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I’m not surprised when she blinks once. There’s no denying the underlying mutual attraction that’s been simmering for years between the two of us.
“Bad little doll.”
A tiny cry escapes her lips when I pinch her nipple.
“Tempting me”—twist—“teasing me”—pull—“while pretending to be such a good girl. While you’ve been hiding it from Rylan.”
“Dr. Kingston, sir.” Her eyes blink a couple of times, though not a muscle twitches on her soft face.
Putting someone into a trance without their consent is a violation of everything I believe in.
Then again, Leighton’s the one who invited me in. Seduced me. She’s begging me to do anything and everything I please while Rylan and Milo are outside. So close.
“Take a deep breath.”
Her compliance is immediate.
“Hold it there.” I watch her breasts press forward. An invitation if I ever saw it. I nod as if I expected her to say yes. As if I take that for granted. I’ll never take her for granted. “That’s better. Good. Let it out and relax.”
Since this is a dream, everything happens at the speed I choose. She was already halfway into a trance, and now she’s there.
“You’re inside your body still. That’s Leighton in there.” One step closer, and her breasts brush against my chest. “You’re also partly aware of everything around you. Enough to realize what we’re doing. Not enough to stop me from using your body.”
Her shoulders slump, and I catch her arms.
“You’re going to be my good little doll. Make it up to me for being bad.”
Mindfully, I spin her so she’s facing the vanity mirror. I move with her, stand at her back.
“You want that, don’t you?” I wrap my hand into her wet locks. “When I pull on your hair, you’re allowed to speak.”
When I tug, she squeaks a short, sweet, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Her upper body bends forward at the lightest pressure. My hands trail from her shoulder blades, to her arms, to her hands. Leighton is limbless, allowing me to arrange her. Hands flat on the vanity. Legs spread as I kick them apart.
In my room, in the real world, all of this is forbidden as hell. From my abhorrent fantasies to the show I’m putting on for Leighton. There’s no questioning how fucked in the head I am.
Dr. Hatchett, my therapist, has a nicer choice of words for what this is.
I, on the other hand, don’t have any illusions about what I am.
A forty-one-year-old man lusting after his daughter’s best friend. A young woman nineteen years my junior.
I’m so sick to love her, to obsess over her. But I do.
So much so that for the last two weeks, I’ve been toying with the best and worst idea possible. A contingency plan in case Rylan keeps giving Leigh too much of her sickly-sweet attitude I’ve grown to recognize. For when Ry decides to use those NyQuil pills from the bottles she’s been stocking on lately.
The more I play with the idea of locking Leighton away from Rylan and making her mine, the more appealing it gets. The less I’m keen on letting her slip through my fingers.
I know I should. The beast, on the other hand…
“You’re going to be such a good doll for me,” I grunt, returning to my fantasy.
Leighton’s never left hers, as her soft moans and soaking cunt are all I hear.
“Baby.” I slide two fingers along her cunt, dragging her arousal to her rim. She clenches, and I look at her reflection in the mirror. “Go deeper, Leighton. Deeper into that place where you’re all mine. Your body is my vessel, and your soul is mine to play with. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
