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Narcissa Kyle
The Master's Doll Defiled (Rough Sex BDSM Erotica)
The Master's Doll Defiled (Rough Sex BDSM Erotica)
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Doll is an obedient servant to her master, fulfilling his every sexual need. But when he leaves her alone and a visitor comes calling, Doll is overcome by her own desires. The sexy stranger plans to use her as she has never been used before, and Doll soon finds herself on her knees with no choice but to submit…
This 6000 word story contains rough sex, deepthroating, dominance, submission, and other elements of BDSM. Sequel to “The Master’s Doll Deflowered,” but may be read as a standalone story.
Excerpt:
I stepped aside to let him in. But it was he who pushed the door closed behind him. The sunlight disappeared as the door swung shut, and suddenly we were in the cool shadows of the house together.
I struggled to think of what was appropriate to say now. “Would you… like something to drink?”
He laughed. Had I said something wrong? I looked down, chastised.
“No, thank you,” he said, and then he did the thing that sealed it. His hand rose to touch me, just under my chin, guiding my face up to look at him.
At his touch, my entire body quivered. I felt a drop of desire trickle onto my thigh.
Another whimper played at the back of my throat, threatening to come out. I couldn’t want this man. Not like this. This desire was reserved only for Master.
And yet as I looked at him and felt his hand on my skin, I knew that pleasing Master wasn’t the only thing my body could do.
“You’re very beautiful, Doll,” the stranger said, beginning to caress my face.
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. My sex throbbed harder, demanding attention.
He persisted. “Does he do this to you? Your master? Does he touch you like this?”
I nodded. “And… more.”
The stranger chuckled. His hand traveled down my neck, lightly stroking my throat. From there it dipped even lower, moving delicately over my collarbones. When his fingers came to the tops of my breasts, I shivered and moaned.
“Good girl,” he said, just as Master might. “Is this how he touches you?”
I nodded again. Between my legs, I was dripping now.
My nipples hardened as his hands moved over my breasts, cupping them through the fabric of my dress. He felt my reaction and, with another quiet laugh, ran his thumbs over my sore nipples.
“Please…”I muttered, but I didn’t know what I was asking for. I knew I shouldn’t let him touch me, but the desire between my legs overpowered me.
This 6000 word story contains rough sex, deepthroating, dominance, submission, and other elements of BDSM. Sequel to “The Master’s Doll Deflowered,” but may be read as a standalone story.
Excerpt:
I stepped aside to let him in. But it was he who pushed the door closed behind him. The sunlight disappeared as the door swung shut, and suddenly we were in the cool shadows of the house together.
I struggled to think of what was appropriate to say now. “Would you… like something to drink?”
He laughed. Had I said something wrong? I looked down, chastised.
“No, thank you,” he said, and then he did the thing that sealed it. His hand rose to touch me, just under my chin, guiding my face up to look at him.
At his touch, my entire body quivered. I felt a drop of desire trickle onto my thigh.
Another whimper played at the back of my throat, threatening to come out. I couldn’t want this man. Not like this. This desire was reserved only for Master.
And yet as I looked at him and felt his hand on my skin, I knew that pleasing Master wasn’t the only thing my body could do.
“You’re very beautiful, Doll,” the stranger said, beginning to caress my face.
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. My sex throbbed harder, demanding attention.
He persisted. “Does he do this to you? Your master? Does he touch you like this?”
I nodded. “And… more.”
The stranger chuckled. His hand traveled down my neck, lightly stroking my throat. From there it dipped even lower, moving delicately over my collarbones. When his fingers came to the tops of my breasts, I shivered and moaned.
“Good girl,” he said, just as Master might. “Is this how he touches you?”
I nodded again. Between my legs, I was dripping now.
My nipples hardened as his hands moved over my breasts, cupping them through the fabric of my dress. He felt my reaction and, with another quiet laugh, ran his thumbs over my sore nipples.
“Please…”I muttered, but I didn’t know what I was asking for. I knew I shouldn’t let him touch me, but the desire between my legs overpowered me.
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