The Dollhouse Society: Isabelle (New Adult BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free

over the check, and for the first time, I didn’t mind a man touching me. In fact, a kind of electricity seemed to arc over my skin at his touch.
    He crossed his arms over his impressive chest and narrowed his eyes. “I only have two requests, Belle. Don’t alter your weight in any way, and please don’t wear that godawful cardigan again. If you do that, we’ll give you another check at the end of this month. Please say yes, Belle.”
    ***
    I was in the college library, cramming for a killer business math exam, when Stefan dropped his backpack by my table and sat down. “So…hot or hot?”
    “What?” I said, looking up , startled.
    He rolled his eyes. “Dr. Michaels. Is he hot or is he hot?”
    “Which one do you mean?”
    Stefan scratched at his shadow. “Excuse me?”
    I held up two fingers. “There’s two Dr. Michaels. Twins.”
    “You’re shitting me.”
    “I shit you not. Dr. Dorian and Dr. Damian. Dr. Damian’s an anesthesiologist, which is probably why you don’t remember him during your surgery. And get this…he was the front man of Suicide Kings back before they folded! They opened for Mudvayne a few years ago, didn’t they?”
    “Yeah.” Stefan slapped his forehead. “You mean I’ve been fantasying about one absolutely perfect gay guy when there’s actually two perfect gay guys?”
    “I’m not sure about the gay part,” I told him frankly.  “I mean, they didn’t have an aura of gayness about them or anything.”
    Stefan quirked his eyebrow . “Aura? You do know not all gay guys act like Ru Paul, right?”
    I grinned at my best friend. “Yeah, but let’s just say they did not exactly ping my gaydar.”
    “They pinged mine.”
    “B ut you’re attracted to straight guys, so that means your gaydar’s all broken, my friend.”
    We bickered back and forth a bit before I spilled all about my very unusual interview at their mansion the day before.
    “They didn’t ask for references, a resume, nothing. They just hired me on the spot,” I said.
    Stefan gave me a dubious look. “Because they like your boobs? I mean…seriously?”
    “Apparently. They said I’m the Holy Grail of boobs.”
    A girl passing us by threw a strange look over her shoulder at me and I laughed. It sounded odd, even to me.
    But Stefan wasn’t laughing. He did touch my hand, very lightly. “I hope these guys are straight with you. I really hope I didn’t get you into something weird—two weird guys with a boob fetish or whatever.”
    I thought about that. I supposed it did sound weird, but something about the Mich aels brothers had put me at ease almost at once—after I’d gotten over the confusion of there being two of them. I couldn’t explain it; it was just something in my gut that told me I didn’t have to be afraid of them. I boldly put my other hand over his. “I’ll be fine, Stef. I promise. If anything weird happens, they’ll be eating my dust.”
    He didn’t look entirely convinced, but he did force a smile. Reaching down into his backpack, he pulled out a flier. “I saw this on the community board and thought of you.”
    It was some kind of announcement for a meeting. The Survivor’s Club, it read. Oh no, it was a support group for men and women who were survivors of rape and sexual assault. They were meeting for the first time later tonight. I smiled at Stefan. “Don’t be silly. Why would I need this?”
    “Iz zy Pop,” Stefan said in a serious tone of voice, “please consider going. Just drop in and see what they have to say. It’s totally private. And maybe it’ll help you a little.”
    “Nothing’s totally private,” I said, sounding angry even to myself. “And I’m fine. I don’t need help . I’m not a victim!”
    “You’re right, Iz. You’re not. You’re a survivor. But you should still talk to someone.”
    “Leave me alone!” I shouted at him, and the librarian finally looked up from the front desk and offered me a frown.
    “Is there a problem?” she asked