Page 66 of Melancholia

But my breath catches in my throat and I can feel heat rush to my cheeks…and other places.

Amir’s smile is a reward in itself. “Perfect,” he whispers once more, his hand still on my jaw so he can stroke a thumb over my lip. “You’re just perfect for me, aren’t you? I should’ve known my little mortician would be. This, by the way”—he touches the jawbone around my throat—“stays on. You don’t take it off.”

I notice he doesn’t say tonight. It sounds more like he means ever.

When his hand shifts to my throat, Amir turns me, walking me backward until I hit my bed. But he doesn’t stop there. He helps me down, quite literally moving me how he wants, until my head is on my favorite pillow and my hair is lying around me in a halo. Amir places my hands over my head, elbows bent, before kneeling on the bed between my thighs to stare down at me.

Before I can even begin to be self-conscious, I catch sight of his eyes. Of how his gaze has gone dark and wanting. Like I’m something worth being appreciated instead of just me.

“Amir—” He presses a finger to my lips, his head tilting to the side.

“Don’t speak, my perfect doll,” he murmurs. “Let me enjoy you for a little while. Just like this.” His hand starts at my ankle and moves upward, then his other mirrors his movements on my opposite leg. He moves my knees so my feet are pressed flat to the bed, and he continues until he’s tracing the lines of my hipbones, his fingers feather-light on my skin. “Look at you,” he goes on.

For a few minutes, he doesn’t say a word. Amir traces my body with his hands, like I’m barely a person at all. In a way, I almost don’t feel like one. The more he touches me, the more it’s clear I’m only here for his pleasure and appreciation, making me feel…

Well, not unhappy. I want to squirm and press my thighs together every time he murmurs a compliment about my smooth skin. I want so badly to drag him down into a kiss as Amir pulls on my lower lip.

But I don’t move. I lie there, just like he wants. Being his perfect little doll.

Every touch and every moment that I don’t push him away seems to embolden Amir. His hands become greedier, become bolder. He pulls my bra down to knead my breasts, his fingers twisting and tweaking my nipples until they’re stiff with arousal.

And all the while, I fight not to give him a reaction. He’s testing me, I realize. It’s another game. He wants to see how long I can be a doll for him.

God, I really shouldn’t be this competitive.

But it only makes me sink further into the mindset of being his doll. I don’t move, feeling like I’m not meant to. I focus on the feelings and the sight of him above me as he plays with my body.

“You’re so perfect for me, Nell,” Amir praises. “Look at you, letting me enjoy you like this. We’ll have to find new outfits for me to take off of you. Though you really do look so good in black, you know that?” His fingers touch the jawbone at my throat. “Don’t take this off.” This time, I’m sure I can hear the rough undertone of possession in his voice when he tugs on it lightly.

“How long can you be my doll for me, hmm?” he purrs, moving to slip my panties down my hips. It’s hard not to react as he drags them down my legs, finally tossing them to the floor beside the bed. My bra stays, though displaced so my breasts are on display for him, and he takes advantage of that fact every couple of minutes to massage and tease.

Fuck. He has to know how hard it is for me to not move. For me to stay staring up at him passively as he touches me and works me up with his gentle, yet wolfish grin. When my eyes are stuck on him as he slides his hand between my thighs to trace my slit.

Even there, he takes his fucking time. Slowly exploring everything he played with in the dark, like my body belongs to him. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t give me what I want; he just…explores.

I bite down on my lower lip, cutting off a soft, needy whine that makes it out just enough to make Amir smile.

“Sweet girl. Dolls don’t make noise, remember?” he asks, leaning over me to study my face. “Do I need to get you something to occupy that mouth? To make you remember what you are for me?” His tone is sly and teasing. Taunting me, rather than upset.

“Maybe we’ll get you something to cover your eyes, too. After all…dolls don’t need to see, do they?” He drags his thumb down my lip, forcing my mouth open to slide his fingers between them. I don’t do anything. He doesn’t want me to, but it’s so hard not to at least flick my tongue against his fingers.

Amir holds my eyes the entire time. Then he finally pulls his fingers free and sits back between my thighs again. “Not a word, pretty thing.” With that warning, he presses his fingers into me, pushing two deep inside me and keeping his eyes on mine while he does it.

He wants to see if I’ll break. But I really, really want to win this new game. My lips are parted, but that’s all I’ll allow myself. No matter how deep he presses his fingers, or how he swipes his thumb over my clit, I just stare up at him.

His pretty little doll.

When he adds a fourth finger, my control almost snaps. My fingers twitch, but I don’t think he sees. I still don’t make a sound, and the glow in Amir’s eyes is practically feral.

“Oh, fuck,” he pants, suddenly pulling his fingers free. “Fuck, Nell—” I’ve never heard his voice sound so rough. “You weren’t supposed to be so good at this.” As I watch, he rips off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down his hips enough to expose his hard, leaking cock.

He’s bigger than I would’ve thought, given his slim frame. But fuck if that doesn’t make it better—and worse—to passively watch him with my hands loosely curled over my head.

He grabs my hips, rearranging my thighs around him, and the moment he lines up against me and sinks in, I lose it.

My breath leaves me in a gasp, back arching, as Amir thrusts deep without hesitation. My eyes close, but there’s no reprimand. Only Amir’s murmuring praise as he fucks me. “That’s it. My perfect girl, you did so good,” he praises, not even trying to make this last. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to get off from treating me like his perfect, broken doll, but here he is, already struggling to fuck me in a steady rhythm.

Not that I mind.