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[Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting]

Evanescence "Evan" Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These "Eternity Woman" are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to "use" them. 

There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You "play" with them.

But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life?

That’s for Evan to find out.

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EXCERPT:

"Raise your hips," he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding.

Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner.

Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act.

As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.'

"May I?" he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it.

She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done.

"F*ck me, Evan."

The CEO's Seductive Doll

Evan looked away, trying to hide his cheeks that were slowly turning red.

"I can see the merit in it," he admitted after a moment of contemplation.

"You truly are an exhibitionist!"

"Wha--" Evan's head snapped in her direction, spluttering incredulously as he was clearly taken aback by her accusation against him.

But in the end, Evan sighed in defeat and nodded begrudgingly.

"Yes," he sighed heavily. "Yes, I am."

Eternity stepped out of the employees' restroom, making sure to gargle and brush her teeth (she brought a hygiene kit at work) to make herself presentable so no trace of their attempted office sex would leave a visible mark on her.

"D!" a voice called out, too loudly even if it sounded like it only came from a few feet away from her. "What a coincidence!"

To be Under the Owner