Possession, p.7
POSSESSION, page 7
“Of course.” My voice comes across as unsure, husky.
“I don’t have to stay here.” She glances toward the house.
My hand tightens on hers. She’s never fucking leaving; what the hell is she thinking? “You’re staying,” I snap. Then, with my thumb, I tilt her chin up to face me. “This is your home now.” She sways under my commanding stare, then nods as if seeing there’s no point in fighting me. She’ll never win. “Come on.” I lean over her and grab her small backpack, then head toward the front door.
The moment she steps foot into my home, my pulse settles, I’m in control here. I know I can keep her safe.
She spins on her heels to face me. “Is Oliver in bed?”
“He is,” I confirm. “Rosalita settled him.”
Her eyes dart away, and I feel the need to reassure her, so I trail my finger down her cheek. “You aren’t going to leave us again, are you, Little Doll?” My tone is laced in a warning, one she understands well, given the way her throat bobs.
“No,” she whispers.
“Good girl, now go upstairs to your room.”
She does as she’s told and climbs the stairs while I follow behind. Watching her small ass bounce with each step has my cock hard as granite, the tip rubbing against my belt and forcing me to grit my teeth at the sensation and the need to take out my aggravation on her.
When we turn into her room, my cock leaks with enthusiasm. The door clicks shut, and I drop her bag to the floor. She remains frozen as she takes in what I’ve arranged for her.
Lilac freesias adorn every surface of her room. I step forward until her back hits my chest, then curl my arm around her waist and tug her tightly against me. “I watched the footage back and saw how much you liked those flowers. The way you blushed when he gifted you one, I was angry, with both of you, Little Doll.” She sucks in a sharp breath and shudders. “Do you like what I’ve created, what I gifted you too?” My cock stands to full attention, and I refrain from grinding it into her back for relief and wait for her response.
When she moves, I allow her to, dropping my hands to my sides as I stand uncomfortably. I have never bought a woman flowers in my entire life, let alone a room full of them. Nervousness bubbles inside me, not something I’m used to, so I stuff my hands into my pockets while I wait for a reaction.
She swallows, and her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink I’ve come to adore. “They’re beautiful, thank you.” There’s a repute on the tip of my tongue to tell her she’s the one that’s beautiful, but I stop myself. I’m not a pussy, nor do I intend to be one.
“What now?” She fidgets with her hands in front of her.
“Now Daddy’s going to fill your little cunt with his cock.” Her breath hitches, the sound like a drug, and I’m the addict eager for his next fix.
I step forward, and the way I loom over her petite frame sends a bolt of excitement through me. “Such a perfect little doll,” I coo as I stroke her silky locks between my thick fingers, relishing the comforting feel.
“Will it hurt?”
My balls draw up with a need to ravish, mark, and destroy her little body until it breaks, then tenderly kiss her back together, caring for her in a way so foreign it has my boxers flooding with pre-cum.
“I don’t do gentle, and I can’t wait to have the blood of your innocence coating my cock, where it belongs.” I stroke down her face, over her jawline, and my thumb grazes her bottom lip, the one that stretched around me so well. Like a good little doll wanting to please her daddy.
She trembles and I revel in it. “May-maybe I need a safe word.”
My lip curls in disdain. “No safe words, my pretty little doll because, simply, you won’t be safe. Daddy wants to break you. Just imagining it gets me so fucking hard.” I take her small hand and place it over my solid cock, delighting in the gasp that leaves her little lips, the sensation almost overpowering.
With my hand covering hers, I pump my length through my pants.
“Oh god,” she breathes. “Youuu-you want to break me?”
A sadistic chuckle erupts from my chest. “I’m going to do more than break you. I’m going to tear your pretty little cunt apart, shatter and destroy you. Then I’m going to fix my little doll back together, piece by piece. I’m going to show you just how much I possess you.”
“What if I don’t want you to break me? What if I don’t like what you’re going to do to me?”
“You will,” I say with confidence as her pupils dilate. “You’ll love it.”
“What if I just say no? Instead of a safe word, I can say no?”
I let out a maniacal sneer, and my cock jumps, causing her stunning eyes to widen like a deer in the headlights. “I’ll just fuck you harder.” My voice is deep, cold, and sadistic, but I speak the truth, every word of it.
She tilts her head to the side, appearing deep in thought. “You like being told no?”
I step back, disconnecting us, but I do it for a reason. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread, and I need her consent before I ruin her. Ruin me.
I tip her chin up to face me, and the way her neck strains to accommodate my action has my cock throbbing. I’ve never felt so much attraction to anyone before, and I’ve never felt the pure unadulterated need to fuck someone so hard, as if punishing them for forcing me to want them so badly.
“The moment you say yes, you say it to everything I have to offer. I like to fuck hard, Ellie. So fucking hard, you’re going to hurt. I want to use all your holes, but most of all, I want your pleasure. I want you to want it all. I want you to scream no for me when you really mean yes. No will get you fucked harder. No will make me unravel. No frees my beast, Little Doll.”
She swallows, and I feel it all the way down to my balls. Fuck, I need her. I need her in my bed, by my side, and with a baby in her belly, securing our future together.
The atmosphere surrounding us feels catalytic, like our dynamic could change at any moment, and I’m eager for it, desperate. Placing my palm on her cheek, I relish the way she turns into my touch. “Say yes,” I murmur so low I’m unsure if she heard me.
My throat constricts, waiting for her to respond. Our gazes remain locked, her eyes telling me a thousand things, each of her thoughts full of uncertainty, full of a need to be protected by the man who promises to break her. “You’re my little doll to protect. My little doll to care for. All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she replies, taking my breath away. “Yes, Rafael.”
My spine straightens. Does she mean it? Is she giving me the control I crave, the desire to possess her like she possesses me.
“Louder!”
She slowly licks her lips, and the movement has anticipation thrumming through my entire body.
“Yes! I’m yours, Rafael.”
I grab her beneath her arms, hoisting her up without trying. Then I launch her onto the bed, and she bounces on the mattress with a playful smile encompassing her pretty face.
“Strip naked for me. Let me see my little doll bare.” My voice comes out with a bite to it, giving away exactly how I feel—unhinged.
A need to dominate her burns me from the inside, causing the room to radiate with the sexual tension I’m feeling.
“I’m about to break you, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
Chapter Twelve
Ellie
“Strip naked for me. Let me see my little doll bare.” My breath catches in my throat. “I’m about to break you, and you’re going to love every second of it.” Holy shit, I want that.
Every word Rafael uttered sent a thrill of desire through me. The way he explained how he wants to use me like nothing more than a doll, had my panties soaked and my thighs clenching. I want that. I want to give myself over to this brooding, powerful, filthy man. The thought of him using me, then showing me a tenderness I am almost positive is reserved solely for me, drives me to scramble back on my elbows and fumble with unbuttoning my blouse. I can’t believe I’m doing this, handing myself over to a deadly Mafia man that has so much power it oozes from him. He’s literally killed someone for looking at me. He’s told me he wants to tear me apart, that he won’t be gentle, and we won’t have safe words. I’m about to give him my virginity, and yet, I can’t think of anyone more deserving.
The way his stare penetrates my soul, holding it captive, has my heart racing and my pussy dripping. His dark eyes surge through my skin, pulling out my soul, devouring me, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
I slip the blouse off my shoulders.
“The skirt.” His heavy breaths fill the air. “Do the skirt next.” His gaze never wavers as he strokes over his solid length, and I gulp at the size of it constrained behind his pants. I slip my zipper down and scoot my ass out of the skirt, dropping it over the edge of the bed to the floor.
“Your bra. Slip those little tits over the top of your bra first.” His tone is full of need, a raw edge to it, promising me the fervor he’s promised.
His pupils dilate and his jaw tightens as I slowly slip the bra to rest below my tits, pushing my small tits up and causing my nipples to peak. He audibly swallows, and I rejoice in it. The way he’s clearly struggling gives me the confidence I would normally lack. “Fuck, I bet I could fit it all in my mouth.” His Adam’s apple slides down his throat and his chest heaves.
“Open your legs, Little Doll. Let Daddy see your panties.”
I slowly spread them, and his gaze snaps to my cotton panties. My cheeks heat, knowing he can see the damp spot.
He rolls his head from side to side, then unbuttons his shirt, and his focus never leaves my panties. He looks starved, crazed, and angry all rolled into one.
Each slip of a button has my heart beating faster, and when he finally exposes his chest, I suck in a sharp breath at his beauty.
Tattoos cover his chest and stomach, darkening him and only amplifying his already lethal appearance, and yet I itch to explore each of them, to discover the abs and ridges that lie beneath. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I lick my lips with a need to touch him.
“Do it, Little Doll. Touch Daddy if that’s what you want.” His voice is choked, as if this is just as difficult for him as it is for me.
Moving onto my knees, I shuffle toward him, and his eyes dart down to my exposed tits, then back to my face. His hands are curled into tight fists, as if struggling to contain himself, and when I rest my hands on his shoulders, he hisses through his teeth. I start my journey at the barbed wire traveling up one side of his neck and to the back of his ear, then I follow it down to the knuckle dusters and daggers that litter his chest. His warmth seeps into my skin, and his masculine sandalwood scent wraps around me, causing my nipples to ache for his touch. I press a gentle kiss against the cross in the center of his chest, and his body tenses. “Little Doll,” he warns, “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
I bite into my lip to stop myself from giggling.
My fingers glide over his raised flesh. “You have a lot of scars.” My voice is laced with concern I do nothing to conceal. It pains me to see them, knowing he has experienced some form of hurt. A way I could never imagine.
“War wounds,” he quips.
“I don’t like the thought of you being hurt.” My throat clogs with emotion.
A dark chuckle has my gaze snapping to his. “And all this monster wants to do is hurt you, Little Doll.” His finger grazes down my cheek, and as if hypnotized, I turn into his touch.
“I want you to hurt me,” I mutter.
His lip curls up into a smile, and I feel that smile through my body, knowing I put it there, and knowing I pleased him has me desperate to give him so much more.
“Very well.”
His hand leaves my face, and my shoulders fall, then he unbuckles his belt, and my pulse skitters with trepidation. This is it; this is the moment he takes me.
I sit back on my heels, and he tugs the belt from his pants, then shocks me by pulling out a switchblade from his pant pocket and flicking it open, causing anxiety to creep up my spine.
“Lift your hair.”
Using one hand, I lift my hair from my shoulders and hold it up. “Like this?”
“Good.” He slices through my bra, and it falls to the sheets. “Now you’re mine, Little Doll. All fucking mine.”
“Yours.”
“Now, lie down so Daddy can fuck that untouched cunt of yours nice and hard.” My body trembles at the promise in his tone, and I do as he asks. “I’m going to make you bleed, Little Doll. Daddy is going to tear your little pussy open for his cock and force it to be mine.” His lip turns up at the end, and his cock jumps in his pants, and my pussy clenches.
He drops his pants, then pushes down his boxers, exposing the defined V and his solid thick length that drips with pre-cum. My eyes widen at the size of him, now the realization that he’s going to take my virginity has him appearing bigger than ever before. I shift away, nervousness consuming me. How the hell is he going to fit?
His tattooed hand pumps his cock, and he hisses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, you’re going to stretch for me, Ellie. Your little cunt is going to bleed so much for me.”
Oh shit, he’s getting off on this. He likes the thought of me bleeding for him.
“Push your panties to the side. Let Daddy see your little pussy.”
His filthy words send a flurry of excitement through me, wiping out my nervousness. I push the cotton panties to the side. “You’re wet, baby. You’re all wet for Daddy’s cock.” He pumps faster. “Open yourself up nice and wide for Daddy to see your wet cunt.”
“Oh god.”
My hands move quickly, and I part my folds for him.”
“Fuck!” he growls. “You want Daddy’s thick cock to tear your little cunt open, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant out.
“You’re a dirty little fuck doll for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” My chest heaves as wetness slips from me.
“Stroke your nipples, Little Doll. Coat your nipples for me.” I run my fingers through my wetness, then bring them to my nipples. He watches with heavy eyes as I cover them in my wetness. “Play with them while Daddy pushes his big cock inside you.” He mounts the bed and kneels between my legs. The heat radiates from him, and the moment I stroke over my nipples, I buck my hips, desperate for his touch.
His firm hands grip my thighs, and he thrusts my legs open wider, then tears through my panties. His cock leaks a stream of pre-cum onto the mattress, and my insides pulsate with need.
His finger trails down my slit, gliding through my wetness before he pushes it into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re tiny.” He pumps it in and out, watching the motion as he licks his lips. I sag into the mattress when he withdraws his finger, only to tense up again when he replaces it with the thick head of his solid cock.
He strokes the head up and down my slit, and I moan when he circles my clit. “You’re a greedy little slut for Daddy.”
I moan wantonly, and when he slaps his cock against my pussy, I practically buck off the mattress. “Please.”
“You want Daddy to force himself inside you, don’t you?”
“Yesss.”
“That’s right. My innocent little doll is a slut for her daddy, making him jealous.” A thrill shoots up my spine at him admitting that he’s jealous.
He rests the head of his cock at my entrance. “Daddy’s going to take you now, Little Doll. Daddy’s going to make you a big girl.” Our eyes lock, his stare drills into mine with such intensity I find it all-consuming. Every cell in my body is alive, waiting for him to spark the match, to detonate me, to wreck me completely for anyone else.
He inches inside and the stretch of my pussy has me wincing and my hands darting out to grip the sheets.
“Daddy!”
Rafael
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I’ve felt nothing like it before. Her wet little pussy is stretched to capacity, and I’m barely a couple of inches inside and could already blow my fucking load. Maybe I should? Maybe giving her my cum would help ease inside her.
Screw that. I want to come knowing my cum will coat her womb and fill her with my baby—my ultimate goal. “Ahhh, I don’t think you’re going to fit.” She tries to push me away, and I smirk in delight at her lame attempt. Nothing could stop this from happening. Nothing would stop me from taking her now.
I want her to feel every fucking inch of me, to take some of the pain that I endure every day she’s in my vicinity. I thrust a little deeper, enjoying her little whimpers as I ease inside her. Her hands dart out to grab the sheets, and her thighs attempt to close around me.
“Daddy!” she screams as I push another inch inside her, clenching her legs.
“Hold your fucking legs open!” I bark, and she responds like the good girl I know her to be, only adding to exhilaration as my cock throbs with gratitude. Her hands clench her thighs so deep her fingernails will leave marks, and I smirk at the thought. “Hold them up for Daddy. Let me see you.” She moves her hands to accommodate my demand, and I revel in it. The position she’s in exposes her glistening pussy taking my cock, and I push in deeper. “Fuck, that’s tight, baby.” I grunt as my cock sinks inside her deeper.
“Ahhh. It hurts bad.” Her lip wobbles.
My balls draw up. “Shut the fuck up, Little Doll, and take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
My eyes roll in euphoria. I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my entire life. She’s my every-fucking-thing.
“Oh god!” Her eyes widen and her hands come up to my chest, pushing at me, almost tipping me over the edge with her struggle to take me.
I take a hold of her wrists in each hand and pin them beside her head as I thrust deeper until the tip of my cock touches her barrier, the perfect little line I’m about to cross over to make her a woman. My woman, and the mother of my children.
I withdraw to my tip, and a thrill shoots up my spine when her little body sags in relief before I surge forward with such wild abandon, her entire body freezes and her mouth falls open on a silent scream. When the warmth of her virginal blood floods my cock, I’ve no choice but to pump her full of my cum. Thrust after fucking thrust, faster and faster, forcing the headboard to bang against the wall.
