Possession, p.20
POSSESSION, page 20
Rafael stares down at him, transfixed. “I don’t want nannies.” His eyes shoot up to meet mine. “I don’t want nannies, Ellie. I want this.” He nods down at Hudson, and my heart soars. He wants to be a father. To be the man he craves to be, not the man expected of him.
“I mean, technically, I’m your nanny.” I chew on my bottom lip. “If you still want me?”
He backs me up against the wall, shifting Hudson to rest in one arm. My breath hitches when he bends down and presses his lips against mine.
“No nannies.” Our eyes meet, and my heart hammers at the intensity between us. “Just you, the mother of my children.” I crash my lips against his and wrap my arms around his neck as our tongues glide together.
Pulling back, I’m breathless as I stare into his lust-filled eyes, then my gaze latches on to the tattoo creeping up his neck. I reach out and stroke over the trail of bloody fingerprints, a reminder of our first night together. Goose bumps spread over his skin, and he hisses between gritted teeth, then snaps his hand out, gripping my wrist to stop me from touching him further.
His cold eyes glare down at me, and I swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s like he’s shut down; he’s gone from being caring to being cold in the blink of an eye. “Go get in the shower on all fours.”
He steps back, then moves around me, leaving me feeling cold at his rejection, and I wrap my arms around myself to bring me comfort before moving toward the bathroom.
“Papa’s never going to be without you again, Hudson,” he whispers as he places our son in his crib.
His words send a chill through my body as I walk away.
Chapter Forty-Four
Rafael
Her touch still scorches my skin as I watch my son sleep blissfully in his crib, blowing bubbles as he does so. He has my hair, but the feel of it is silky like his mom’s, and I find myself hoping he opens his eyes for me to see the color. Yet anxiety creeps up my spine at the prospect of when he does he might cry and I won’t know what to do, but I’m determined to learn.
I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never held a baby. It wasn’t until Oliver was much older that I allowed myself to hold him, but I want things to be different this time around. I’ve witnessed my brother find happiness with Jade and their daughter Faith, something I long for with Ellie and Oliver, now Hudson too.
How she could so easily slip beneath my skin and worm her way inside me without so much as a punishment for her taking my son away from me had my blood boiling. If she thinks she can act like she didn’t destroy me and Oliver, then she can think again.
I bend down and breathe in the scent of my son, placing a gentle kiss on his head, so not to disturb him, then I go in search of his mother.
My footing falters and my heart skips a beat as I enter the bathroom. She’s naked, on all fours in the shower, compliant and ready for the taking.
I waste no time stripping naked, my cock rock hard and dripping with hunger to fill her pussy.
Stepping inside, I switch on the water of the first jet, and it allows me to wash myself without the spray touching her. She glances over her shoulder and licks her lips when I pump my thickness in my hand. “Head down, ass in the air.” Washing away the suds, I switch off the water and kneel behind her, and I revel in the dried, bloodied cum painted around her ass. I crack my neck from side to side, then take her hair in my hand and wrap it around my fist, and she whimpers at my abrasiveness. Then I smack my palm down on her ass hard, leaving a mark as she cries out.
“Cry for Daddy.” Smack.
She weeps as my palm leaves another imprint on her ass. Smack.
My cock jumps at the redness covering her soft globes. Smack.
“Cry for Daddy while he spanks you. Punishes you for leaving him.” Smack.
My palm burns and her ass glows, then I slam my cock inside her with brute force. She falls forward, so I pin her down by her neck, holding her in place as I fuck into her ruthlessly. Her soft walls clamp around me, and I clench my teeth at the hold she has over me. The way she can bring me to orgasm so fast, to lose control so quickly, angers me.
“You got anything to say to Daddy, Little Doll?”
“I-I—”
I smack her ass again, and she sobs, her hands clawing at the tiled floor effortlessly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you going to be Daddy’s good girl?”
“Yes. I’m yours, Daddy.”
Her admittance has my balls drawing up and my head falling back as I close my eyes and give in to the sensation of bliss engulfing my body. I pump inside her, my hips becoming slower as my cum floods her womb, coating her walls.
Then I pull out to watch my cum slip from her, and irritation floods my bloodstream.
Standing, a filthy thought flashes into my mind: I need to wash away my little doll’s sins, and what better way to do it than in my warmth. “Part your ass cheeks for me, Little Doll.”
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Daddy’s going to clean you for him. I’m going to wash away your sins, Little Doll.”
A strangled sob leaves her throat, but she does as I ask and kneels once again, then pulls her ass cheeks apart for me. The sight has my cock jumping to attention, so I need to act fast before what I’m about to do becomes near on impossible.
Looming above her, I direct my cock over her asshole, let my bladder open, and my piss splashes over her hole, washing away her transgressions and our mistakes, wiping away every tarnished memory. “Oh god,” she pants, and I realize my little doll is getting off on the degradation of the act. My cock stiffens, and I rasp as it becomes increasingly difficult to piss.
It sprays down and over her swollen pussy, and my eyes roll with the degrading pleasure.
“Turn the fuck around and show me what I own.”
She turns on her knees and stares up at me with those wide brown eyes that consumed my nightmares of potentially never seeing her again.
She rests her hands on her thighs, and I lick my lips. She’s completely at my mercy and never leaving me again. I finally have everything I ever wanted at my disposal, and now I need her to feel my possession.
“Arch your back, baby.”
Her eyebrows furrow, but she complies, giving me the perfect view of the bloodied “Daddy’s possession. Mine” coating her chest. I aim my cock over it, then piss. My lust-filled eyes flicker from her innocent face to the swell of her tits, marking her luscious body as mine, bathing in my very existence.
Her nipples peak, and bubbles of milk have my mouth watering. I aim my cock at them and try to contain the growl lodged in my throat.
The piss mixing with the trickle of milk and smearing of blood creates a potent blend I intend on exploring at a later date.
For now, I simply revel in the splendor.
As the flow comes to a stop, I step back, and my body relaxes under the knowledge that she’s mine once again.
“Now, clean me.” A chill spreads over her body, but my little doll does as I ask. She grips onto my thighs and her breath fans over me. While I grip my cock, her little tongue darts out and licks the drops of piss that have trickled down my shaft. She circles my balls and follows the line of the thick veins traveling toward the head, then she dips her tongue into the slit, causing me to grunt at her attention to detail while she sucks on the head, lavishing it with equal hunger.
“Good little doll,” I praise with one hand on her head, stroking over her silky locks.
Her eyes twinkle and a sharp pain lances through my chest at the realization that she has pretty little golden flecks in her eyes; how did I not see this before now?
As she submits so beautifully, I stare into her eyes, and her guilt and regret swims in them so powerful I feel a pain in my chest that has me wanting to reassure and forgive her, but can I do it so easily? When she tore my world apart and stole my son from me.
She sinks back onto her knees in defeat, as if hearing my thoughts, so I push them aside and turn on the water. I coat her skin in my body wash and scrub away anything that has touched her that’s not mine.
I lavish her with praise as I wash her hair and condition it with tenderness, hoping my touch brings her as much comfort as she brings me.
“Never again, Little Doll.”
“I promise, Daddy,” she whispers before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Never again.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Ellie
Rafael sits on the chair in the corner of the room, watching me feed Hudson. His eyes bore into me, and I know he’s still angry, and I don’t blame him, but I’m angry too. I’m trapped in a life I want, but as the person I don’t want to be.
He spreads his legs wide, and his erection peeks out from the top of his boxers, and I squirm under his possessive scrutiny.
Once he finished washing me last night, he wrapped me in towels, sat me on the counter, and brushed my teeth. Then he spread my legs, plugged my pussy, followed by brushing my hair, then placed me in bed. He didn’t join me, instead he pulled a chair into the corner of the room beside the nursery and told me to go to sleep. I was too tired to argue and fell into a deep slumber until he woke me half an hour ago for Hudson’s 2:00 a.m. feeding.
Sighing, I stroke over the top of Hudson’s head as his sleepy mouth barely suckles any longer, then I let my nipple slip from his lips while I place him on my shoulder to pat his back. Rafael’s sharp intake of breath has me stilling. When I glance in his direction, his hand is stroking over the fabric of his cock, and I can’t say that I’m disappointed. I relish it, in fact.
“Could you take him from me?”
His hand stops, and he jumps up from the chair. “Of course. Come on, little man.” The nickname he uses warms me; it’s the same one I use for Oliver. Rafael slips his hand between me and Hudson, expertly positioning him against his chest as he strides back toward the nursery.
“When can I see Oliver?”
He stills on my words, and my heart plummets at the way his muscles tense under the dim lighting.
“I’ve missed him, Rafael.”
He scoffs. “Did you just decide that?”
I grind my jaw so hard my teeth ache, but I allow his comment, and he continues into the nursery, whispering to Hudson softly.
Slipping the strap of my camisole back in place, I glance up toward the doorway to find Rafael watching me, his jaw stubbornly set. “You broke my son’s heart, Ellie.”
My breath hitches, and I swallow back the tears threatening to spill over. I knew I would hurt Oliver by leaving, but I thought I was doing the right thing for all of us, and when I found out I was pregnant, it only solidified that decision. I didn’t want my baby to be brought up in the same cruel world. I didn’t want him to become the bastard child who would be an outcast. He deserved more; we both did.
“What about you?”
He reels back, and his eyes narrow. “What about me?”
“You said I broke Oliver’s heart. What about yours?”
His Adam’s apple slowly slides down his throat. “Is that what you need to hear, Little Doll? That I cried for you?” His tone has turned mocking, and it angers me that he’s turning this into something so trivial.
“Don’t be an ass, Rafael,” I snipe back. “You made me the other woman and expected me to be happy with it, without any discussion or thought as to how I felt. You knew my feelings on that. I told you!” I point at him as my voice rises.
“There was never another woman.” He steps forward, closing the nursery door behind him. “There was only ever you,” he grits out.
I scoff a patronizing laugh. “You have a fucking wife, Rafael! You have a family I’m not a part of.”
“Is that why you left? Mm, because of that fucking photo?” He tilts his head from side to side as if trying to understand me. “You broke our fucking hearts over a photo.” His admission at his heart breaking is lost on me because he’s missing the point.
“No.”
“No? Then help me fucking understand why you did what you did and stole my baby from me.” The veins on his temple pulsate, every vein protruding ferociously.
“You lied to me; you told me your wife was dead!” I scream back at him.
“She’s fucking dead to me!” He points to his chest.
I shake my head at his half-ass comment. “But she’s very much alive, Rafael. She’s Oliver’s mother, and she’s the one by your side, not me. She’s the one your son will call mommy, not me. And where does that leave me, huh? Your whore?” He flinches, but I continue. “Your mistress. The one person I never wanted to be.” My voice crumbles, but I clear my throat. “Where does that leave our son? A bastard?”
“Don’t you fucking call him that!” he snipes back at me, his stare murderous. “Don’t you dare call him that!”
A strangled laugh catches in my throat. “That’s what he is. That’s what we will always be. Nothing more.”
“My children will stand by my side. They’ll be my fucking legacy, each and every one of them equal.” He drags a hand through his hair. “Just like my father did with us.”
“I saw you leave her room, Rafael.” My lip wobbles. “You didn’t sleep with me, but you left her room the next morning, then fucked me after.” My breath hitches from clogged emotion, but I continue on, knowing I have to get it all out to justify my actions. “I heard her say ‘Go and wash away your sins, Rafael. Go and wash away my touch.’”
Rafael blinks, then blinks again, as if stupefied. “Jesus. You think I fucked her?” His face twists in disgust.
“I went in there to fucking threaten her, Ellie.” He waves his hand toward the door.
“I went in there and got exactly what I wanted.”
My throat goes dry. “Wh-what did you want?”
“Full custody of Oliver.”
My heart races erratically.
“She had one fucking request. She wanted me to take her to some fucking event as a family. Said it was to have one last day with Oliver.”
Tears fall down my cheeks, and I swipe them away. “She played us,” I snivel.
Rafael grinds his jaw. “Yeah, she fucking did.” Then he sighs heavily. “If you’d have come to me. Fucking asked me, Ellie. I could have told you! I wouldn’t have missed your pregnancy, missed my son’s birth. Have you any fucking idea how that makes me feel?” He stabs his finger into his chest, and guilt combined with sickness rushes through me.
“I’m so sorry.” My eyes search his, desperate for his forgiveness.
He swallows harshly as he stares back at me with hurt and fury, both of them justified.
My heart shatters into a thousand pieces at the realization. “I’m so sorry, Rafael.”
Rafael
All this fucking time, she thought I cheated on her. Just another reason for her to run, among the many others. A part of me wants to hate her for the pain she caused, but the other wants to love her and lavish her in my obsession.
“I’m so sorry, Rafael.” And I believe her, I believe my little doll when she tells me she’s sorry; I see it written as clear as day on her pretty little face.
I kneel on the bed and cup her face in the palms of my hands, using my thumbs to swipe away her tears. “I’m sorry you thought those things, Ellie.” It guts me she thinks I cheated, that I was capable of that when I hold everything I’ve ever wanted in the palms of my hands. Her eyes glimmer, the innocence in them obvious. She’s young and ran, made a dumb mistake that cost us both severely. But I know deep down she’s sorry and that she’s mine. “I only ever wanted you.” My voice is a whisper. Then I lick my lips. “Know your fucking worth, Ellie.” Her eyes flare, and she jolts as I stare at her. “Know your worth, because I know it.” A whimper leaves her lips. “I know you’re strong, independent, caring, and honest and, above all, I know you love with everything you have.” I swipe her tears away again. “Be the woman you were destined to be. Be my everything.” She nods, and I take a moment before I tell her my plan, the plan all along. “I want you to adopt him, Ellie. I want you to be Oliver’s mom. He wants that too.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, her lip wobbles, and I crash my lips against hers, sending her falling back onto the mattress. Our kiss is rugged, sloppy, and desperate. Pulling back, I stare at her swollen lips. “Say yes, Little Doll.”
She licks her lips. “Yes, Raf.”
My eyes widen at the nickname. It’s something nobody has ever attempted before now, but I need to hear it again. “Say it again.” I grind my cock against her pussy.
She rolls her lip between her teeth painfully slowly before she complies. “Yes, Raf. I want to be Oliver’s mommy too.”
I hold her head in place while I deliver another kiss to her lips before peppering them over her jaw, down the column of her throat, and over her chest. Her heart hammers beneath my touch, and I salivate, thinking about tasting her tits.
“Show me your body, Little Doll. Show Daddy what he created.” I sit back on my heels, allowing her to sit up and remove her top. Her tits bounce now, no longer tiny. They hold weight to them, milk for our son.
Milk for me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I stand to push down my boxers and kick them to the side before climbing back on the bed. “Slip your plug out.” She opens her legs slightly, but I’m unable to see. “Open them up, let Daddy see.” I stroke my cock at the delicious sight of her removing the plug that keeps my cum inside her. “Lick it clean, Little Doll.” My eyes flare as she sucks the pink plug into her mouth, and the way her lips stretch over it has pre-cum dripping from my tip.
“Daddy’s dirty little doll.” I grin as I position my cock at her entrance. She bands her arms around my shoulders, pulling me toward her, and I allow it as I slide inside my little doll with ecstasy.
Chapter Forty-Six
Rafael
Her nails dig into my shoulders encouragingly, but I take my sweet ass time, delighting in the little mewls of dissatisfaction that leave her lips when I avoid her nipples with my kisses. I know I’m shocking her; I’ve never fucked anyone slow in my life, but I want to show her I’m capable of being the man she needs me to be, the man she deserves.
