Dollhouse

F O U R

G E N E S I S

Do not fücking sleep with Matthew Taylor, I repeat in my head everyday. I've successfully dodged Matthew in every turn. I satisfy customers at the Manor with private dances. I perform on stage. Rayna Perez put me on edge. Matthew failed to mention he had a girlfriend. I think it was partly my fault for not digging deeper into his life. He still should have said something. Was I a home wrecker now?

"I want the main stage," I announce to Brady, who's in charge of the stage, who's enjoying a glass of Vodka.

"You want the stage?" he asks through a thick Russian accent.

"Yes, Brady," I confirm.

He takes another drink of the vodka. "Fine, but I want you to do the innocent act first."

He leaves no room to argue before he shoos me away. Of course, he wants that dance. It's been his favorite since I arrived. He tells me he'll let Thomas know.

"Okay," I bite out.

I head to the dressing room to prepare for my show. I grab the short soft doll blue dress from the rack. I decide against wearing a bra but I do wear a lace thong. I apply a red lip gloss to my lips. I retouch the makeup I already had on. I put on the red-hair wig with the curled pigtails. My whole outfit takes me down a memory lane I don't want.

I'm introduced quickly and the music for my act begins. I reach my spot on the stage and grip the metal pole. I sway to the sensual doll music, beginning with the innocent act. No one makes a sound. Everyone's captivated with me. I begin to have my own reaction. My desires dance on their own. The music changes, I make eye contact with a few of the men in the crowd. I unhook the dress, letting it fall on the floor. I swing my hips. I dance for them.

I barely notice the money that lands on the stage. I go to one side of the stage where the men place bills into my tap pants. When they start being handsy, I move along to the opposite side of the stage. I get down on my knees. My eyes land on the man I immediately recognize. This one's for you, love. His eyes are ferocious but holds so much lust as he looks at me.

I get up on my feet, in efforts to get away. I move back to the pole and do a spin. I suck on my lip and bite until I taste the metallic taste of my own blood. The music comes to an end. I collect the bills on the stage before I head off. I look behind me to give Matthew one last look. He's tense in his chair. I blow a kiss to my audience.

~ ♡ ~

When I'm in the dressing room - changing out of the wig - when Thomas walks in. He's not wearing a mask tonight.

"You're being requested in room four," he announces.

"Let me guess. A certain dark-haired man who gives us bi-weekly checks?" I ask, irritated. Who else would it be?

"You would be correct. He seems very fond of you, Genesis," Thomas says.

"Let's hope not," I reply.

"He's the boss. Don't screw it up just because you're jealous," he says.

Mierda. Why did I tell Thomas about that? We had grown close over the past week. Were we there though? I roll my eyes at him. He smirks. Thomas leaves me to change. I let my hair fall as I take out the bobby-pins holding it together. I change into my red robe. I change my heels to black ones. I leave the dressing room to find out my fate in room four.

"Mr. Taylor, how lovely to see you again," I sneer, letting him know I'm not happy.

Matthew's lip quirks up. He loosens his tie and brings it off his neck. He places it on the couch. He takes a step forward; I take one back. We continue that game until my back presses up against the door. Matthew cages me in around his arms. He never touches me. I feel my body react to his closeness.

"What do you want?" I whisper.

"I want you, Genesis," he says, his accent present.

I look at him. "We can't do this. You can't have me. You already have Rayna. What will she think if she finds out what you're doing here? That you're screwing your new employee?"

"She doesn't need to know," he replies. "She doesn't even know I own this club."

It's freaking right next door to the magazine building. How the hell does she not know? Matthew distracts my thinking. He touches my neck, travels up to my face until he's touching my lips with his thumb.

"You aren't like her," he confesses, pressing his thumb into my mouth.

I roll my tongue around the digit and suck. He removes his thumb. He lifts me up in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist. He sits himself on the bed, across the room. I straddle his lap. I feel his hardening member between us. I wrap my arms around him and press down on the hard ridge. Friction sends waves of pleasure bringing me closer to my release. I barely register the hand on my butt until I'm lifted just enough where we no longer meet.

"No," I whine, wiggling. I feel so denied. I slide my arms under his in effort to push myself down on his clothing-covered length. I just need to get there. Everything I've been saying to myself this week flies out the window.

"I want to feel you come around me," his words halt my actions.

Matthew wraps his arm beneath my leg, bypassing the fabric of my robe. He inserts two fingers into my wet s*x from behind.

"Oh, God!" I cry out, jolting.

I ride his fingers, tossing my head back. It feels exquisite. I feel him suck on my neck. He sucks, licks, bites on repeat. It only adds to the sensations I already feel.

"You're so wet," he rasps against my skin. "My hand is soaked."

I pulsate around his fingers. His fingers continue to pump in and out of me. I cry out, dropping my head onto his shoulder. I open my mouth and bite down on his covered shoulder. I clench around him, bringing me closer to the edge. I press my body against his stomach seeking friction – anything.

"Please," I beg.

"I want you," he says against my lips. "Tell me I’ll always have you and I'll let you orgasm."

"Okay," I rasp. I continue to try to get the pleasure I need.

"Genesis," he reprimands. When I don't give him what he wants, he removes his fingers.

"No!" I cry out in frustration.

"That won't do, little girl," he flips me so I'm on my back on the bed. He pins my arms above my head. His body looms above mine. I wiggle, trying to reach him. One of his hands goes between my legs, I wait for the touch that never comes.

"Tell. Me. I’ll. Have. You." he presses - a word between each light touch against my cl*t.

"Please," I beg. I squirm, needing him to give me more.

"That's not what I want to hear. Tell me," he growls.

I bite my lip, keeping a declaration that will change everything. I gasp when I feel a finger slide inside me.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

"Say it, Genesis," he demands once again.

I clench around him. He groans. He pulls back and thrusts another finger in me. every part of me comes alive again. I focus on the thrusts of his fingers. Closing my eyes, I drop my head down on the mattress, my orgasm overrides all my thoughts.

"I'm yours," I cry out, raising my hips towards him. "Always."

I'm surprised when my wrists are freed, and the heat of his body disappears. I open my eyes, I find Matthew staring down at me. I half-expect him to tell me he wants me early at work tomorrow and walk out like last time. That thought is thrown out the window when he begins to undress. The feelings in the room shift. I squirm, once again, when he's completely naked before me. The air around us becomes thick. I can barely breathe. He walks over to a dresser, opens a drawer, and pulls something out. When he turns around to face me again, I see what it is. He gives me a wicked smile. I start to crawl away from him when he catches me by an ankle. With a tug, I'm yanked back to my previous spot on the bed, he releases my ankle and spreads my thighs open.

"You’ll have me," he growls. His voice is raw, leaving no space for arguments. "Your body only receives mine."

"Yes," I confirm. He buckles the straps of the spreader bar around my ankles. I gasp when he spreads the bar further out. My legs are lifted up. I feel how sensitive my c**t is by feeling the cold air that hits me. He presses his body against me.

"I'm yours," he says.

I stay quiet, not sure how to reply to his confession. My jaw is seized in his large hand. He squeezes until my eyes meet his.

"I'm yours," he repeats.

"Yes," I whisper, giving him the answer I'm sure he wants. It sends a wave of satisfaction through me.

"Good," he says, the warmth of his breath against me causes my n*****s to harden. My c**t throbs.

He backs away, bending my legs down. I grip onto the bar to keep my legs from moving. This is the first time I’d been strapped to one but I knew how it worked. If I moved my legs it would spread further. His c0ck hovers at my entrance. I moan softly. He slips between my wet lips. I fight the desire to move, to have control. His nostrils flare. His eyes are wild with frustration. He jerks against me; his grip on my thighs tighten.

"Bloody hell, Genesis!" he growls. All my sensations send me into override. I jerk against him.

"Yes, that's it," he growls in approval.

It never crossed my mind that I'd want his approval right now, but I do. I want it. I circle my hips against him. I moan as every one of my nerve endings explode. I can't hold myself together. He groans. The sound of our skin slapping together, our heavy breathing, and the smell of s*x fills the room. I grip the back of his neck with one hand to bring me close to him. I lean in to him. I lick his mouth before taking his bottom lip between my teeth. The grip on my thighs tighten again. He increases his pace.

I release his lip when I scream my orgasm. With the coppery taste on my tongue, I drop my head back and ride out the most earth-shaking orgasm of my life. Spots fill my eyelids and a long moan tears through my mouth. He slips out of me. He unbuckles the spreader bar, dropping it to the floor. He comes back to me. He maneuvers us so, I’m straddling his lap. I take him in hands, bringing him inside me.

"Yes," I claw at his back.

I press my breast against his mouth as I raise above him. He opens his mouth, sucking on my hard n****e between his lips. He moves his hands to my hips, but I bring them up to cup my breasts. I grind down on his length. He takes my other n****e in his mouth. Having my arms wrapped around his neck and head, I hold his face to my chest as I f*ck him hard and fast, my thighs burn but the ache in my clít is driving me mad.

I release my hold on his head and collar his throat with my hand. He allows me to use my hold on him to push him back against the board. The look of satisfaction, pride, and hunger on his eyes cause me to falter. He takes my hips into his hands again, making sure I find my rhythm again. I moan loudly as I c*m once again.

He groans as he releases his seed within me. He rolls us on our sides. His length slides out. I feel his c*m drip out of me. Matthew entwines our legs, his length rests on the inside of my thigh. Running his hand along my thigh, he slips his c*m back inside me. Matthew kissed me. Then he cuddled me. I've never been cuddled before.

It felt good. Alien but good.