“Crawl over here, doll. Yes, just like that, right between my legs.”
The little dolly’s lips traced over the inside of my thighs, and I shivered, widening them for her. “Are you wearing your special lipstick?”
She looked up at me, with those big blue eyes and a bubblegum pink mouth. “Yes, ma’am.” Her pupils were already huge, like black voids swallowing her mind.
I smiled, as I felt my cunt clench. The lipstick was my own design, a little pet project on the side at work. Mixed into the slick gloss was an extra shot of lip plumping ingredients, enough molly to melt the inside of her veins, and something to let it all break through the skin barrier.
Hell, there had to be some benefit to this organic chemistry degree I busted my ass for, you know?
I knew it was working from the blank, obedient look on her face.
Perfect.
“Do you remember the rules, Doll?”
Those glossy lips moved. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Tell me.” Really, I just wanted to watch the girl succumb to the drugs. It was so beautiful watching her fall under their spell.
She blinked, lazily, dragging her fingers lightly over my wet slit. “You don’t cum. Edges only.”
“Good girl.” My breath was ragged, just from that one touch. “And why… why edges only?” Already, my own thoughts were achingly disjointed.
A wide grin blossomed across her face. The girl really was stunning. “Because you don’t have permission.” And with that, she brought her soft pink tongue to my swollen clit.
I felt my eyelids flutter, as I took my first full breath of the day.
It felt so good. “Right.” The vowel was too elongated as I moved my hips so she could have better access. I could feel a whisper of the lipstick’s effects on my pussy, even delicate was she was being.
Her tongue was perfect, as always. She was the perfect fuck doll. Round and round in little circles, teasing my needy bud. I watched her muscles relax, her eyes get darker and darker until only a thin sliver of blue was left.
“Tell me,” I whispered, trying not to buck my hips — and failing. “Tell me what you are.”
Her breath was hot against my cunt. “Blank. Obedient. Fuck doll.” The words were deliciously monotone, even in her singsong voice. She pressed a wet kiss to my clit, wrenching a moan from my lips.
“More, please,” I begged.
“Good girls don’t cum.” Another kiss, sliding that slippery lipstick in between the folds of my pussy.
“I know.” I repeated the words, once, twice.
“Say it.” She licked across my clit again, and it felt like she had teased it to outrageous proportions.
I blinked, the light in the room suddenly too much. “Good girls don’t cum.” The words had a nice rhythm to them, like sweet, sticky music. I liked the way they felt in my mouth. “Good girls don’t cum.” My pussy pulsed.
“Mmm, right,” she said, continuing her wicked teasing. She might have gone on for hours or minutes, it was impossible to tell. “Why edges only?” Her voice was like syrup, and I wanted to eat it right out of her mouth. Her warm fingers spread my legs further, and she dragged her mouth the entire length of my cunt, from bottom to top.
“Because…” Everything felt huge, swollen.
My need was a tangible thing, something soft and slick that I was sure I could push my fingers through, if I tried. Down the rabbit hole where everything was too big, too much, and growing.
“Hmm?” She sucked her own finger, and I watched the trail of bubblegum pink gloss spread over her skin. “Because why?” She teased my opening with the tip of her glossed finger. Not enough for any real satisfaction, just enough to remind me what it would feel like to be filled.
Deliciously filled.
I moaned. Thoughts tumbled out of my head, and desire scraped along the inside of my bones. “Please,” I begged. “Please.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Because why?” She was smiling and her voice was lyrical, tickling my brain.
I giggled as I pumped my hips, eager for more of her touch. “Because… because I don’t have… permission.”
She slid her finger inside me, finding that special aching spot. As she stroked, caressed, tormented that spot, she laid her head against the side of my thigh.
Blank. Obedient. Fuck doll.
My vision swam.
“Who gives you permission to cum?” In and out, slowly. A beautiful, throbbing ache, dissolving any other thought.
I didn’t want to cum. Good girls don’t cum. Good girls just rub… and ache.
Her lips closed around my clit, sucking gently. “Who?” she asked.
“…You do, Doll.”
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