Sick Fux - Page 85

I snarled loudly, Dolly’s eyes snapping open at the sound. Then she let go, her knickers sliding back in place.

I glared at her, my cock desperate to be released, but then she climbed up the pole, spinning so her back was facing me. Her hands slid down the pole. My eyes remained glued to the long socks covering her slim legs. My gaze moved north until it reached her milky thighs. Dolly flicked her hair and slowly looked back toward me. My attention snapped to her face. To her eyes as they smiled, knowingly. My hand dropped to my crotch and I righted the rock-hard cock in my pants.

A loud, victorious giggle burst from Dolly’s throat. She spun, facing me, spine resting against the metal pole. Her wide smile dropped as her gaze landed on me. Her pupils dilated, and she circled her lips with her tongue. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, tits pushing against her tight corset.

“Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit . . .” Her face changed in an instant. Gone was the innocent Dolly I knew. In her place was Dolly the whore. Dolly the pole dancer, thrusting her hips forward to the beat.

Dolly the woman, not the innocent little girl I grew up with.

With this version of Dolly, I was pretty sure we weren’t in Wonderland anymore.

Pushing off the pole, Dolly walked forward two steps, and then stopped. She lifted the ribbons on her corset. Looking up at me with hooded eyes, she began unthreading them, her hips rolling around and around in time with the heavy bass filling the room. My jaw clenched as the tight corset began to part. The scalding blood in my veins rushed south. Inch by inch, my cock grew so hard that I growled at the ache induced by Dolly’s seductive act.

My lips rolled over my teeth when the ribbon fell to the floor at Dolly’s heeled ankle boots. “Oops!” Doe-eyed, she covered her mouth with her hand. She looked down at the ribbon and then back up. A slow grin pulled on her lips, and her hand fell away. She walked forward again, and her slim fingers pulled the corset apart.

I groaned, the sound masked by the music as her tits were bared—a perfect handful, as if they’d been devil-designed solely for me. She rocked on her feet, hips swinging from side to side as her corset slipped slowly to her waist.

Dolly’s eyes closed as if she were overcome by the savage rhythm of the song. She ran her hands up her sides, over her bare skin. My focus stayed glued on her as her hands climbed and climbed until they cupped her tits. Her head rolled back, lips parting as she flicked her thumbs over her hard nipples.

I gripped my cane-head tighter. I tested the metal under my palm as I struggled to keep a leash on my need for my girl. In my mind, I threw the cane to the side and marched to the stage. In my mind, I took hold of her throat and slammed her back against the pole. I ducked my head and licked my way over her damp skin to her nipples, where I sucked one into my mouth. Dolly would fight against me, but I would hold her in place. Controlling her, making it impossible for her to do anything but submit to me.

Her lord, her king.

My hand would fall lower, pushing up the skirt of her dress and ripping off her panties. Her pussy would be slick and wet, and my fingers would slip inside. Dolly would scream as I held my hand on her throat, then moved it to her hair. I’d wrap the strands around it—three times—and I’d make her lock eyes with me. And I’d take from her. I’d take all her moans and screams and swallow them down deep. I’d snap open my pants and, lifting her thigh up, with the leverage of the pole, slam inside her. I’d make her scream louder and louder into my ear as I held her in place, a flush rising to her face. And she’d come. She’d come, shaking in my grasp as I refused to let her move. As I took every ounce of her pleasure until she couldn’t stand on her own.

Then I’d fill her with my cum. I’d fill her so deep that I’d feel it against my thighs. “My Dolly . . .” I’d whisper in her ear as she panted into mine. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

My eyes blinked away the fantasy and refocused on the stage. Dolly’s hands were on the waist of her dress. Thumbs hooking into the blue material, she pushed it down over her stomach, her hips, and then finally, her thighs. Dolly bit her lip as the material fell to the floor, leaving her in her frilly panties and thigh-high socks. I pushed the heel of my hand over my dick, trying to tame it for now. I forced my muscles to remain seated.

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