Doll House – Ba
The heavy silence of the bedroom was broken only by the slowing rhythm of breath, the air thick with the copper tang of sweat and the musk of raw sex. Baby Kay lay still for a moment, the weight of Thing 2 pinning her to the mattress, his chest heaving against hers in mechanical syncopation. A dull, throbbing heat radiated from her core, a lingering reminder of the brutal, piston-like efficiency she had demanded. She shifted her hips, testing the ache between her thighs, a sharp friction that made her hiss through her teeth. It was a good pain, a visceral proof of ownership stamped into her flesh. She pushed at Thing 2’s shoulders, a signal for him to move. He didn’t hesitate, rolling off her with the fluid obedience of a well-oiled machine, his …