The Dollhouse Society Volume I: Evelyn (Includes Indecent Proposal, Dreams in Black & White, Playing House, Freeze Frame, plus a bonus story!) Read Online Free PDF Page B

wanting soreness, until, somehow, the pain became pleasure and we both wound up crying out.
    My climax caught me unawares. It convulsed my whole body and clenched me down around him. I felt the exact moment when Mr. Sterling let himself go. He groaned and shuddered violently in his release, his hips dragging me right up off the desk like some rutting animal barely in control of his instincts. He buried his face in my throat and said things then, lovely things, perverse things, things you only ever say to your lover.
    Lover , I thought. I have a lover.
    We lay spent for some moments with him atop me, still buried deep inside me. I was sore with the fullness of him, but he seemed reluctant to move. We might have stayed like that a long time were it not for the knock on the door, and the receptionist announcing Mr. Sterling’s eleven o’clock appointment. Had we only been an hour? It seemed much longer than that. It seemed a lifetime.
    Mr. Sterling dislodged himself from me and sat up on the desk. He looked down at me and touched my face tenderly with just the tips of his fingers. His face was touched with something close to religious exaltation. “I must attend to some things now, my dove, but I shall have my receptionist give you your instructions for tomorrow. They’ll be sealed in an envelope, and you must not open them until tomorrow morning when you wake.” He let out a shuddering breath, leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Evelyn, Evelyn, what a lovely courtesan you will make me,” he said. “I simply cannot wait to show you off at the Dollhouse tomorrow evening.”
     
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    DREAMS IN BLACK & WHITE
     
    I thought I was dreaming when I spotted the sleek black Mercedes-Benz gliding to a halt at the curb outside my coldwater, rent-controlled flat on Pennsylvania Avenue. It was entirely out of place amidst the fleets of Yellow Cabs flowing around it, picking up and delivering fares for the evening. I stood on the curb in my little black Burberry dress—the nicest dress I’d ever owned—and black evening wrap and little purse, and felt the coolness of the evening gathering around me. I shivered. I wore stockings and garters, but no underwear. Mr. Sterling’s orders.
    I expected the driver to step out and open the door to the Benz, the way they did on TV. Instead, the back door opened and Mr. Sterling himself stepped out. He was immensely tall, and cut a dark, geometric figure in his black, brushed, Italian-cut tuxedo. He wore a cravat instead of a bow tie. His hair was gelled back carefully over his ears, and he wore his wire-framed glasses. His eyes looked bright and silvery and alive in the streetlights.
    He stepped up on the curb, his eyes set unwavering on my face, and took my hand. His grip was incredibly strong, but gentle. He exerted only the smallest bit of force, but I could feel the power in his body, thrumming like unspent electricity. I thought how easily he could crush another man’s hand, if he had a mind to do it. He brushed his lips across my knuckles and my heart started to knock, my palms sweat, and my cunny moisten. I pressed my knees together, but there was no relief from the constant ache deep inside of me. He stared down the long line of my body, his eyes lingering on the juncture of my thighs as if he knew what effect he was having on me.
    “Evelyn, my dove,” he said, and his voice was deep and hard and almost metallic in strength. It was the voice of a man used to being obeyed in the boardroom as well as the bedroom. “I’m so glad you could make it tonight.”
    His long vowels and European inflection made me shiver. I stood absolutely still, like a rabbit mesmerized by the snake that means to consume it. Then he smiled with satisfaction and handed me down into the Benz.
    I shifted along the white leather seat, marveling at the size of the car and all the conveniences, the wet bar, the television, the laptop computer. It was dim, but not dark, the lights intimate.