Page 31 of Writhe
The Doctor chuckles from his seat, swirling at his drink. “Oh, my dear. You should see yourself. Such a beautiful pet.”
My head snaps over when I hear the sound of Theo’s jeans unzipping. His cock falls softly out as he pulls down the fabric. It’s thick, with two blue veins running down the length. The only thing I can think is how fucking pretty it would look pierced. I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing that the only option I have is to obey.
THEO
She looks so ruined. So fragile.
Like a doll.
Kneeling before me, her body trembles, glistening with sweat and spit. The leather harness wraps around her like a cage, framing her soft curves, her delicate throat that’s reddened by my hands. Her lips are parted and swollen, her breathing ragged.
My sister had a doll that looked like Eliza. It sat on the shelf, glassy-eyed and fragile, its delicate limbs always on the verge of breaking. But Eliza isn’t fragile. She won’t shatter. I can bend her, twist her into any shape I want.
The Doctor wants me to break her. Because if I don’t, then he will break me.
I fist my cock a few times until an angry bead of pre-cum leaks out of the slit. Eliza watches with lust, and it fills me with even more desire. I need her.
“I want you to put this cock in your mouth and gag on it, doll. Let the doctor hear what a mess you are for me.”
She shivers at my words, her breath catching, but she doesn’t hesitate. Her tongue darts out, licking the swollen tip, collecting the pre-cum like it’s something precious. I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair, the strands damp with sweat mixed with her fresh shower. She looks up at me with those tear-filled eyes, lips quivering, and for a second, I almost soften.
But I can feel him watching.
The Doctor lingers behind me, silent, waiting. I know what he wants. He wants me to prove myself, to mold Eliza into something raw, pliant. To strip her down to nothing. He claims it will cure her—it will cure her to be owned. To be cared for. Something she’s never had. She’s never had a protector. She’s never had someone who broke her so thoroughly and then put her back together. I will be that. I will be her maker.
I shove my cock past her lips, forcing her mouth wide, feeling the warmth of her tongue as she gags. The sound is wet, desperate, and it goes straight to my cock.
“That’s it, doll. You wanted to be special, didn’t you, dollface? Well, now you are So. Fucking. Special.”
Her throat convulses around me, eyes fluttering, spit leaking down her chin, dripping onto her heaving chest. I want to tell her more about how fucking good she is, but before I can, the doctor steps closer.
“You’re holding back,” he says, disgustingly smooth. His gloved hand touches my shoulder, light, but full of control. I tense, my grip tightening in Eliza’s hair. I’m so fucking close.
“Goddamn, Dollface.” I pant.
The Doctor leans in to whisper into my ear, “Come for her, Theo. Come down my pet’s throat. She will swallow for her master.”
I look down, watching as Eliza works my cock until I explode. Cum shoots down her throat and she greedily drinks it. Using her hands to milk every last fucking drop.
“Fuck . . .” I moan, my head hanging down.
I don’t want to break her. I want to own her. I want her wrecked, gasping, ruined.Mine.
The Doctor’s hands move, and suddenly Eliza is wrenched away from me, off of my still-softening cock. Her head jerks back with a whimper. I barely have time to react before he shoves her forward, pressing her against his desk, his gloved fingers shoving between her thighs.
“No!” Eliza cries, wriggling away. “Theo . . . please.”
“Cry if you want—I’ll still fuck you the same.”
My heart sinks. She wants me. She doesn’t want him. She doesn’t want to please him.
He forces his cock out of his dress pants with a groan. “I am going to fuck this soaked cunt. My pet is going to be so full of my litter after I pump you full.”
Eliza screams again, “No! No! Get off of me!”
“Stop touching her.” My voice is hoarse, fists clenched so hard my knuckles crack.
The Doctor laughs. “You did such a good job prepping her, Theo. Well done. So wet. So ripe for me.” He uses his hands to spread Eliza wide before he shoves his fat cock inside of her. She gasps, arching against the intrusion, her body betraying her as he works her open.
