I nod. “Deal.”
I pull nearly all the way out, then sink back in, slow, savoring every inch.
“A doll isn’t weak,” I murmur. “It’s dangerous. Beautiful. It holds the memory of every break and doesn’t let anyone see where it cracked.”
I watch as my c**k disappears into her again, glistening with everything she’s already given me. My restraint snaps, and I step back, releasing her.
She slumps slightly, wrists still bound, but glares at me like I’ve betrayed her.
“Are you serious?” she hisses. “You finally get me to agree and then you just stop?”
I smirk as I walk across the room. “Club rules. Last time I broke one, I'm going to get hell for it.”
I reach into the drawer and grab the box watching as her eyes narrow.
“What the f**k are you doing?”
I don’t answer. I open the lid, take out
