Ryan

 

 

 

I find my doll standing naked in my office, her bruised backside turned toward me as she leans to the side, shifting her hips in a way that makes her perky ass look so delicious that I can barely contain myself.

It becomes easier when I realize what she's doing. I heard the phone ringing, but only three or four times before the sound died and was replaced by the soft tone of her voice.

"Hello," she said, sounding like someone who was expecting to receive this call.

I lean against the door frame, paralyzed but curious. A few moments of silence pass before I hear a male voice on the other end of the call. I don't have to stand near her to know that it's Lemon she's talking to.

"This is Laura Brown," she says, as if it was the most natural thing. She adds a chuckle. "Yes, the waitress. May I ask who I'm speaking to?"

I can't help but let out a little snort myself. She hears me and turns around in an instant, casting me a frightened look. Her face relaxes when she sees me smiling.

"Mr. Lemon," she says, grinning at me. "Oh, yes, Mr. Hawkins has mentioned you. No, he's fine. You have no reason to worry."

I can hear Lemon raging at the other end of the line, but Laura remains calm, nodding and smiling at me as she listens to his outburst.

"Mr. Hawkins is a little preoccupied right now," she says at one point, interrupting Lemon. "But I will let him know you called, and I promise you that he'll get back to you before the day ends. Is there a message for him?"

I can't help but laugh at this point. There she is, my beautiful, perfect doll, standing in the middle of the chaos that has become my life during the past few days, her delicious body exposed and looking as perfect as it can be while the warm sunlight reflects off her light skin, talking to my assistant as if she's been working as my secretary for years. The sight of her is so insanely mesmerizing that it almost makes me feel dizzy.

"Yes, the acquisition," she says, as if she knew exactly what she's talking about. "No, Mr. Lemon, I can assure you that he has not forgotten about it, and yes, I will let him know. He will get back to you tonight, I promise."

With that she ends the call, putting the phone aside and looking at me with crystal clear eyes.

"Lemon says to call him back," she says in a matter-of-fact tone. "He said that the meeting you fucked up by not appearing has been rescheduled for next week."

She pauses, clearing her throat, before she adds, "And to let you know that he'll cut off your balls if you fail to show up again."

We both stare at each other, testing the atmosphere between us without words, before we both break out in laughter in unison.

"Come here," I say, opening my arms for her. "Come here, my doll."

She approaches me with slow and deliberate steps, her eyes glued on mine and a coy smile on her face. I wrap my arms around her naked body. She's covered in goosebumps and her skin is so cold that it makes me shiver.

"He sounded angry," she says, her voice muffled as her face is pressed against my chest. "And concerned."

I scoot her up in my arms. "Let's put some clothes on you, my doll. You're freezing."

"I was trying to find something to wear," she says. "But the phone call stopped me."

Our eyes meet as I carry her out of my office, unsure how to feel about what just happened. I thought I'd be angry. I know I was furious and in a panic when I woke up and didn't find her next to me. I thought she had run away from me, just like Sandria had. I felt betrayed and lost, thinking she may have tricked me into sleeping with her, just waiting for me to doze off so she could sneak out and get away from me.

I thought I had lost her forever.

But Laura surprised me. Her intentions may have been similar to what I first suspected, but she didn't make a run for it as soon as she could. She didn't cry for help, run out of the house toward the street, waving her arms in a desperate attempt to get attention from the first car that drives by. It may have been modesty that held her back, but she's still here.

Instead of running, she did what I haven't been able to do for days. She picked up my phone and faced the problems that haunt me on the outside world. And she did it in a manner that impressed and amused me at the same time. I will never forget the picture of her standing naked in my office, her body marked with signs of my obsessive love for her while she engages in a conversation I never thought I would ever witness.

I carry her over to my bedroom, enjoying the view of her face beaming as she sees it for the first time.

"You have such a lovely home," she whispers.

I let her down and walk over to my closet to gather the clothes she was wearing the day I brought her here. They are cleaned and ironed, but when I turn around to present them to her, she doesn't look as happy as I thought she'd be.

"I'll take my underwear," she says, grabbing her panties from the top of the pile. "But, um.... I was hoping you'd give me something of yours."

I watch as she steps into her cute lacy thong, still keeping her eyes on me, just as I taught her on our first date together.

"Something of mine?" I ask.

She blushes and it's the cutest sight.

"Yes, like a sweater or T-shirt or something," she utters. "Like... a boyfriend kind of thing."

I raise an eyebrow at her and she raises her hands in defense.

"I mean, I know you're not my boyfriend, but I-"

"You'll get your sweater, doll," I say, interrupting her with a peck on the lips before I turn back to the closet to give my doll what she deserves.