The Dollhouse Society Volume I: Evelyn (Includes Indecent Proposal, Dreams in Black & White, Playing House, Freeze Frame, plus a bonus story!) (17 page)

I
knew we had scant min
utes
before
we were
discovered
. I knew it was almost
too late
. Yet I didn’t care.
I knew that servic
ing my gentleman’s needs was my most important function right now.

H
e rubbed himself against my seeping opening,
then slammed himself inside of me
. I struggled to try and
adjust to the enormous fullness of him, but he didn’t give me time. He immediately started fucking me hard against the
brick
wall, each well-timed thrust
lif
ting me up off my feet briefly before
pushing my back up the roughness of the bricks and making
me cry out.
He held my gaze.
He fucked me
like the courtesan I was
so
I thought I should cry out at the pain and suddenness of it all, but he knew my body. He knew how to go right to the end of me and pull back before he really hurt me. He
thrust, then
wi
thdrew, then thrust again, sharper, faster than before
, each shuddering impact making me grunt and
clutch compulsively at my binds
and cry out for him. I fought and thrashed, but in my present
situation,
all I could do was
endure
the enormous power
of his cock slamming into my cunt over and over.

Finally, he thrust one last
time,
inclined his head
, and bit my shoulder
. I immediately stiffened at
the fierceness of the bite. A
ll the fight
went out of my body
.
He groaned with satisfaction
. He knew the moment his teeth went i
nto me I would stop fighting
.
All I could do was make
helpless
mewling noise and
wrap
my legs around his waist as he
held
me again
st the wall
and shuddered and
came
deep
inside me
, jerking and twitching
. M
y cunt immediately responded by tightening
down
around him, milking hi
m of every last drop
. H
e
p
ut his h
ands
up on the wall to both
sides of
me and adjusted his weight
so he was holding me against the wall
with just the front of his body
. H
e
didn’t immediately pull out. He loved filling me and
then
forcing me to
hold
him
deep inside my body for
as long as possible
.

He kissed me, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth. He licked my lipstick off my lips
, the deep red Cherry Jubilee I had applied
, a color he had created just for me.

“Please, sir,” I said in between kisses. The scarf was starting to cut into my wrists. “We can’t stay like this.”

“I love the feel of you
, Evelyn,” he told me, his voice soft and hoarse and hot
against my lips.
He was
in that reverie again, where nothing in the world existed except for his love and lust for me
.
“I love mating with you, knowing
I’ve filled you.
That you’re mine. That we will always be together.
I love imagining we’ve begun a new life between us.
”

The ushers threw the doors open in the gallery an
d our guest began filing in
. I
deliberately looked away from them
. I looked only at him
, at Mr. Sterling
. I wondered what we must look like to everyone—Ian Sterling
sexing his bound wife against a
brick
wall while
our
collective wetness slowly trickled
down my legs.

“Ian…” I began softly.

“Hush
, my dove,”
he said
.
It took me a moment to realize I could feel the terrible fullness of him growing in
side me
once more.
It was beginning all over again…

“Ian, no…” I began
,
but he’
d
already anchored himself
against t
he wall w
ith me impaled upon his
greatly engorged cock
, and there was nowhere for me to go
.
There was no way for me to fight him.
He began moving again, slowly at first, little thrusts inside
me that gradually built
and built
toward those
immensely
powerful
impacts I knew him for. In no time at all he was fucking
me shamelessly
against the bricks again, in plain sight of everyone in the gallery, making me grunt and scream
and clutch madly at my binds
. H
e groaned
against my throat
as he rutted with me, burying himself deep inside all my soreness and wet heat
. And then,
finally
, he
came
inside me a second time.
Finally, he was done.

He pulled out of me and kis
sed me, touching my face with his
fingertips, murmuring his sweetly perverse
promises
to me even as his seed spilled down the
legs. I tried to avoid looking at
the terrible scene of all those society people gathered around us,
watching us. These were
people I cou
ld never look in the eye again
.

B
ut Ian took my chin and brought my face around so I was looking at him and only
him. “Only we matter, my dove,” he said. “You and me and our children.
”
He stepped back
, leaving me
bound and
thoroughly
ravished,
and
hanging
in clear sight of everyone in the room.

I recognized Devon immediately, and Malcolm
beside him
,
holding hands, their wedding rings touching. I recognized
the other gentleman and their courtesans from the Dollhouse. They watched me with great
, nodding
approval. They were huge fans of Ian Sterling’s creative endeavors. “I don’t understand,” I said, sounding hoarse even to myself. “Where are the others?”

Ian smiled as he fixed my hair and dress so I was more openly on display to everyone. “Ah, well, that showing is an hour, my dove.
This
showing is for Dollhouse members only.
And
you
are my great art.
”
He grinned at me wolfishly
.

And left me hanging there for the next hour.

About the Author

Eden Myles lives in the rural northeast with her family and two demanding cats. She is a former temp just like Evie Christopoulos, but never had the adventures Evie had with Mr. Sterling, much to her chagrin.
To see all of her titles, visit
http://courtesanpress.wordpress.com
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