Dollhouse

G E N E S I S Mr. Bunny and Mrs. Teddy have joined me today for tea. I fill their tea cups with imaginary tea. I gently place the teapot down on the center of the table with my small hands. I hear my bedroom door open. “¡Papí!” I exclaim with excitement as I see my father at my door. “Hey, baby doll!” He catches and lifts me up in his arms. He gives me a big kiss on my cheek. “Daddy, I’m having tea with Mr. Bunny and Mrs. Teddy. Would you like to join?” I ask him. Daddy usually joins me. “Not today, doll,” he says. “Oh,” I say, sadly. I feel myself deflate emotionally. “Got a new doll I’ve got to fix,” he says, smiling. At that moment, I forget I was ever upset. I’m suddenly intrigued to meet this new doll in Daddy’s Dollhouse. I feel my eyes brighten. I see them and my wide grin in daddy’s eyes. “Really, daddy?” I ask too excitedly. “Yes, doll,” dad grins. “Can I see her? Daddy, please?” “Not yet,” he replies. “I need to dress her up appropriately and do her makeup so she’s beautiful enough to be played with. Just like Lucy over there,” Dad points at my porcelain doll, Lucy, sitting on my bed. Lucy is blonde and has blue eyes. She’s got to the cutest flapper dress with fringes on the hem. She’s got jewels on her hair. She’s beautiful. Daddy says she looks like a blonde version of myself. “Okay,” I nod, showing my approval. “Just like Lucy.” Daddy puts me down. I run to my bed to get Lucy and then back to him. I hand Daddy my doll. I always give him the dolls he tells me he’ll make for me. Inspiration, I suppose. Daddy brings me a larger version of my favorite dolls. "Will you let me play with her?" I ask before he makes a move to leave. "Of course, baby," He replies. "You can always play with them once they're ready." "Okay," I giggle. "Is Mamí home yet?" "No," he replies. "She'll come later." I run back to my tea table with Mr. Bunny and Mrs. Teddy. Daddy leaves me to play. Mommy never came home. Baby brother cried throughout the night. Daddy hired a nanny the next day. A nanny that he married and gave me a step-sister. I push the memory away as I strut my way down the hallway, catching the glances of the males. I cannot be distracted. I catch the jealous glares of the women hooked to their arms. I don’t give them a second thought. I push my platinum blonde hair behind my ears, as I reach the bar. I keep my eyes on my target. I take the seat next to him. I’ve been watching him all night. It’s taken me a long time to figure out how I want to get his attention. I hope I’ll be able to do so tonight. I contemplated my outfit all day long for this moment. I decided on a thigh-high satin dress with a sweetheart neckline. It shows off my cleavage enough to catch the attention of anyone. To top it off I choose a pair of thigh-high high heeled boots. “What can I get for you tonight, Genny?” Miguel, the bartender asks me. “I’ll get a martini tonight,” I smile at him. I see his eyes roam from my eyes to my red-covered lips to my cleavage. It only proves my outfit will be perfect for the man beside me. Miguel smiles. I smirk at him once he realizes I can see exactly what he’s doing. “Coming up,” Miguel replies. Miguel takes his attention to the man. “Anything else for you, sir?” he asks him. “Whiskey on the rocks,” the man growls. I bite my lips to stop the moan threatening to surface. ”Of course,” Miguel busies himself with our drinks. I look anywhere but the man beside me. I’ve got my legs crossed, semi-exposing my left thigh beyond the dress skirt. I should’ve worn something shorter. “Here you go, beautiful,” Miguel places the Martini with two olives in front of me. “Thank you, Miguel,” I say. I stand from the seat as Miguel comes back. “Your drink, sir,” Miguel places the whiskey in front of the man. I turn to walk away with my drink from the bar when I hear him. I start moving off the chair to see what he’ll do. “Leaving so soon, Genesis?” I smile. Perfect timing, Matthew Taylor. I hid my smile before turning to him. “Mr. Taylor, I didn’t realize you were sitting right beside me,” I smile innocently. “I’m sure you must have recognized my voice when I ordered my drink,” he replies. “Plus, you’ve known me since you were fourteen.” I see a gleam of mischief in his eyes. He’s up to something. “Yes, I do know you since then,” I replied. “Yes,” he gets up from his chair. “If I remember correctly that was five years ago. That makes you nineteen. The legal age to drink is twenty-one in the United States.” Shoot. He takes my drink from my hand. I open my mouth to protest. I’m in shock. I didn’t know he’d do quick math. “It wasn’t for me,” I say, for whatever reason hoping he’d believe it. I get nervous around him. I needed that. “Sure, it wasn’t,” he replies. “The way Miguel asked you what you wanted to drink tonight tells me otherwise.” “It’s for Alba,” I say. “Alba isn’t here tonight. She knows the rules as she is a chair member of this club; no minors are allowed to get liquor at the bar,” Matthew replies. “Lies aren’t going to get you out of this situation, little girl. Perhaps I shall call your father, Valentina.” I want to roll my eyes. My father? My father would pretend to scold me in front of you, babe. The use of my middle was what really threw me into a loop. My father only calls me that name. I don’t use it; that name belongs to my dead sister. “Please, don’t call my father, Mr. Taylor,” I fake beg. “I snuck out of the house. He doesn’t know I’m out here.” Another lie. Of course, he does. He's the one who sends me here. To snoop around. He narrows his eyes as he watches me for a few seconds. “That also reminds me that you’re not allowed to be on this floor of Monarch. This is the Manor, which is reserved for eighteen-year-olds or older who have a membership.” “I’m nineteen and I do have a membership,” I throw back at him. “You forget that I’m Daddy’s little girl, figuratively and literally.” He knows I’m talking about him and my father. I’m my father’s only daughter. Most girls wouldn’t understand what kind of father he is. Yes, he raised me with all his love after my mother died. But, he is undeniably a bad man. Many times, I had hoped to wake up away from the House of Horrors. Unfortunately, I grew up in that world. My safe place is amongst the monsters. I blend into the sea of criminals. On the opposite side is Matthew. He’s the ray of sunshine I’ve craved for so long. I know for a fact, Matthew’s into kink. He simply likes to be called Daddy. I would be blessed to be his little girl every night I spend with him. Matthew has become my safe place away from home. He takes my mind away from the bedroom I’m confined into, decorated with too much pink and stuffed toys. Toys I no longer play with as a child should. But my father is always with me, one way or another. The Monarch Nightclub and Monarch Manor are his hunting grounds. No one can escape his claws.  “I have the right to be on this floor like everyone else on this floor. Unlike the seventeen-year-old that’s currently gagged on that table behind me,” I continue with my smart-mouthing. Matthew looks behind me, where he in-fact sees the gagged girl on the table being eaten out by multiple men. Matthew looks furious. He motions for Nano, the security guard. He tells him to take care of it and make sure the girl is safely in a cab, heading home. I smirk as I look at Matthew. “Follow me,” he grunts. He leaves the Martini on the bar along with his glass, I follow his footsteps back through the hallway I walked-in from. “There are many things you can do in my club as an eighteen-year-old. Drinking alcohol isn’t one of them. I hope I’ve made myself clear on that point.” “Yes... Sir,” I feel myself blush in embarrassment. “Why don’t you enlighten me on what I can do in this fine s*x club of yours, Mr. Taylor?” I know what I can and can’t do in this place. There’s signs on all doors. I want him to show me his masterpiece. I want to see the pride in his eyes, on his face, and hear it in his voice as he shows me what he’s worked so hard to bring to life.  “Perhaps, I should,” he smirks. He offers me his hand. I gladly take it. The muffled sound of my heels rings out in the transition of rug and wood floors. Amy Winehouse's Back to Black murmurs above through the speakers. We walk down the hallway where room four stands at the end of the hall. Matthew opens the door. There’s a four-poster bed with red silk sheets. Matthew leads me into the room. He lets go of my hand. He sits down on the couch. I stop a foot before the couch.  Matthew pats on his leg, motioning for me to sit there. I feel my body shake as I force myself to move. I finally managed to sit on his lap. I can’t bring myself to look at him. He brings his hand under my chin. He makes me look at him. He looks into my eyes for a long time before he speaks. “You've been here every night for the past four months," he states. "You've never let anyone touch you. Why me?" I don’t move. I feel paralyzed, just like my father’s dolls. I don’t make a peep. I lower my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed, Genesis,” Mateo says. “I’m not here to embarrass you. I want to know why you would offer to take part of this.” I look back up at him. I'm no longer afraid. I know the answer to this. “There you are, Princess,” Matthew smiles. I look at his brown eyes before looking at his pink lips. I lick my lips. I feel myself grow wetter between my legs. It should be impossible. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says. I look at his eyes again. I whisper, “Like what?” “Like you’d like to kiss me,” he replies. “I do want to kiss you,” I confirm. "You're all I think about. I've dreamt about for so long. Please let me have it." He looks at me, searching in my eyes for confirmation. I want him to give in to my desire. I want him to sin with me. It’s the very thing I’ve wanted ever since I was fourteen - when I first saw him in my father’s office. His lips hover over mine before he gives into temptation.