Seth’s Doll – A Kinky Married Couple Read Online KD Robichaux

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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Maybe that’s exactly what she wants from me. The degradation and the praise. The dark and filthy and the playful. The hot and cold side by side instead of one or the other.

The idea is exciting, something I’ve never consciously considered. It’s always been my deviant side or my goofy and loving side, never both at once. I probably would’ve thought it impossible, or at least super challenging. But tonight is proof enough it’s not hard at all. And I’m enjoying it thoroughly.

Instead of dancing for me, my little sub points to the lace at her hips, then down at the floor. Still smiling, I blink at the movement, then glance up at her beautiful face.

Her eyes are focused on the wall across the room behind me. When she repeats the movement—tap-tap on each hip with pink-painted pointer fingers, then those same fingers aiming at the ground in perfect sync with the music—I smirk, knowing exactly what I’m supposed to do if following her plan. Yet that darker part of me she purposely woke from hibernation refuses.

But not for long.

I enjoy watching her play out her role with robotic movements one last time before dutifully taking hold of her lacy thong. Just… instead of pulling them down her creamy legs, I fist them tight and suddenly snatch them from her body. Anticipating her jerk toward me, I grip her hips in both my big palms before she even moves an inch, the placement of my hands soothing the sting where the material tore free.

I lick my lips as I drag my eyes up from her bared pussy to her face, catching the sight of her bottom lip just as it pops free of her teeth.

Again, she shows incredible control of herself as she takes two steps back, out of my grasp and from between my legs, turns while keeping her head aligned with her body, then takes the three steps over to the padded table. The curves of her silhouette look extra sensual beneath the red bulb, and my nostrils flare as I watch her climb on top of the play table, then spin to lie down on her back. It’s not until her knees bend and rise at the exact same rate and the bottom of her shoes are flat on the table that I stand and saunter over to her.

I start at the side of the table, her body perpendicular like a buffet spread before me, and she keeps her eyes aimed at the ceiling even as I place my palm on her breast and squeeze. I lift a brow and start to move, dragging my hand down her stomach, letting it climb up the stretch of skin exposed of her thigh before reaching the elastic of her sock and across her bent knee, then down her shin as I make my way to the end of the table.

But as amazing as she’s been, portraying this character she was apparently born to play, I see my doll peeking through in this position, as her knees are clamped together, even as her feet are pressed into the table as wide as it allows.

And I don’t let her get away with it.

Now knowing she can tolerate and even enjoy a little degradation, I call her on her mistake. “What is this?” I ask with mock offense. “What kind of sex doll tries to hide the goods?” I take hold of her knees, gripping one in each hand, then jerk them apart. “Seems this birthday present forgot what she was made for.” Sliding my palms ever so slowly down the inside of her thighs, I tell her darkly, “The only thing she’s good for.”

As her muscles tense beneath my hands, I glance up at her face to make sure there’s nothing to indicate my words went too far, finding only arousal behind her now half-mast lids, so I continue.

“Come on, little doll. Open these silky thighs and show the user there’s no issue to fix,” I urge, and her muscles relax, allowing her legs to spread a little farther. “There you go. I’m sure my doll’s cunt is already dripping wet, ready to be done with these tests so she can show me what she can really do. Isn’t that right, my pretty little fuck toy?”

My eyes are on her pussy as I ask my crude question, my cock throbbing from speaking words I never imagined using during a scene with the sweet creature laid before me, who now resembles a pinned butterfly with pink wings. And I feel a surge of pre-cum release when I see her slit clench before releasing her own delectable juices, forcing a growl past my lips.

Wrapping my arms around her bent legs, I effortlessly yank her to the end of the padded table, a memory flashing through my mind and clouding my vision with the first time I ever tasted her. This exact position, but instead of in a playroom, we were at Doc’s beach house, and I feasted on her atop his kitchen counter.


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