15
Viola Grace
Her shoes were causing an ache she couldn’t ignore, so she begged off the next dance and wandered over to the buffet table again.
Today a rich purple beverage was being served and the servants were most insistent that she take some. Each sip sent a hum through her veins in a most pleasurable manner. Warm, relaxed and enjoying a new pulse through her nerve endings, she returned to his arms and let him steer her around the dance floor once again. Her feet did not hurt, in fact her whole body felt wonderful.
She looked up into the proxy’s eyes as they danced. He was looking at her intently as he pressed her hips to him in a repetitive manner. Her hips twisted against him, seeking further contact.
Her lips parted and she slowly dragged her tongue over her lower lip. His eyes darkened and he pressed a kiss to her lips, right there on the dance floor.
She surrendered completely to his embrace, revelling in the sensations rippling through her.
She didn’t care about their audience, or the women who were whispering in shock, all she wanted was to wrap her fingers through the hair of the proxy in front of her and hold his lips to hers.
He lifted her off her feet and walked with her, her arms looped around his neck and her mouth firmly involved in the kiss.
He opened her chamber door and his hands worked at her ribbons and lacings until the gown 16
Mask of the Overload
slid free and left her wearing nothing but her mask and the high heels.
Nervous, she stood as he quickly stripped his body until he wore only his mask. The ripple of his abdomen drew her fingers and the jutting heat of his cock felt like an iron rod when she wrapped her hand around it.
She stroked it with several slow motions, causing his eyes to close behind the mask. Finally, he opened his eyes and pushed her back onto the bed. He lifted her knees and spread them wide, lowering his head between them.
He licked, bit, stroked and petted her until she was writhing on the bed with her hands fisted in the sheets. She bit her lip as she twisted to get more of his lapping tongue on her clit, but just as she was going to go over the edge, he stopped.
She whimpered in desperation, but he moved over her and slid his cock into her in one long slow deliberate stroke.
She sighed as he withdrew and surged back into her, setting a precedent that gained in speed and power until her knees were draped over his forearms and he was pounding into her.
When she screamed her release, he paused in place. His body was giving him feedback but on its own, she had just had sex with a talking doll.
Embarrassment claimed her and she covered her breasts, turning from his gaze.
“Why are you doing that?”