The Dollhouse Society Volume I: Evelyn (Includes Indecent Proposal, Dreams in Black & White, Playing House, Freeze Frame, plus a bonus story!) Read Online Free Page B
statement. If I said no, he’d stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I had never experienced anything like this before, even with Shawn. My ex-boyfriend’s blind pawing at my boobs during late-night TV-watching sessions simply didn’t count at all.
He’d finally gotten my skirt hiked up and bunched around my waist like a wreath. That left my legs and bottom cold in the almost sterile white room. The stockings didn’t shield me. The bikini underwear I wore didn’t help me at all. He disapproved of my undergarments. I could tell by the breathless, disgruntled mutterings he made. He said with annoyance, “Stockings with garters in the future, Evelyn. No panties. Panties are for children.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I would have said yes to damned near anything in that moment. I wondered where I would get garters. The internet, maybe? Did they sell such things on places like Amazon?
He slid my black pantyhose down over my hips. They were cheap hose, bought on sale at J. C. Penney’s where I got much of my business wear. I wondered if he could tell. You don’t make much money working the pool, and even though two years had passed since my graduation, I was still paying off student loans. The panties went next. He disapproved of them enough to pull them off me, bunch them up, and toss them into his wastepaper basket. I wondered what the night janitor who cleaned up after him would think.
I started shifting around, the glass desk cold against my bare bottom, but Mr. Sterling said, “Stop it, Evelyn. Be still, dove. I must know for certain.”
Know for certain what?
I was about to ask him when I got my answer up front and personal. He slid his big hot hand between my legs and scissored them apart. Oh Christ , I thought as panic seized me and made my heart trip almost all the way up into my throat like a little bird flying up a chimney flue. Is he actually going to check?
No one had ever touched me like this, not even Shawn. I didn’t even have an OB/GYN because I couldn’t bear the thought of being touched down there by a stranger, even a doctor. I started to protest then, to really say something, but Mr. Sterling leaned over me, his upper body pinning me soundly against the top of his desk, and held my legs wide open for his inspection. His hands were firm against my inner thighs but his touch was gentle on the outside of my exposed sex. He circled his fingers through the soft, dark fur there, then boldly parted my outer folds as if it was his right to do so, as if my body were his to play with. It was cold down there, against my inner labia, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It didn’t hurt. I was still fairly limber, despite the bit of extra weight I’d gained over the years. I’d spent years waiting tables while in college, and work like that keeps you flexible.
I threw my head back so I was staring up at the banks of lighted panels in the ceiling above the desk while Mr. Sterling’s hands worked at keeping me spread wide, all my tender pink parts exposed to his scrutiny. “Ah,” he said with enormous approval and pleasure. He sounded hoarse with desire. “You have a beautiful cunt, Evelyn. Healthy and pink and untouched. I think I shall enjoy exploring your little cunny.”
I shuddered in fear and anticipation. Suddenly I didn’t have the power or the strength to fight him anymore. I couldn’t even fight the desire within myself. His fingers danced over my sex, brushing the supersensitive nub of flesh there, then moved inward. “Ooohhh,” I said, mortified by the way my body immediately responded to his touch. I shuddered at the invasion. I couldn’t believe I was letting a stranger touch me like this, like I belonged to him, like I was some desperate animal in heat, no will of my own.
“If you want me to stop, Evelyn, just say the word and I’ll stop,” Mr. Sterling said. He sounded serious. “But you must tell me now. Soon I may not be able to control myself.” He leaned forward, covering my
He’d finally gotten my skirt hiked up and bunched around my waist like a wreath. That left my legs and bottom cold in the almost sterile white room. The stockings didn’t shield me. The bikini underwear I wore didn’t help me at all. He disapproved of my undergarments. I could tell by the breathless, disgruntled mutterings he made. He said with annoyance, “Stockings with garters in the future, Evelyn. No panties. Panties are for children.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I would have said yes to damned near anything in that moment. I wondered where I would get garters. The internet, maybe? Did they sell such things on places like Amazon?
He slid my black pantyhose down over my hips. They were cheap hose, bought on sale at J. C. Penney’s where I got much of my business wear. I wondered if he could tell. You don’t make much money working the pool, and even though two years had passed since my graduation, I was still paying off student loans. The panties went next. He disapproved of them enough to pull them off me, bunch them up, and toss them into his wastepaper basket. I wondered what the night janitor who cleaned up after him would think.
I started shifting around, the glass desk cold against my bare bottom, but Mr. Sterling said, “Stop it, Evelyn. Be still, dove. I must know for certain.”
Know for certain what?
I was about to ask him when I got my answer up front and personal. He slid his big hot hand between my legs and scissored them apart. Oh Christ , I thought as panic seized me and made my heart trip almost all the way up into my throat like a little bird flying up a chimney flue. Is he actually going to check?
No one had ever touched me like this, not even Shawn. I didn’t even have an OB/GYN because I couldn’t bear the thought of being touched down there by a stranger, even a doctor. I started to protest then, to really say something, but Mr. Sterling leaned over me, his upper body pinning me soundly against the top of his desk, and held my legs wide open for his inspection. His hands were firm against my inner thighs but his touch was gentle on the outside of my exposed sex. He circled his fingers through the soft, dark fur there, then boldly parted my outer folds as if it was his right to do so, as if my body were his to play with. It was cold down there, against my inner labia, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It didn’t hurt. I was still fairly limber, despite the bit of extra weight I’d gained over the years. I’d spent years waiting tables while in college, and work like that keeps you flexible.
I threw my head back so I was staring up at the banks of lighted panels in the ceiling above the desk while Mr. Sterling’s hands worked at keeping me spread wide, all my tender pink parts exposed to his scrutiny. “Ah,” he said with enormous approval and pleasure. He sounded hoarse with desire. “You have a beautiful cunt, Evelyn. Healthy and pink and untouched. I think I shall enjoy exploring your little cunny.”
I shuddered in fear and anticipation. Suddenly I didn’t have the power or the strength to fight him anymore. I couldn’t even fight the desire within myself. His fingers danced over my sex, brushing the supersensitive nub of flesh there, then moved inward. “Ooohhh,” I said, mortified by the way my body immediately responded to his touch. I shuddered at the invasion. I couldn’t believe I was letting a stranger touch me like this, like I belonged to him, like I was some desperate animal in heat, no will of my own.
“If you want me to stop, Evelyn, just say the word and I’ll stop,” Mr. Sterling said. He sounded serious. “But you must tell me now. Soon I may not be able to control myself.” He leaned forward, covering my
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