The Tyrant's Comfort Doll Novels & Stories

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

Her silent pleas and her tears did nothing to stop him. Her once beautiful, lustrous hair. The silky hair that she had always been proud of, was now covered in shit. Every strand, from root to tip. And that wasn't all, her neck was adorned with it too. Then Tylian gave her a gift box. Inside was an orange-colored dildo. That same subordinate took the dildo from her and dipped it into the fresh cow dung, before handing it back to her. "You have two choices." said Tylian. "Either have that shitty dick fuck your mouth or... any of the two holes down there."

Bella squealed, "Oh-Em-Gee! Tyler Wright bought you a sex toy! What kind? I have to see it. Did you try it? Is that why you ran into the bathroom to shower as soon as you got home last night? I thought you just really wanted to get in bed. You sneaky bitch! I have to know all the details." And just like that all the awkwardness was gone, replaced with laughter and girlish giggles which reminded me of the way we'd been when we had first met as young teens. "It's a really pretty vibrator. It's purple and soft and really, really works, if you know what I mean." Bella squealed again and clapped her hands as she bounced in her seat. I grinned so hard my face ached. I finished with the towels as

His boots were already removed but he hesitated a second before he joined me. “I figured this will make it a bit easier and help you before your heat hits.” “Okay.” Tyrone parted the folds of the box and then tipped it over, making the contents fall out onto the blanket. There was a big box and two smaller boxes, one pink and one purple. He picked up the big box and opened it, revealing the item inside. “This is called a dildo,” he said softly, placing it on the palm of his hand. “It’s the same size as my cock. This”—he held up a black pump-thingy—“this is to inflate the knot.”

I was a mess, my pussy already weeping into my lace thong, the heavy ache in my core becoming more unbearable with every brush of his skin against mine. Tyler saw it. He always was quick to study. He walked to the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and turned the deadbolt with a final, echoing thud. "I'm going to teach you how these toys work," he said, pulling a small, egg-shaped vibrator from his pocket. It was silver and looked innocent enough. "Everything in here is a tool. But a tool is only as good as the person wielding it." He grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto a sturdy display table, knocking over a display of lubricants. My skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing my trembling t

It’s just like Mickey Mouse having Ratatouille as a pet. “Ehem!!” I narrowed my eyes as I realized that Tyler’s holding Taylor—no, not holding. He was hugging the wolf stuff toy. “EHEM!!!” But the Stormbringer, whose breath reek of alcohol, just snored in answer. I didn’t try so much as clear my throat for the fourth time. This queen-size bed of gilded shade used to be big for me. But with Tyler’s wolf form, only a quarter of it remained mine. The rest was occupied by the sleeping white demon of a dog.

Howard lurched forward and missed, ending up on the floor with his legs split, looking comical and silly. One of his men even burst out laughing at the sight. Ashamed, Howard yelled furiously, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Everyone immediately fell silent. Tyler was all tied up, but he didn't look one bit like a prisoner. Instead, he looked like a mighty king, looking down on his subjects as he said leisurely, "Sorry, it was classical conditioning." Howard stood up wordlessly from the ground, grabbed a bat from one of his men, and smashed Tyler's knees hard with it. Tyler's knees buckled as he knelt to the ground. He bore with the pain, his deep, dark eyes gleaming in the dim

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

She took a deep breath, heat rising in her cheeks as she slowly got down on her knees. He watched her with a predatory gaze, his voice low and commanding. “Good girl, now crawl to me.” He leaned back against the leather chair, his eyes never leaving her as she hesitantly crawled towards him. “That’s my doll.” He reached down, running his hand through her hair possessively. Her cheeks flushed deeper. Rhys caressed her ear. “Unzip my pants.” Her hands trembled, the wetness between her legs was making it hard as she fumbled with the zip of his slacks. And when she unzipped, her eyes widened at the sight of his hardened length.

Both their mother and Elliott ran to see the monster. It was a porcelain African mask of a devil and it lay shattered on the tiled floor. "Oh My God! You girls are so grounded. You don’t go about smashing people's things." Constance yelled ignoring their teary faces. "Mom we are sorry, we were so scared, we thought it would eat us." Mary said rubbing her running nose.