Page 7 of Toy No More

He and Vince share a knowing look. “We’ll finish this talk tomorrow,” Jasper says.

Vince still swishes his knife around his finger as he passes me. A whiff of his pheromones, intentional or not, slaps me in the face. Strong and sweet, like Sherry. He flares his nostrils faintly and takes in my smell, too, just as he gives me a fleeting glance.

“Enjoy your night you two,” he hollers, without turning, before closing the door.

With a sigh, I set myself on Jasper’s lap. He opens his arms for me and swirls the chair to the side. After the day of being passed around and touched, I can finally release the tension and melt into his embrace, taking in the smell of ocean air. I close my eyes, smiling, as I lean against his chest. Jasper runs his hand over my back before he finds my neck and brushes my hair away for a kiss.

“There’s my baby,” he whispers, voice smooth.

“How was your day?” I ask, no matter how vague I know his answer will be.

“Boring,” he mutters and continues placing kisses on my neck, then cheek. “I’m in the mood for something exotic. How about we try that new restaurant on the East Side?”

I was hoping for a chill night in, so I let out a low grumble. “Do we have to go out to eat tonight?” I ask, looking up at him. Eating out means performing still, even if in a different way. It means dressing up and holding myself high and it means people watching. I don’t want that.

Jasper smiles. He runs his rough finger across my cheek. It smells faintly rusty.

“You’re going to like it. Just trust me, alright?”

Knowing him well enough, I can tell he’s not planning to change his mind. No choice but to get all dressed up and pretending some more in front of strangers.

I suppress my discomfort. I shouldn’t be ungrateful. The food will be good. It always is.Definitely beats starving.

“The guy at the door… Is he new?” I ask while straightening my back. Jasper frowns briefly, confused by my question.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I was surprised, that’s all.” I run my fingers through his short hair, dragging them gently across his scalp the way he likes it. He reacts by pulling me in tighter by grabbing at my ass. “Just don’t see new people up here often.” I know Jasper doesn’t care about my insight on his underlings, so I rest my head against him again and focus on massaging his head.

His tight muscles loosen a little under me as he relaxes. “Been here about two weeks,” he says in an uninterested, distracted tone. “Anyway,” he continues, squeezing my butt briefly before pushing us off the chair, “go change and let’s get going. I’m starving…and sitting here with you like this makes me crave the dessert that comesafterthe dinner.”

I smile while looking to the side. His pheromones linger. I’m not the only one pent up and longing for release after a long day.

Nodding, I head to the small room at the back of his office where Jasper keeps his suits, some personal possessions in a small safe, and also my non-work clothing. I feel Jasper’s hungry eyes on me as I shed everything and slip into fresh clothes.

My desire to put on sweats and cuddle up to watch a movie has to be set aside. At least I don’t have to worry about cooking or cleaning up.

We get home a few hours later. Still full of good food and slightly tipsy from the wine, I stumble across the apartment with Jasper at my heels, vehemently kissing up at me. We end up where we always do, in bed, with him pulling my clothes off and pressing his crotch between my legs before I can even unzip his pants.

In a stark contrast to the Dollhouse, we’re surrounded by stillness. Silence. The familiar dim glow of my bedside table lamp is the only source of light besides the shimmer of the city in the distance.

I try to mentally shed today's sticky, lingering residue of other people’s scents. With my lips parted, I take in Jasper’s pheromones, focusing on only him while he enters me.

He digs his fingers into my hair and kisses me softly while we fuck.

“That’s my lovely doll,” he mutters while pressing his nose into the side of my neck. The words sting a little, but I ignore it. Biting down lightly at Jasper’s lip, I get a riled up grunt out of him before he speeds up.

Do I want things to go faster so we can sleep?Maybe. Either way, I know how to drive him mad.

“Look how beautiful you are for me, hm? Only for me,” he whispers as he releases a wave of pheromones, making my eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure. Moaning freely, I sink into the pillows.

I know his body, his movements. As he gets close to finishing, I grab his hand and guide him down to stroke me. With some focus on my side, we come together and collapse next to each other. Finally, I can just exist.

Jasper pulls me into a hug. I shift to rest against his stretched out arm, and lock eyes with him in the ceiling mirror above our bed. He has that smirk on his face that he always has after sex. Playful. Proud. Cocky.

“Told you the meal was gonna be worth it,” he boasts, gliding his fingers through my ruffled hair.

I chuckle. “Yeah. It wasnearlyperfect,” I say, and watch his bright blue eyes widen in surprise. It almost pleases me to see him that way, since I so rarely do. Taken aback, insecure. “You called me a doll again. You know I don’t like it,” I add, with a teasingly disgruntled tone.

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