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Chapter 24: You are a Toy!
Chapter 24: You are a Toy!
My head feels like it's stuffed with cotton candy. Blurry shapes swim in and out of focus as I blink heavily, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Where am I? What happened? What am I? ‘I think’th therefore I Amn’t.’ A giddy laugh bubbles up from my chest.
"Whoaaa... I'm so... floaty, Hehehe." I mumble, words slurring together.
As the fog in my brain starts to clear just a little, I realize I can't move my arms or legs. ‘I'm... tied to a chair?’ My heart races, but not with fear. Excitement floods through me as a long-held fantasy suddenly seems real.
"Oh my god, did I actually get kidnapped? Erica finally did it?" I wonder aloud, grinning dopily. "That's so cool..."
A door creaks open, and a figure steps into the dimly lit room. It’s Erica. But something's different. She's wearing a face mask that obscures most of her face, leaving only her piercing blue eyes visible and beautiful blonde hair.
Those eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes me shiver. Without a word, Erica strides towards me, her movements fluid and predatory. Before I can process what's happening, she's straddling my lap, her weight settling onto my bound body.
"E-Erica?" I stammer, equal parts thrilled and nervous. "What's going on?"
She doesn't answer. Out of my sight, she’s lifting her mask, still trying to hide herself from me. I feel soft lips press against my neck, trailing kisses along my skin. My breath hitches.
My mind was spinning as I let out a gasp, my head lolling back in ecstasy. "Whoa... this is really happening, right?" I couldn't believe the intense rush that was coursing through me despite my slower than usual uptake.
As Erica continues her silent attention, my drug-addled mind races. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Either way, I don't want it to stop.
"I can't believe you actually did it. I’m so happy, Erica, tanks" I murmur, a breathy laugh escaping me.
I feel Erica smile against my skin, and a warm, possessive feeling washes over me. This is exactly what I've always wanted. To be completely at her mercy, treasured, and trapped all at once.
Erica put her face mask back on properly, not letting me get a good look at her face. ‘Bless her heart for trying to make me think she’s someone else.’ She stares at me for a while. Ten seconds. Thirty seconds. I start to feel self-conscience, but more than that, even in my drug fucked brain, I just feel so thankful and in love with Erica for granting my twisted wishes.
“Ericaaaa.....” I slur out. “I love you.”
“Shhhhhhhhhhh,” She finally utters a sound. She takes out a blindfold. And wraps it around my eyes.
Plunged into darkness, I feel more vulnerable than ever. My other senses heighten, making every touch and every sound feel amplified. I strain my ears, trying to decipher any hint of Erica's movements.
Suddenly, I feel something brush against my cheek. It's soft and warm, like a feather. I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't help but feel a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I squirm in my chair, trying to pull against the restraints that bind me, but I'm helpless. Completely at Erica's mercy.
And then, I feel it, her lips on my neck. She kisses me softly, almost tenderly, before trailing her mouth down to my collarbone. Her warm breath sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but moan. I feel her smile against my skin, and I know she's reveling in my reaction.
Erica's mouth continues its path down my body, and I feel her fingers deftly unzip my pants. I suck in a breath as she frees my hard cock, and I feel her gasp slightly. ‘Awwww, she’s still surprised after so long. She almost sounds like it’s her first time seeing my hard dick.’Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com
“I love you, Erica.” The words escape me again, and as I do, Erica pauses. Almost like I could feel her wince a little in the air.
Next, she takes me into her mouth. I cry out, unable to contain myself, as I feel her tongue swirl around my sensitive tip. She gags slightly, which is unusual for her, but it only seems to spur her on. She starts to move her head up and down, her mouth sliding along my shaft. I can feel myself getting close, but just as I'm about to reach the edge, she stops.
I groan in frustration, my body begging for release. Erica chuckles darkly.
She doesn't say a word, her silence only amplifying the anticipation. I can hear her breathing and feel the warmth of her exhales on my sensitive skin. My heart races as she leans forward, her lips barely grazing the tip of my cock. It's maddening, the teasing, the anticipation. I beg her, “Please let me cum Erica.”
But Erica remains silent, her mouth continuing its torturous dance around my aching hardness. I can feel the frustration building inside me, the desperate need for release. And just when I think I can't take it anymore, she stops altogether, leaving me gasping for breath.
“Erica...” I moan
The room falls silent, save for the sound of our heavy breathing. I can feel my cock throbbing, pulsing with need. And then, without warning, Erica's mouth is on me again. She sucks gently at first, her tongue flicking against my sensitive tip. I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. I can feel myself getting closer, my body trembling with anticipation.
But just as I'm about to reach the edge, Erica pulls away once more. I groan in anger, my body aching for release. She doesn't speak, doesn't say a word. But I can feel her smile, and I can hear the amusement in her breathing. She's enjoying this, reveling in my torment.
"He's perfect," I murmur, more to myself than to Lyra. "So deliciously pure in his infatuation to be taken control of.”
Lyra shifts uncomfortably beside me, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her impeccably pressed butler's uniform. I can practically feel the anxiety radiating off her in waves.
"Miss Lindsey," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I hope we won't have to... dispose of this one. Like the other five before."
I turn to face her fully, noting the way she flinches under my gaze. Poor, sweet Lyra. Always so worried, so desperate to please. I reach out, cupping her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my eyes.
"Oh, Lyra," I purr, my thumb tracing the curve of her jawline. "You needn't worry about that. Jason is... special. Unlike any toy I've played with before."
I feel a smile spreading across my face, wide and predatory. Lyra's eyes widen in response, a mixture of relief and renewed fear flickering in their depths.
"He's not just a plaything," I continue, releasing Lyra's chin and turning back to the monitors. "He's a challenge. A delightful puzzle to be solved."
My fingers dance across the control panel, zooming in on Jason's face. Even in his drug-induced haze, there's a softness there, a vulnerability that makes my heart race with anticipation.
"We'll keep this one, Lyra," I declare, my voice filled with dark promise. "We just need to convince him that two lovers are better than one." I give Lyra a cold grin as I stare at her supple body.
Lyra's eyes dart nervously between me and the monitor, her delicate hands wringing together. "Miss Lindsey," she begins, her voice quavering, "I was... I was wondering if perhaps... I didn't have to... you know... with this one?" She swallows hard, her face flushing. "Maybe I could... sit this one out?"
I turn to her slowly, my gaze sharp and cold. "Oh, Lyra," I purr, my voice dripping with false sweetness, "we're far past the point of no return, my dear." I step closer, invading her personal space, watching as she shrinks back slightly. "You're my co-conspirator now, no matter what. There's no backing out."
Lyra's shoulders slump in defeat, a soft sigh escaping her lips. But I notice something else flickering in her eyes, a spark of excitement poorly concealed beneath her anxious exterior. It's delicious to witness.
‘She loves to fuck the boys. She just always feels so guilty afterward. Poor tragic Lyra, with a better master, perhaps she could have led a normal life.’ I chuckle in my head.
"Now," I continue, my voice low and commanding, "I want you to go taste the merchandise and then knock him out." I run a finger along her jawline, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. "Consider it a little reward for your loyalty."
Lyra's eyes widen, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in their depths. She nods slowly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Y-yes, Miss Lindsey," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Lyra walks away, I feel a thrill of anticipation course through me. I watch her petite form disappear around the corner, imagining the delicious scene that will soon unfold.
"Lyra," I call out, my voice echoing in the empty hallway. She pauses, turning back to me with those wide, anxious eyes. "For tomorrow, plan on joining me. We're only going to use the ED injection before he wakes up, so he can't deny us even if he wants to."
I see the conflict play out across her delicate features, the nervousness, the guilt, but also that unmistakable hunger. It's like watching a storm gather on the horizon, dark clouds swirling with barely contained energy. Her fingers twitch at her sides, and I can almost hear her heart racing from here.
"Yes, Miss Lindsey," she responds, her voice breathy and trembling. But beneath the anxiety, I detect a note of excitement, a quiver of anticipation that sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Lyra takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as if steeling herself for what's to come. "After I finish up and clean him, I'll prepare everything for tomorrow."
I smile, slow and predatory. "Good girl," I purr, watching with satisfaction as a blush creeps up her neck at my praise.
As Lyra disappears into Jason's room, I lean against the wall, closing my eyes and letting my imagination run wild. I picture Lyra's small hands roaming over Jason's unconscious form, her touch hesitant at first, then growing bolder as her desire overtakes her guilt. I imagine her lips, soft and pink, trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his chest...
A low chuckle escapes me. Poor, sweet Lyra. She is always so torn between her sense of justice and her own dark desires. It's part of what makes her so delightfully useful and entertaining.
My mind drifts to tomorrow's plans. The thought of Jason, hard and wanting, unable to resist as Lyra and I have our way with him... it's intoxicating. I can already feel the heat pooling in my belly, my body humming with anticipation.
“Thank god, no more Blonde wig and Blue contacts for tomorrow. I cannot wait to see his face when I take his blindfold off.”
My grin widens to the size of the meteor that killed off most of the dinosaurs.
“How can he deny us when so much of what we’re going to do to him will be ripped directly from his own diary.” I laugh as my work is finally paying off.