This was Dolly’s moment.
This was Dolly seducing me. After all of these years . . . she was coming for me.
As the next song began, Dolly dropped to her knees. Leaning forward, she flattened her palms on the stage surface. On all fours, and with a smirk on her lips, she moved toward me. I stayed completely still as she reached the edge of the stage. Close enough for me to touch her if I wanted. Close enough for me to reach up and force her mouth onto my lips . . . close enough for me to swipe my thimble across her throat and watch her blood drip as she danced.
As if reading my mind, Dolly tipped her head to the side, exposing the milky skin of her neck. Her hand tickled down her stomach and disappeared into her panties. Her eyes fluttered closed as she toyed with her clit. A deep red blush burst on her cheeks, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed in pleasure.
Licking my lips, hungry at the invitation, I shifted to the end of the seat. I lifted my hand and ran my thimble over her slender white neck and carefully pierced the skin. It took everything I had to sit back as the scarlet droplet descended over her paleness. Dolly moaned so loudly it rang out over the pounding music. Her hand lifted from her pussy, and her wet fingers rubbed over the blood on her neck, mixing the juices. My mouth watered, desperate for a taste. But I stayed still. Watched as she teased and brought me closer and closer to the edge of losing control.
She had no idea what would befall her if I did.
I could only be pushed so far . . . even by Dolly. Could I contain the darkness that always walked with me, beneath my skin, ever ready to be freed? The monster that they made me.
“Conditioning,” Henry said when I had asked him about it one night. The thoughts I had, the ones that only ever involved Dolly. “It is the way you gain the most pleasure.” He shrugged. “Typical with abuse cases.” He sat forward from the darkness of his corner of our cell. “She may be the same, when you find her. She may gain the most pleasure from the way you wish to deliver it.” Henry sighed. “You are both victims of circumstance, Rabbit. It does not make you wrong. Simply . . . different. It is known as edgeplay. Role-playing what in real life would be an unthinkable act. Between two consenting adults, who both gain gratification from the act. It is simply a form of sexual expression.”
“Taste.” Dolly’s voice sailed into my ear, dragging me from my thoughts. I stared at my girl, braced on the edge of the stage, her pussy’s wetness and throat’s blood waiting on her neck, offered like a feast for me to take. My lips parted in need.
“Taste,” Dolly said, sterner this time.
Placing her hand under my chin, she guided me forward. Her eyes never left mine as I approached. Her eyelids hooded as I snarled, and I wondered if Henry had been right. If she would be able to take it. If she would gain the utmost pleasure from me that way.
When she whimpered as I flicked out the tip of my tongue and swiped at the blood and juice, I thought maybe she would. Spurred on by that thought, I dove back in for more. Slamming my lips on her skin, I sucked hard, the intoxicating flavor of the blood cocktail bursting on my tongue. Then, losing the little control I had, I bit. I sank my teeth into her skin.
Dolly stiffened under me, then released a moan so loud that I almost came right there. Her hand slammed into my hair. Her nails raked over my scalp, ripping a snarl from my throat. She pushed me closer. I bit her harder. She screamed louder. Her nipples hardened further against my chest.
Then Dolly pushed me away. I fought. I overpowered her, pushing against her, refusing to go. But then she pushed back . . . and I fucking smiled wide. Her hands clawed at me, pushing me away.
I reared back, needing to look into her eyes. Needing to read her, to see if Henry was right. When I pulled back an inch, Dolly’s fierce gaze met mine. She shifted, then a hand came sailing across my face. My head snapped back, but I swung it back to see her. She was breathing heavily as my eyes dropped to the bite mark on her neck. I looked into her eyes again, and my heart thundered as I saw what was in them . . . need. Want.
Desperation.
In a second, Dolly had her arm around my neck, and she smashed her lips against mine. We were all teeth and tongues as we bit and lapped at each other’s mouths. The she pushed me backward. My elbows slipped from where they rested on the edge of the stage. The heel of Dolly’s boot was on my chest. She kicked out, warning me to get back on my seat. My lip curled into a smirk as I felt my blood spark from her challenge.