Dolly of the Night

VOCALOID – 02

By: Chi~

Disclaimer: I don't own because I'm obviously a pervert. Just. Like. You.

A/N: Yeah…wow, this is part two or whatever. Shocking.

Ready for this? XD I'm not!

Read in ½ for the steam. :snort:


Dolly of the Night

II

Master With No Name


The nights that followed that basically life changing even were…amazing (for lack of a better word). She wasn't surprised to learn that he knew both her and her mother's schedules. He knew that on Mondays she usually had club activities after school and was usually back at the apartment until later in the evening (those nights were so fast, that in the end she was breathless and dizzy enough to fall unconscious). He knew the nights her mother had a longer shift and would stay longing into the night – taking their activities to a much slower…wonderful pace.

She had learned quite quickly that this man was a sexual genius. She hadn't even needed to say anything or particularly do anything, he knew what to do as if he were a gifted professional of some kind. He knew where to touch, caress, squeeze, lick…suckdo anything that would make her – after it all – end up either unconscious out of absolute bliss or close to tears in sheet satisfaction. If she had ever had any doubt about letting this man – who still watched her as much as he had before throughout the day – take her – she was sure that it always left her mind a moment after such thoughts.

Letting this man use her and manipulate her and twist her into anything he wanted was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Because he loved her.

And she loved him.

[In their own twisted way.]

He never told her his name and she already knew he knew hers. She was sure he probably knew everything – especially since he knew what was her most favorite food. That didn't really matter to her – she just wished she knew at least one thing about this man. Just one thing. Anything.

And until then, she took it upon herself to give him a nickname.

'Puppy.'

It was only because this man had interestingly sharp canines then that of the norm. He didn't really mind it, either, she supposed. He never really said anything, which she felt slight frustration with. After all, his voice was deep and so appealing to her. Once, he had even moaned her name against her neck and she couldn't stop smiling. A beautiful voice from a beautiful man.

Hell, she felt lucky. It was quite obvious that this man had had plenty of practice with other women (maybe girls) and they probably knew that voice of his. But for now, she knew that she was the only one who could hear it in such a way now. It was quite the selfish thought, but that didn't matter.

He was the only one who could hear her and she knew he was pleased with that. It was a two-way street.

As long as he was pleased.

Though, she was sure that he was more pleased with the fact that he was her first. After the first few times (when he felt she was more adjusted to him) he was a bit more merciless – sometimes flipping her over after she had mostly rode out her orgasm and fucking her again all the more harder. He had commented on her tightness sometimes – usually on the first round some nights. 'Course, she was just a girl – ne who was basically still undeveloped even for her age – but he was a grown, fully developed man. She couldn't particularly determine if he was…more developed then an actual man. He was…quite…big. She still felt pain, usually at the beginning. But it wasn't like she'd even find out.

She only wanted this man.

Whoever he was.

Sometimes he was gently and slow and…touched her more. There wasn't a patch of skin that hadn't been explored when he was done with her on those nights.

The nights he truly worshipped her and almost proved his "love" for her. Those nights were the nights she felt like she was really more than just a…fuck to him (not that she had a problem with that either). It really was almost like he was in love with her. And perhaps, maybe he was.

She had seen his eyes those nights. Although, her room was usually dark (except for the bright moon that provided adequate light considering they didn't want to get caught in case her mother came home and noticed her light on), she could still make out those haunting blue eyes through the darkness.

They were the brightest on those nights, like he was mesmerized by her. Truly. And her heart always ran in her chest more and her skin flush harder under that gaze. His eyes were so…haunting. So deep. Like pools.

She could never get enough of him.

And, apparently, they had much in common with that.

And it was just one of those nights. Her mother would be working very late – about the time she had to get up for school a bit past dawn. He…had her for the whole night.

God, shivers ran up her spine as she peeked from the bathroom mirror to the very place she had lost her virginity. Not only that, but her eyes trailed to the very counter she was leaning against as she brushed her hair. He had taken her there, too, and she could remember – quite vividly – her back pressed against the cold looking-glass, gasping as he pushed her legs open and –

How much of a whore are you, she squeaked in her mind, looking away from the mirror and herself. She didn't want to see the blush already reddening her cheeks. She shifted on her feet, biting her lip. Then she bit out a curse and started out of the bathroom.

Damn, she bit out in her head as she flipped out the light in the bathroom. Now you can't wait for him, you slut.

Her cheeks were burning so hard. Heart sped up. Needing. Wanting. Uncontrollable. Her hands curled lightly, muscles tensing in her arms. Her thoughts had easily made her frantic, but he wasn't there yet.

She peeked to her alarm clock as she sauntered into her room and effortlessly shut her door. I can't wait, he wouldn't be there for another hour.

Her hands covered her red face and she softly groaned. She had no choice. She was so…

Goddd, she groaned in her head this time as she started for her bed. She held up her thin nightgown as she went and she didn't hesitate with getting her undergarment off.

She sat at the edge, swallowing and kept her gown folded up as she closed her eyes, turned her head and merely –

"Nn - …" she bit her lip. So wet already? She arched as she slowly spread her legs more and breathed out softly and she scooted back a little and added another –

"Ahh…" she used her other hand to keep herself propped up as she slowly eased her digits in and out, shivers running up her spine as she stretched a bit but was…tight enough for the pads of her fingers to caress her walls, which only made her tip her head back in some sort of growing high.

And then, the memories of him would run her mind and the next thing she knew –

She was panting, on her back, knees up to her chest and almost whispering, pumping three digits within herself in desperation. All that he'd done to her had been such a rush.

…And what he could do to her – just the thought

"Ah-huhn-!" She arched as she softly cried out, already reaching her limit and smacking her with a momentary satisfaction for he hadn't been the one to make her do that- not yet, at least.

She panted softly then, eyes still closed as her head lightly lulled to the side against the comforter, basking in the almost bitter-sweet bliss. Her legs began to lower…

"No sense of patience anymore, Rin?"

She softly gasped and cursed, eyes flying open. Why did he always have to surprise her? Her head shot up and she breathlessly looked at him as he towered over her, staring at her with his haunting gaze, glowing more in the dark.

She knew right then and there that he had seen the whole thing and she hadn't even noticed.

And it was hard to tell what he would do, his eyes looked even brighter than they usually were – even when he would lose himself. She knew for sure that the slow treatment tonight wasn't going to happen. She knew that tonight was going to be another night she'd never forget.

"Keep them up," he said almost a second later after she was allowed to analyze his gaze. She didn't protest and merely did as she was told, even folding her arms under her knees to keep them up as she breathed deeply, quick yet calm with anticipation.

Now that he was here with that look in his eyes and slightly growl in his voice – she couldn't hesitate or back down.

She always wanted him.

And he always wanted her.

More than anything.

He leaned on the bed, knee on the mattress and she watched as he slipped his jacket of. Her heart jumped, biting her lip as she heard a zipper and stared into his haunting eyes.

He breathed leaning closer as he skipped off his shirt then and her eyes brightened at the sight of his toned, masculine, God-like physique.

"If you come that fast," he paused as he leaned in more, their mouths hovering close, "I'll never stop until dawn."

Before she could even respond to such a thing, her mouth was taken in a forceful kiss that quickly made her surrender and let him in, making multiple, high noises from his skillful tongue and lips. Devouring her. Making her his. Making her desperate for mercy. Breaking her down until she was nothing but putty in his hands.

Which she was all too willing to do in the first place.

He pulled away, a thin thread of saliva connected between their mouths as she was breathless and dizzy, sighing and deeply inhaling for breath – but wanting his dominating mouth again.

More.

It broke as he licked his equally swollen lips as he lightly smiled, caging her in with his hands curling into the comforter on either side of her head. She panted, heart pounding harshly.

She knew what that meant.

And she felt him. Teasing her. Repeatedly. Flirting and making her whimper.

"Please," she gasped, squeezing her eyes closed as she turned her head away, curling hands tightening into fists. "Please…"

He continued, still, sighing in her ear. "Nn – your pleas are so beautiful," he breathed, hands tightening in the comforter around her head. "What do you want?"

She trembled as he nuzzled her, rubbing –

"You," she hissed, toes clenching.

His face was in hers then, noses almost touching and eyes staring into each others – breaths tangling. Hair in each other's faces and their hearts pounding in sync. Just them both.

"Doing what," he huskily asked, hovering ever close. Teasing her more. Driving her insane. Nails digging into her own skin.

"Making me yours," she whimpered pathetically, shaking in desperation. And that was all he needed.

That was all he wanted.

She immediately moaned and arched when he roughly slammed into her and they both gasped when his hips met the backs of her thighs.

"Puppy," she squeaked, rigid.

That was fast. Hard. More merciless and deep. She was already preparing for an explosion. She would lose herself before him, she knew this already. He would be with her all night. Making her his over and over again until the sun began to come up.

He breathed deeply and she knew from the smirk on his face that he already knew this as well – all before he merely made the long night commence…


"Ah – Ahnn – AH!" She yelled in the pillow, face-down and clutching at nothing but the carpet. Dripping with sweat and convulsing, body trembling in release – once again. And she was sobbing as she felt him fill her once again, for the fifth time in all.

And the sun was on the horizon, shining through her curtain and making their skin glisten and their blond hair beam from the orange rays.

He had kept his word and now he was lying next to her on the floor, just as sweaty, pleasured and exhausted. It was quite obvious she would never doubt him again.

"God," he moaned, panting so hard. She slowly turned her tear-streaked face over to him on the pillow and he shakily brushed her wild, damp hair off of her sweaty forehead. "I love you so much…"

She closed her tearful eyes, still sobbing and so satisfied; they were both trembling.

I love you, too.

Shaking, for she couldn't say it once again, after all these weeks, she reached out and caressed his wet cheek, brushing his equally wild hair out of his beautiful eyes which practically sparkled in the dawn light.

They stared into each other's eyes as he leaned into her touch, softly gasping for breath still.

And then, he did the same, whispering, "My sweet dolly…"


"Will I ever learn your name," she whispered in exhaustion as she watched him slip on his shirt. She was already back in bed, everything back to normal before such a long night of their…activities from the bed to the floor.

She watched as he buttoned up his jacket, hands still shaking – only slightly. His eyes glanced over to hers, softening, before he started for the window, acting like he'd heard absolutely nothing…and left.

She merely blinked a few times before sighing and turning over, closing her eyes to dream of her nameless master who loved her for the doll she was.

Just for him.

Always, just for him.


Well, that's it for now. I assure you, there's more to this then just…sex. O_o (I'm actually getting quite tired of it XD.)

Their relationship is peculiar though, yeah? A little psychotic, mysterious and a bit erotic…

But can you see a rosebud about to blossom? Hmm…

Until next time, faithful fans.