Page 30 of Possession

Her mouth falls open. “Of course.”

I sigh as the air thickens between us.

“I just want to protect him,” she blurts, and her flush deepens.

My finger strokes her heated cheek, and a small puff of air escapes her lips, a clear indicator to the effect I have on her.

“I know you do, baby.”

Her tense body relaxes slightly.

“But you can’t come storming in here. Especially when I’m in the middle of a meeting.” I leave my voice firm. Even though I don’t fucking care about the meeting, I don’t let on it’s meaningless compared to her and my son.

She glances down at her feet. “I understand.”

“I should punish you.” My fingers tremble as I stroke over her skin. I want to punish her. Need to punish her. Yet, I’d rather give her pleasure. Another first for me.

I shake my head at the notion, unwilling to acknowledge it.

“Is your pussy sore?” The thought of her still feeling where my cock powered into her tight cunt has it thickening in my slacks.

“Ye-yes.”

I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and her brown eyes latch onto mine, anchoring me, pleading with me to show mercy when every part of me screams to unleash, to break her.

Maybe I could have both. Maybe I could show her how I feel while delivering what I need.

“Take off your shorts and panties and lean over my desk. I want to see my little doll’s pussy.”

Her chest rises and her gaze darts to my desk. Noticing the pile of paperwork preventing her from finding a spot to follow my command, I swipe the contents to the floor and nod for her to undress.

Her coy smile has my blood pumping. My cock is going in her pussy, no matter how sore she is. It’s all I’ve been able to think about: her small whimpers and cries of pain and the way her cunt wrapped around me like a vise as I took what I needed from her, and she allowed it. My perfect little submissive doll.

I step back, and she drops her shorts and panties to the floor. “Unbutton your shirt, Little Doll. Let Daddy see those little tits.”

Her fingers shake as she opens each button, exposing more and more of her olive skin as she does, then she discards the shirt to the floor too.

“Lean over the desk,” I demand.

She audibly swallows, and I revel in her nervousness, but she complies without hesitation, and my cock spurts with excitement.

Unbuckling my belt, I tug it from my pants, not missing the shiver racking her slight frame as I do so.

My mouth waters to taste her, and when I kick her feet apart, her swollen pussy is barely visible, but enough to make me reconsider my actions. I ignore the foreign feeling of guilt as eagerness to taste her pumps through my veins like an uncontrollable poison, filling them with hostility and annoyance at the way my body begs for hers. The way I lose my carefully constructed control around her and question everything I’ve ever known is confusing. It’s dangerous and destructive, but I’m not even willing to attempt to stop it. Not when I want her so much.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Little Doll. Now Daddy is going to punish you.”

I fold the belt in half. “I’m going to whip your ass, and you’re going to apologize after each lash. Do you understand?” I trail my finger over her ass cheek, delighting in the goose bumps spreading over her skin like a wildfire.

“Ye-yess.”

Taking a step back, I raise the belt and swipe it through the air, and the crack on her ass forces her body to buck. When she cries out, my cock leaks in my boxers. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy.” A sob erupts from her, and a thrill of excitement surges through me.

I repeat the motion.

CRACK.

She sniffles as she gathers her words. “I’m sorry.”

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