Chapter 14

Standing in Dolly's closet, since she decided to put fucking curtains up to stop me from watching her, I wait impatiently for her to return home. The rain pelts down hard on the trailer and drum against the windows. I know Limp Dick is not here tonight, so I broke in after the show.

As I listen intently, my senses are on high alert, until I finally hear the door open. I peer through the thin shutters and watch as she enters. Her long blonde hair is soaked and now has a tinge of red in it from her performance. Her broken dolly face paint streaks down her cheeks, darkening her piercing blue eyes, but even in this dishevelled state, she is still a stunning sight.

She pauses, her focus fixed on the black rose I left on the bed, confusing her. Her brows knit together, walking quickly toward it. She halts at the end of the bed, continuing to stare at the flower for a moment more before finally leaning over to lift it, but as soon as she does, she drops it with a hiss, her lips curling in pain.

I smirk slightly as she gazes down at her pricked finger, a bubble of blood now forming and she growls softly before placing it in her mouth, sucking on the small wound.

The sight of her reaction, the mix of pain and confusion, stirs something dark within me. I continue to observe her every move, savouring the moment, knowing that she is now fully aware of my presence and the games I intend to play. She quickly turns around, dashing through the trailer, probably trying to see if I am still here, hidden, but when she returns to the bedroom, it's clear she thinks I'm gone.

Still not taking her eyes off the rose, she drags her cropped leather jacket down her arms, tossing it to one side before moving on to her tight black jeans. After unbuttoning them, she pulls them down her legs, the wet fabric peeling away from her skin, and she winces as my inflicted wounds on her thighs sting.

Once she has stepped out of them, I keep my full focus on her body. She is now in black panties, the strings sitting high on her curvaceous hips, and a black cropped t-shirt sits just below her nipples, offering a mesmerizing view of the curve of her tits. I have to stop myself from pouncing on her, from taking her in this vulnerable state.

She heads for the small bedside table, muttering things I cannot understand, but I can sense her anger. My frantic eyes move all over her figure, the roundness of her peachy ass and how it wobbles with every step she takes until she opens a drawer, pulling out a pack of makeup wipes before tossing them onto the bed. Then she gazes inside again, pondering, before finally reaching down to withdraw something else. When she lifts out a black, medium-sized dildo, I shake my head once, the sight of it stirring something within me, a blend of jealousy and possessiveness.

Looking at it curiously, her small hand wraps tighter around it, until finally, she decides she is going to fuck herself with it and tosses it onto the bed. My cock throbs painfully in my wet jeans; there's no fucking way I'm just going to be able to watch her screw herself right in front of me.

My palms sweat, balling tightly into fists and my leg starts shaking, my control dissipating as she strides to the end of the bed. She bends over, crawling up it before stopping and positioning herself on all fours, reaching for her dildo. She gives me the perfect view, which is unfortunate for her and for fucking me.

My patience wears thin as she turns on the plastic dick, the sound of vibrations rippling through the air, merging with my heavy breathing. She reaches around, sliding her finger beneath the string of her panties that is wedged between her ass cheeks, pulling them to one side. I have to stifle the growl crawling up my throat, my hand immediately grasping my cock as the throb intensifies.

Hold on a little longer, Hell. I tell myself.

Placing her cheek on the bed, only her ass in the air, she starts by teasing her clit with the vibrations before slipping it inside her pussy. She thrusts a few times but seems unsatisfied, then she does something that almost breaks my will to live. She moves the toy to her asshole, and my eyes involuntarily close, my forehead gently resting against the closet door, my jaw tense. I'm seconds away from punishing her for driving me so fucking insane.

When I finally open my eyes, I see her easing it into her little pink ring, her brows pinched together, and her mouth dropping open as she stretches her tight hole out, inch by inch.

Fucking hell. I can't stop myself. I start stroking my hard cock over my jeans, trying to relieve the unbearable ache building inside me.

Once the dildo is all the way inside, she keeps her fingers pinched around the base, waiting a moment to adjust to the sensation, then, when she's ready, she begins fucking herself, her thrusts becoming erratic, driving the toy deep inside her and the sweet melody of her moans fill the air.

She reaches between her legs with her other hand, frantically rubbing her clit at the same time, her eyes closed tight and with a gasp, she finally becomes lost in her pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," she cries out.

My strokes over my dick grow rapid, my hand moving roughly over the curve of my hardness in the same rhythm as her thrusts, almost tempted to flop my fucking cock out so I can get a better grip and come up the closet door if I have to.

As her breathing picks up, so does mine in perfect sync, almost ready to bust, until she suddenly screams something that stops me entirely. "Oh yes, Hell, just like that!"

My blood ignites, my eyes widening, and finally, I snap.

Without a second thought, I smash through the door, interrupting her near orgasm. I stand there, struggling to breath, my gloved hands opening and closing like an utter maniac.

She's instantly startled, jumping off the bed with a wobble in her legs, and her dildo falls out of her ass, dropping to the floor with a thud. Her breathing is erratic, her chest heaving with every breath she takes, matching my own, and her pretty blue eyes are expanded with terror. I take a small step forward, causing her to push herself closer to the window.

"Run, run, run, little dolly. Run as fast as you can. Because if I catch you, I'll make you obey my every command," I bite out, the poisonous rhyme rolling off my tongue.

With a flick of my blade, she bolts to the door without hesitation. I pause, taking in the aftermath of how she moaned my fucking name. As the sound of the trailer door being swung open reaches my ears, I turn my focus to her dildo lying on the floor. I bend down, my fingers closing tightly around it as I lift it, then I calmly step toward the door, ready to pursue her.