Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
A rebirth. A new and improved Seven just for you, doll.
I’m so close to her I can hear Twyla’s gulp, and I feel my cock come to life.
Without making her wait a second longer, I press my knuckles against the left side of the slit, which makes enough room for my fingers to then slide beneath the right, and slowly, I open my most precious gift as a Dom.
I hold my breath, the light from overhead spilling in, giving me my first look at the beautiful woman inside as I open the other flap. And for the second time tonight, I’m speechless.
Gone is my wife, the girl other people always describe as pretty and cute on most days, and lovely when she’s here at Club Alias. In her place stands a version of her I’ve never imagined. The fact that I’ve never felt the urge to imagine her as anything but her authentic self is besides the point, because I don’t think I could’ve pictured the woman before me even if I had.
And all woman, she is, even dressed as a sinful schoolgirl who would be sent straight to the headmaster’s office for every dress-code violation in the handbook. On top of all that, she holds perfectly still except for the movement of her breasts as she breathes and her throat as she swallows nervously. Her eyes are focused on my chest, which would be directly straight ahead if she were at her normal height, but in these shoes that are straight out of an anime nerd’s wet dream, it means her gaze is lowered.
My good little sub.
Her painted-red lips I’m already considering how to smear are slightly parted, but I can see her jaw is tightly clenched to keep her features from moving, and I’m impressed as hell by her commitment to this role she’s playing. She’s not normally one who can allow herself to dramatically portray some character, too worried she’ll look silly or isn’t doing it right. The only time none of that seems to enter her mind is when she’s playing pretend with our daughter.
But right now, I’ve been staring at her for quite some time, and she’s only blinked once, purposefully, a slow blink that made her cosmetically enhanced lashes appear just like a doll’s would as she kept that faraway look in her eyes.
My cock hardens further.
Trailing my gaze downward, I see she’s holding an index card, the thick paper slightly trembling between her fingers, and instead of my usual compulsion to soothe her nerves, I allow myself to latch on to that dark pleasure I always felt before I met my wife. The power one feels knowing your presence alone, the anticipation of what you might do next, without ever having touched them, makes them have an outward physical reaction.
I have to reach down and adjust my cock inside my boxer briefs, worried it might break through the fucking metal zipper of my jeans I’m so hard. And when I glance up at my doll’s face, the pink she added to her cheeks this morning with a brush has spread but through her blood vessels.
There’s my girl.
I lift my hand and use the side of my knuckle to gently caress her cheek, her lashes fluttering before she catches herself. “It even blushes? Wow. How lucky am I? That’s always been my favorite feature of my own doll,” I say, letting that hang in the air for a moment so she can absorb it fully. She hates that she has no control over her sensitive nervous system, but my God, I’ve always gotten off on it. “I never have to wonder if she’s hiding something inside her. I can always tell just by that pretty blush she can’t control.”
I lean in like I’m telling her a secret, when I whisper, “You see, she seems to believe it’s all me, that I’m just that good at reading anyone’s microreactions. And while I’m admittedly pretty damn talented when it comes to that, it’s actually her that makes it easy for me.” I lean even closer, inhaling deeply as I run the tip of my nose from her collarbone to her ear, making her shiver. “If it weren’t for my doll’s involuntary responses, I wouldn’t be nearly as good at overwhelming her with pleasure.”
My tongue slips out to toy with just her huggy-hoop-impaled earlobe, and I hear her small whimper just before I feel a sharp jab against my abs. I grin but hide it before pulling back and looking down, seeing she’s holding the card out toward me, her finger still pointed after poking me, and when I lift my eyes to hers, they’re back to the faraway stare.
Again, I’m so fucking impressed with her refusal to break character.
“Oh, what’s this?” I ask like I hadn’t noticed the index card before. I take it, once more pulling my glasses from my collar, and read the first note.