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You felt as though you were floating, no matter how hard you attempted to even raise a hand your limbs were simultaneously led and cotton. How had it happened so fast? Why was your body so hot? You could recall a painful pinch to your neck and then…
Despite how hard it was to move, you jolted at the caress to your stomach.
Right, this was all because of him.
“You’re much more agreeable this way, кукла…” Fyodor cooed as his hand traveled lower—when had you gotten naked? You couldn’t remember as heat continued to blossom where he touched.
You hated that syrupy sweet tone he used, the condescension dripped off every word and he made it glaringly obvious you were ‘below’ him. That you were just some pretty doll he could pull around, pose, and fuck. You hated him, hated how you needed him, hate, hate, hate—
The noises you were making were nothing short of obscene as his fingers worked you open, not that you really needed to be. Whatever Fyodor shot you up with was making you leak heavily between your legs. It was the thought that counted, you figured, better than him shoving his cock into you unprepped like Nikolai would often do.
Almost as if he sensed your mind trying to wander, Fyodor's fingers curled and pressed against your gummy walls. Lithe digits working the bundle of nerves that made you see stars and involuntarily jerk your hips up. Your desperation was palpable, simultaneously chasing your own high while begging him to stop. Cumming meant he won, you didn’t want him to win.
As usual, he didn’t stop. Why would he? You were a doll, an object made in his image for him and him only. You were his in every sense of the word therefore he didn’t have to listen to your wanton moaning of, “no” and “stop”. Who were you to deny your god? Especially when his fingers curled in you in such a way that had you sobbing and gushing around him.
He was your god.
He was your disgusting, mirthful god that revealed in your misery and you worshiped him for it. What other choice did you have? He was merciful enough to bless you with his long fingers inside you, kissing your clit with the tenderness of a lover.
If he was a god, then you were his apostle, whether you had a choice or not.