its just a doll

just pulling into the driveway of the house party, the music from the speakers inside vibrating all the way out to the car. i turn off the engine, you let out the longest most pathetic sigh of relief, thinking the torture is over. your thighs shaking as you get up, from how soaking wet and worked up i kept you during the whole ride.

i lead you inside by the waist, letting our friends head for the kitchen while i navigate the crowded hallway. tracking the moment the upstairs bathroom clicks open. i grab your wrist, pull you inside before anyone else can claim it and lock the door behind us. you instantly turn around, backing up against the sink. your chest heaving as you look at me with desperate begging in your eyes.

"oh look at you... all worked up already?" I whisper as I step closer, gently cupping your face in my hands. "what is it? was it our song? you poor thing. it doesn’t take much does it?” I reach down, my fingers slowly sliding under your clothes, teasingly tracing the dampness between your legs. I feel the heat radiating off you, watching your eyes squeeze shut, your hips instinctively tilt forward, absolutely desperate for any friction.

"you're completely soaked just from a little music" I lean down to press a kiss on your cheek "you really couldn't handle it could you? It's okay I’ve got you. I'm going to take such good care of you since I made you like this"

I grip your hip lifting your leg and hooking your knee right over the edge of the sink. opening you up under the bright bathroom mirror. I don't make you wait another second. I slide my hand straight past your underwear, shoving two fingers deeply inside you with a heavy thrust that makes your eyes instantly roll back. a loud moan starts to rip out of your throat but before the sound can even leave your lips, my other hand flies up, my palm flattening over your mouth to trap the noise. the sound dies against my skin. your moans turning into a muffled sobs.

"shhh there we go, keep it all inside for me sweetheart" I whisper against your ear, my voice calm while the bass from the living room rattles the bathroom door. "we don't want our friends out in the hallway hearing what a needy little mess you are do we?" you nod, your eyes wide. I start moving my fingers inside you exactly how you like them, curling them deeply to hit your favorite spot over and over again. perfectly matching the heavy rhythm of the song from the car.

your body goes rigid, your fingers clawing at my clothes as you try to thrash against the sink but my weight is pinned against yours, keeping you perfectly trapped. you’re wailing right into my hand from pleasure, your hot breaths and desperate whimpers smothered against my palm while my fingers work inside you, stretching you open until your thighs start violently trembling.