Yes, you'll get to come with me. Now stay like this." I let go of her and take a step back to admire her. "That's right, toy. Put your palms on your thighs. Drip for me."
She lets out a moan and a drops of spit drips from her tongue to her hands. She gives me a horrified look and I smirk at her.
"Forgot that would happen? I didn't... and I'm going to enjoy looking at you being a dripping, wet little mess for me. I know you love it too, toy... Not that you can admit it right now." I pull out my cock with one hand and twirl her hair around my finger with the other. "Such a pretty toy. Perfect for abusing... That's what you want, isn't it, Pandora? You just want to be abused."
Her eyes may look at me with hate, but the blush in her cheeks doesn't lie, and neither does the fact that her mouth is still open. I start stroking my cock painfully slowly, gliding along the shaft.
"Fuck, you look so good like that. I could stare at you for hours." She drips more, the drool sliding down her chest. "Such a good girl."
I keep her like that, admiring her as I massage my cock from the tip to the base. I groan at the sight of her, at the idea of filling her up again with my seed. My cock twitches at the thought, and it gets even harder as I watch a lone, silent tear slide down Pandora's cheek. A sign that I'm winning. A sign that she's mine.
"Look at my cock," I instruct her, and her eyes become glued to my engorged dick. There's precome bubbling on the tip. Am I imagining it or is Pandora dripping even more now? "You like that, toy? I bet you do."
I take a step closer until my cock is right under her mouth. Pandora cries out, making spit dribble down her chin and down to my cock. I moan, massaging my shaft with her juices and burying my other hand in her hair.
"Look how wet
you're making it, you little slut... I love it when you let me treat you like nothing but a slut. You do too, right?" My voice is gentle, almost sweet, and I'm surprised when she responds readily, nodding with eagerness I hadn't expected. "Good toy... You want to know how long it's been?"
She nods again and I look at the watch on my wrist, smirking.
"Guess, toy." She holds up all ten fingers and I laugh out loud. "Try three minutes..."
She cries out with frustration. She's a mess. Her tits are covered in spit, and there's an endless stream dribbling down her chin onto her decolletage. I've never been more turned on. Fighting the desire to fill her mouth, I sigh.
"I'll let you off the hook... We can stop now, toy, and you can still have an orgasm. Just one, though. Okay?"
Her wide eyes stare back, contemplating my offer before finally nodding.
"Good toy. Close your mouth."
She does, whimpering as she's finally allowed to swallow again. I take her hands in mine, placing them on her drenched skin.
"Get it all over yourself," I order her. "I want to fuck those pretty tits tonight."
"B-But," she stutters. "I want you in my..."
"I said you'd come," I reply with a vicious smirk. "I didn't say how."
She pouts, but I pay it no mind, instead watching her lube her tits with her own spit.
"Reach down between your legs, too," I suggest.
"What?"
"You want to please me, don't you?" Her eyes burn, but she nods anyway. "Good toy. Then get those tits as wet as possible for me."
She reaches between her legs, and I smirk when I see the insides of her thighs glistening with her juices. She smears it all over herself. A real live sex doll, one that doesn't know the word no.
I make her kneel at the edge of the bed and start to fuck her pretty tits. She moans every time my cock slides between them, and I allow her a single lick every time I thrust. She's a moaning mess in seconds, my name a dying wish on her lips.
"You love this, don't you?" I ask. "You love being treated like an object."
"Please, Dex..."
"Please fucking what? How many times do I have to remind you?"
"Please, I..." She chews her bottom lip. "I want to get fucked..."
"You are getting fucked."
"Not like this!" she cries out, suddenly turning around on the bed until her pussy's right in front of me. I groan, not wanting to be distracted by the temptation of her dripping cunt, but unsure how anyone's supposed to resist the tight little hole she's taunting me with now. "Fuck me in my pussy, Dex... I want you in my pussy, I want you to come inside me..."
I run a hand through my hair. She's playing the game alright, and she keeps trying to take reins away. But I'll be damned if I let her.
"I give you that," I tell her, gathering her hair into my fist. "You can kiss that orgasm goodbye. Got it?"
"But I... but..."
"What?"
"I don't know if I can... hold it," she whispers. "Not with you inside me."
"No?" I tease her entrance with my tip, making her mewl out loud. "You'll just have to try extra had for me, won't you, toy?"
She whimpers again but I ignore it, sliding my cock into her with surprising ease. She lets out a guttural moan as my tip kisses a wall inside her. I don't thrust - I'm not trying to hurt her, just remind her who calls the shots here.
"Remember," I remind her cruelly. "There will be no orgasms for you."
"W-What about you?" Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you going to come?"
"Yes," I reply instantly, mentally reprimanding myself for letting that slip. But goddamn, I don't know anyone who would've been able to resist her. There's something so fucking irresistible about Pandora Oakes, I firmly believe she could have any man she wanted. The problem is, she's too fucking independent for her own good. She says she doesn't want anyone, but her pussy always manages to convince me that's a lie. "Feel me stretching you, Pandora? Try squeezing for me. Like you're milking me with that sweet little cunt. Go on, do it."
She moans, but follows my instructions, just like she always does. Her pussy muscles contract around my hard shaft and it takes everything in me not to bust in her right then and there.
"Holy fuck, toy," I breathe out with some trouble. "Fucking ride it now. I want you to do all the work like a good toy should, let me watch you fucking ride."
She whimpers, shyly bouncing her ass on me.
"That's it," I rasp. "Fucking harder, toy. Get that cock. Get what you need. Ride me. Milk me. Take it."
With every word that falls from my lips, she pushes down harder. My cock is fucking dripping with precome and Pandora's moaning at an unstoppable speed now, so very eager to be filled it makes me want to deny her for longer. I wish I could bottle up that sweet desperation, but now that she's officially my property, there's no need. I can have it whenever I want... and I don't see myself getting sick of it.
Ever.
"Such a good slut," I mutter in her ear. I keep her hair in my hand, twisted around my palm, and tug her head back so she's forced to look at me while arching her back. "Like that, fuck, yes, toy. Keep riding. Keep looking at me. Be a good toy for Sir."
She arches her back and keeps her eyes trained on mine as her pussy pumps around my cock and she eagerly awaits her prize.
"I know you can't resist me, Dex," she mutters.
"Sir," I hiss.
"Does it matter? All that matters is I'm the only one you're fucking these days..." She smirks, so deliciously evil. "You can't help yourself, Sir. You're fucking addicted..."
I growl and grab her by the throat with my other hand, beginning to drive into her deep and fast. She starts moaning, then whispering my name, then moaning for me to let her come. Her eyes are starting to roll back and she looks utterly helpless as I continue my assault on her willing body.
"Don't you dare come," I hiss in her ear. "Because I'll punish you so hard if you do..."
"Please!" The words is a broken whisper on her lips, making me drive into her even harder. "Let me, Dex, let me..."
"No. Fucking. Way." I punctuate each word with a thrust and Pandora screams, the sound the only push I need. I come inside her, flooding her warm pussy with my sticky juice and pulling out in time to spurt some onto her ass as well. I keep coming, spreading my fingers in the warm wetness and forcing them inside her ass. "You were such a good girl, toy... That tight little asshole deserves some too, don't you think?"
She cries in frustration. The sound is so fucking hot I could go again then and there, but I force myself to put my dick back in my pants, but not before ordering her to stay in her position. I grab my phone and snap some photos of her, making her turn to me with an enraged expression.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Making memories," I mutter, getting one with her come-covered ass and outraged, flushed face in the same shot. "You look pretty, don't worry."
"Fuck you." She gets up, grabbing her dress off the floor and covering herself up. "Get me a towel."
I laugh, motioning to her dress. "Wipe it with that, then put it back on. I want you smelling like me."
She looks horrified, but when she realizes I'm not about to help her out of her predicament, she finally does as she's told.
"Good toy." I kiss her on the lips then, gentle and sweet, like she deserves after that torture. "Looks like you earned your spot next to me tonight... As for tomorrow, I'll just have to think of a new way to torture you. You know what the best part is about that?"
I take a step forward, making her back up against the wall and caging her body beneath mine. Pandora lifts her eyes to mine expectantly, but I stop just inches away from her lips, taunting her with my answer.
"You can never run again..."
14
Pandora
That night, Dexter and I lie in bed together. I'm tempted to move closer. Maybe put my head on his chest. But his body language is closed-off, and he seems de
ep in thought. I flip through the pages of the book he picked out for me, my heart beating nervously with each page I turn.
"I wanted to show you something." The words slip from my lips before I can stop myself. Fuck. I'd hoped I would've been able to keep the secret for longer, but I need to talk to him, can't stand the silence, need his attention with such eagerness and desperation it thoroughly embarrasses me. Dex turns to face me, and I pull out my most prized possession from the handbag I've left on the nightstand.
Dex's eyes widen at the sight, and he asks, "Is that what I think it is?"
"It's a diary." I open the front page where the owner's name is proudly displayed in my predecessor's pretty handwriting. "Lily Anna's diary."
"I always knew she kept one," Dex mutters. "But I never found it after she... Can I see?"
Something fiercely protective takes over then, and I snap it shut, shaking my head.
"You know I could just take it from you, right?"
"But you won't," I say firmly. "Minnie gave it to me, not you, for a reason. And it has a lot of dirt on everyone, Dex... Like, a lot. There's stuff in here that could ruin some of the people of Eden Falls."
"What does it say about me?"
"Are you really so self-involved that's your first thought?" I can't help but laugh. "Weirdly, you're not in it. I think she ripped your page out."
"No," Dex mutters. "I did."
I watch, fascinated, as he gets up and picks up a book from the bookshelf in his room. He flips it open and reveals a page that perfectly matches the ones in the diary I'm holding. Dex hesitates, as if he isn't sure whether or not to show me the page. It makes me wonder just how damning the words are.
"Show me," I say lamely, and he ponders my words, then, surprisingly, offers me the page.
I take it.
The paper is covered from top to bottom, both sides scribbled on furiously. A drawing of a boy takes up most of the page. I didn't know Lily Anna was an artist, but it shows talent, and my fingertips glide over the pen lines, Dexter's name on top, a cigarette dangling from his full lips on the page.
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