Page 22 of Possession

Islam my door shut and stride toward her side of the SUV, opening the door before she gets the chance. Then I hold out my hand and the moment her delicate one slips into mine, a fierce inferno of desire coupled with ownership sparks a fire in my bloodstream. A need to tie her to me, to have her by my side and in my bed for an eternity is a feeling so strong my chest becomes constricted.

“Rafael, are you okay?” she whispers, breaking me from my inner struggle.

“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?”

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