Be a Doll(21)

My cock was rock hard and my whole body burned from the insane need to take her and make her scream my name, to strip her of her temper until there was only a vixen in bed left. Even my fingertips tingled with the urge to touch her and explore her sinful curves that begged any man close by to touch and revel in.

Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex since I had met Lila, or she truly was irresistible, but the fact remained; the lust I felt for her was unprecedented and the way she didn’t try to hide her temper while remaining a well-educated woman made me all the more eager to sink into her.

I didn’t expect that lust to last beyond that one time with her, or maybe a handful more if the sex was really good, but the end result would be the same as usual. I got easily bored with women and even the ring on her finger and my name attached to hers wouldn’t change that.

“You said I underestimate you, but you underestimate me too. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go to my room.’’ Her small chin jutted as cold determination seemed to chase away her anger. She was fighting for control and it looked like she had plenty, something I only wanted to take away from her all the more.

She made to walk past me, but I stopped her with a well-placed smirk that she didn’t miss.

“Our room, you mean. You didn’t think I’d book a suite with two bedrooms I hope.’’

“There’s only one bedroom,’’ she said with a voice that belayed how stunned she was by the news.

“My dear wife, we’re newlyweds.’’ I kept my eyes on hers and I was pleased when she didn’t try and look away. If anything, her eyes kept me there, enthralled and momentarily blindsided when I saw the sadness peeking briefly. I didn’t let that destabilize me and powered on. “We’re supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. We’re supposed to tear each other’s clothes off.’’ I leaned closer to her face until our lips were a breath away and it made my cock twitch again when her breathing hitched. “I’m supposed to make you scream again and again all night long, Lila.’’

“Do you really think this is supposed to have an effect on me?’’ she retorted in a sassy tone, trying like hell to be cold and distant, but that mask had huge cracks. At seeing these cracks, I wanted her even more, if only to show her who truly was in control here, but playing with her was too tempting and I knew very well that she was stubborn enough to deny herself and me too.

“Oh, but it does, Lila.’’ I let my eyes fall to her chest before I locked eyes with her again. “For instance, your pupils are dilated, you’re breathing faster and your cheeks are a little bit more pink than earlier.’’

“It has nothing to do with lust.’’

“Even the fact that you’re fidgeting right now, probably trying to press your thighs together?’’ She narrowed her eyes on me and froze. God, she gave me a thrill like no other. My smirk widened and it only made her sneer at me. “Years of abstinence will make you beg me to get you off and I’ll love every sinful minute of it.’’

“Get ready to wait a really long time, Mathis.’’

My name coming from her mouth had me so hard I was probably leaking pre-cum in my underwear and that contrast between the proper and chic exterior of my wife in her wedding dress and me in my perfectly tailored three piece suit with the naughty part underneath of me hard as a rock and ready to take my wife, and so without a doubt in my mind, her wet in her panties, had me almost mad with lust.

I had never been as barely hanging onto my control before with a woman, maybe because all the women I had a brief fling or a one-night stand with weren’t fighting their desire for me and there weren’t any kind of games at stake contrary to what Lila and I had going. And these women weren’t my wife.

“We’ll see, Lila. We’ll see.’’





LILA


My arms and shoulders ached. That’s what happened when you didn’t want to ask your husband to unbutton your wedding dress and you had to twist in weird angles to get the work done on your own.

I sighed and kept on staring at my wedding dress now safely covered and hanging behind the bathroom door. Now wearing pajama pants and a tank top, both made of a fine brown silk that shimmered under the light in the bathroom, I considered how long I could extend my stay in the luxurious bathroom before I had to join my husband in the bedroom on the other side of that door.

Mathis Grimes scared me.

It wasn’t because I thought he’d physically hurt me or that he would be mean just for the sake of it, but I hated the game he played with me and it frightened me how easily he could have the upper hand on me. Earlier he proved to me that he could have me, my body betrayed me with just an invasion of personal space and a few well placed words along with that wicked smirk of his.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that even if I wanted to pretend that the lack of sex in the past four years wasn’t important, the truth was as any other red blooded woman, I missed sex. I missed the fact that sex could make everything else fade away for a brief moment, that my body could burn so hot that the sheer pleasure could bring a smile to my face when nothing else made me want to smile.

At the Manor, missing sex wasn’t a problem. I had always been with other women and the few men I had been in contact with had been a few tutors and none of them were at all attractive. The few parties hosted at the Manor had been tests for us, the dolls, and during these tests sex had never been on my mind. The only time I had to think of sex was when we had to use some toys in our respective rooms for our sexual enlightenment as our tutor, Ms. Harlington, said. That was a sordid affair to me as playing with sex toys was homework and not for pleasure. Apparently, even if we weren’t expected to lock down our husband so he wouldn’t stray, we were expected to be good lovers.