Seth’s Doll – A Kinky Married Couple Read Online KD Robichaux

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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So there’s nothing to say she can’t suddenly discover being degraded arouses her. But I know this woman to the depths of my soul, and I know damn well that while she might find enjoyment from being torn down a bit, it’s with anticipation of the building-back-up that might come after. While some subs are masochists who have no want or need for praise after being humiliated, mine is not one of them.

I test my hypothesis.

Leaning forward to speak softly right at her ear, I ask, “What’s a dirty little slut toy need all those smarts for, hmmm?” I hear her swallow thickly. “Shouldn’t take much of a brain just to open up and suck my cock like a good little whore, right?”

I can feel her start to tremble where the backs of her thighs press along the tops of mine. Slipping the card behind my back in the seat, both hands now free, I wrap one arm around her hips and reach between her legs with the other. With skilled fingers, I move the gusset of her lace thong aside and trace along her slit, finding exactly what I expected.

“Didn’t even have to put you in Test Mode, doll. You’re already soaked for me like the perfect little companion I know you are.” I thrust one finger up inside her, and she does a damn good job trying to control her breathing, even though the praise makes more slickness seep over my knuckles.

Hypothesis: Confirmed.

Pulling my finger from her hot depths, I use another to move her panties back in place, then lift my hand up between us. I start to open my mouth to suck off her sweetness like I always do, but I try something new instead.

My eyes follow my fingertip as I trace her slightly parted lips, her wetness making it easy as I drag it past the corner, smearing that red lipstick I’ve been dying to make imperfect since I spotted it on her pretty mouth.

With my hand now cupping her jaw, I order, “All right, dolly. Lick your lips.”

When her eyes languidly close and open once more, I refuse the groan that wants to escape me as I watch her sweet little tongue poke out the unsmeared corner of her mouth before making a slow circle around her plump lips, disappearing once she reaches the place it first emerged. And since her eyes never veered from their blank stare past me, the entire act feels surreal, like I’ve been transported to one of the fictional universes portrayed in A.I. Artificial Intelligence, The Stepford Wives, Blade Runner, Westworld, or an episode of Black Mirror, and she really is a sex doll come to life.

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I purr against her ear, letting go of her face to grab the card behind me and lean back in the seat to finish reading it. I force myself to concentrate on the words instead of observing her to pick out telltale reactions to the praise I already know she loves.

“Yaddah, yaddah… patterns in those commands—ah. Here we are. In order to activate Test Mode Two, press the blue button on my remote control. I’ll then be able to respond to questions when you place your hand on me, but only with the following phrases: ‘Yes, Master.’ ’No, Master.’ ‘Green, Master.’ ‘Yellow, Master.’ And ‘Red, Master.’ Once Test Mode Two has been initiated, if my auto-lubrication system has not released enough lube into Pleasure Sleeve 2, aka ‘my pussy,’ it is up to the user to fix the issue. Manual stimulation will be required in order for the desired amount of wetness to express from the refillable internal storage tank before usage. Using any of my three pleasure sleeves without adequate lubrication will likely result in damage to the sleeve. Remember, no refunds. Replacements may be purchased by calling the number on my box.”

My hand holding the card drops to my lap between us as my head falls back to the leather behind me, my body shaking with silent laughter. Eventually, I lift the other to try to forcefully wipe my grin off my face as I let out a howling sigh, sitting up once again to reach for the remote on the tray table.

“Blue button. Here goes nothin’,” I quip, and I press the one beneath the pink one that brought me more delight than I ever could’ve expected in a single night, and it had only been a warm-up.

A red spotlight turns on from somewhere in the rafters above us, shining a sexy hue across the padded play table to my left. My doll’s hands lift to my shoulders, using me to balance as she maneuvers off my lap to stand between my thighs in nothing but her thong, thigh-high socks, and heels.

Another song fills the playroom, and it makes me wonder if she’s chosen it as a test of her own. Because surely she picked “WAP” by Cardi B featuring Megan Thee Stallion, a title that literally stands for “wet-ass pussy”—and played it while I’m supposed to check to make sure she’s got a wet-ass pussy—to make me laugh, which I definitely am. And combined with all the clever index cards, it’s like she did all of it on purpose to see if she could get the darker side of her Dom she requested and the lighthearted nature of her husband to coexist, not just in the same body but at the same time.


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