~The Doll~

~Part 3~

Something about the coals beneath the flames of the fire that invited his gaze. The orange red glow seemed to have a life of its own, breathing in and out. The sword on the mantle, was forged from such coals. Steel folded many times, pounded, crafted by ancient wisdom from such fires.
He sipped his drink.


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She felt a gloved hand on her left buttock, a gentle touch. The fingers lightly caressed her then the palm engulfed the roundness of it. The gentle squeeze caused her to arch, sending her behind to him slightly. He could see her breathing was paced as her ribs were expanding & retracting deep. Yes, he had her attention, the gloved hand moved slowly to her left hip stopping momentarily observing the little woman at his disposal, he squeezed her hip slightly then stepped to the side of the bed. She turned her head, keeping it down careful to stay in the position, she looked up at him as he retrieved a tube from out of the suit coat pocket.

"Lube, its lube."

Her mind began racing with apprehension, she knows what lube means. Hiroko did not mention this, she would have words with him later, this will definitely cost him more than what they originally agreed upon. Though her mind continued active, her body remained still, observing the man apply the gel to the gloved hand.

His eyes remained fixed steady on hers as he applied a generous amount of gel from the tube to the gloved hand. His gaze watching her reactions closely, her long gone playfulness told him much. Returning the tube to the pocket then holding the gloved hand to his eyes as he rubbed the thumb and fingers together enjoying the lubrication, while not looking at her, he slowly uttered.

"Touch your clitoris for me."

She obeyed by moving a hand slowly under her belly to the petals between her legs, finding the bud.

"Yes Sir..." She spoke softly

The breathing quickened slightly as she slowly manipulated herself. He stepped closer to the bed pausing to admire the tattoo on the small of her back before covering it with the unlubricated hand, evoking yet another slight reaction.

"Good girl"

Was what he whispered in a low voice as she continued her instructions obediently. Wet, she was getting so wet, she was no longer in control, fear swept through her in a momentary wave then it was gone as the heat began to build. The tip of the lubricated digit entered her sphincter to the first knuckle causing her to gasp aloud, sending another wave through her body. Not one of fear, but of warmth and fulfillment. Her mouth gaped open in another wave, this third one was one of pure exhalation. He felt the contraction through the latexed finger.

"Not yet..."

The whimper was involuntary.