I Was the Adult Store's New Human Doll novel · Chapter 2 of 12
Chapter 2: All Night Long
Maximo set his phone facedown on the nightstand.
"Six and a half hours," he said.
"Six and a half hours."
"No bolt cutters, no code, no one coming."
"Yeah, no one."
He looked at his hands, then at me, stretched out on the satin, my shorts tangled in my stockings and my wrists extended.
"So now I know what we're going to do with all that time," he said.
His voice had changed.
It was still deep and calm, but there was something underneath it, something dark and firm that gave me goose bumps.
"Tell me what."
"Today, you're the adult store's new doll."
"And you?"
"I'm the only customer."
I laughed nervously.
"Dolls don't talk," he said. "They don't move. They just let things happen."
"And what if I move?"
"Then I'll stop touching you until you hold still."
My thighs squeezed together on their own.
"Deal," I whispered.
He got out of bed, stood at the foot of the mattress, and took off my sandals, one at a time.
Then he pulled my shorts all the way down, along with my white stockings, so slowly it made me tremble.
He let them drop to the floor.
His hands traveled up my body, palms open.
He pushed my tank top up to my armpits, leaving my breasts bare beneath the pink neon.
Maximo stared at them.
"You have no idea," he murmured.
"Tell me."
"Dolls don't ask."
I shut my mouth and bit my lip, and he smiled.
He reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it.
He did it slowly, without taking his eyes off me.
When his shirt hit the floor, I lost my breath.
His chest was broad and covered in dark hair, threaded with a few gray strands, and his arms looked like they’d been hauling cement bags for twenty years.
A scar ran across his ribs.
He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and underwear down in one go.
His cock sprang free, thick, long, veiny, hard.
I stared at it with my mouth hanging open.
"Oh, mama," slipped out of me.
"Dolls don't talk."
"Sorry."
"But I like it."
He climbed onto the bed on his knees and positioned himself over my chest, bracing one hand against the headboard.
His cock hovered in front of my face, hot, just inches from my lips.
"Open your mouth, doll."
I opened it.
He slid it in slowly, halfway, and groaned with his head thrown back.
I couldn't use my hands.
I could only use my mouth, my tongue, my throat.
I sucked him eagerly, with all the hunger that had built up over two years of watching from the window.
He held my chin with one hand and started moving, slow and deep.
"What a mouth," he growled. "Such a sweet mouth."
I kept going.
He filled me until my eyes watered, and despite that—or because of it—my pussy burned with need.
"Stop," he said suddenly. "Stop or I'll come right here."
He pulled out, a string of saliva hanging from his cock.
He moved back over my body and kissed my mouth, tasting himself.
His hands traveled down my tits, my belly, my hips.
"I'm going to fuck my doll," he said against my lips.
"Yes."
"Tell me you want it."
"Dolls don't talk."
He let out a deep, happy laugh and kissed me again.
"You're impossible."
"Fuck me, Maximo."
That did it.
He spread my legs with both hands and settled between them.
The pink neon painted his shoulders.
His cock brushed my entrance, wet and swollen.
He looked me in the eyes.
He entered slowly.
First the head, stretching me open and drawing a gasp from me.
Then a little more, and a little more, until I felt him all the way inside.
He was enormous.
He filled me completely, every last inch, and with my hands tied, I couldn't grab hold of him to brace myself.
I could only take him.
And I did.
"God," he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. "So tight. So hot."
He held still, feeling me.
Then he started moving.
One long thrust, a pause. Another, a pause.
Each time he pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in to the hilt, rubbing me inside in a way that drove me wild.
"Look," he told me.
I lifted my eyes.
In the ceiling mirror, I could see us both: his broad back, my legs spread, his ass tightening with every thrust.
It was the most obscene and beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"Look at yourself," he said. "Look what you're doing."
"Maximo..."
"Good doll."
Those two words hit me right in the gut.
I came just like that, without touching myself, my eyes fixed on the mirror as I screamed his name.
My pussy clenched around his cock in long spasms, and he groaned and held still until I was done.
"Again," he said.
"I can't."
"Dolls can't. Dolls let things happen."
He thrust into me harder.
The bed moved, the headboard banged against the wall, and the padded cuffs jingled against the bars.
My tits bounced with every thrust.
He grabbed my hips and lifted me a little, changing the angle.
He went even deeper.
I came again almost immediately, with a muffled cry.
"That's it," he panted. "That's it."
He let go of my hips and pulled out, leaving me empty and desperate.
"Turn over," he said.
"How? I'm tied up."
"The cuffs rotate."
He was right. The padded rings were attached to a bar that rotated on its own axis, so the display dolls could change poses.
With his help, I turned around, awkwardly, face down, my arms crossed over my head and my face pressed against the satin.
Maximo lifted my hips with both hands until I was on my knees.
My ass was raised toward him, open, exposed.
I heard him spit into his hand and stroke himself.
He entered me from behind in one hard thrust.
I screamed into the mattress.
The position made everything deeper, harder.
His hands gripped my hips with a strength that would leave marks.
He drove into me with a fast, brutal rhythm.
The skin of his pelvis slapped against mine, like applause.
“Maximo, Maximo...”
“Tell me.”
“More.”
“Dolls don’t ask.”
“Please!”
He laughed and gave me a sharp slap on the ass.
I screamed.
“That’s it,” he panted. “That’s how I like it.”
He slapped me again, and again, until my skin burned.
The pain and pleasure blended into one.
My body, the body my ex had called cold, was burning like an oven.
He grabbed my hair with one hand, lifted my head, and spoke into my ear.
“Look at yourself in the mirror.”
I looked.
I saw myself on my knees, his fist in my hair, my eyes shining and my mouth open.
Behind me was a huge man, taking me without mercy.
“You’re perfect,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
My eyes filled with tears.
I came for the third time, with a scream that left my throat raw.
He came with me.
He sank in all the way, clenched his teeth, and spilled inside me, hot and plentiful, with a growl that shook his whole body.
We stayed like that, panting.
He tenderly released my hair, stroked my back, and kissed me between the shoulder blades.
He helped me turn over again, onto my back, and lay down beside me.
He was covered in sweat.
He wiped my face with the sheet and kissed my eyelids.
“How much time do we have left?” I asked.
He looked at the clock.
“Four hours.”
“Then we have time for another round,” I said.
He laughed.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Two years, Maximo.”
“Two years,” he repeated, and kissed me on the mouth.
We did it again, but this time differently.
Maximo sat against the headboard, his back against the bars and his legs stretched out.
He lifted me by the waist, the rings crossed behind his neck as if I were embracing him, and lowered me onto his cock, facing him.
My knees sank into the satin on either side of his hips.
This time, I was the one setting the pace, as much as the rings allowed.
I rose and fell slowly, squeezing him, looking into his eyes.
He stroked my back, my sides, my breasts as they brushed his mouth.
He licked them one by one and bit my nipples.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “You’re so good.”
“Tell me again.”
“You’re good. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in three years.”
I broke.
I came with my forehead pressed to his, without screaming, crying and laughing at the same time while he held my face in both hands.
And he came too, holding my waist, my name on his lips.
We did it until I couldn’t move, talk, or think anymore.
I fell asleep at five, on his chest, sweat drying on our skin.
A metallic click woke me.
The rings opened.
It was exactly six o’clock.
I rubbed my wrists, and he kissed them one by one without saying a word.
Then another key turned in the store’s door.
And my mom’s voice came from the entrance:
“Honey? I got here early!”
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