Page 32 of Possession

Rafael unzips his pants, and before I protest, he’s lined his thick cock up with my pussy and slammed inside me so hard I fall back onto the desk, a scream of pain slicing through me.

I’m still unbelievably tender and sore from him taking my virginity last night, and he’s filled me to the hilt before withdrawing and slamming inside again and again.

“Fuck, that’s it, Little Doll, take Daddy’s big cock in your little girl pussy.” The desk moves under his strong thrusts, and his grunts fill the room while I lie on the desk, unable to move. He uses me like a rag doll, and when he pinches my small nipples, my back arches off the desk and I clench around him. “Fuck, yes, Little Doll. Fuck!” he roars, and his release floods my pussy. I can do nothing but whimper as he withdraws his still-hard cock, leaving his cum trickling out of me.

He tugs me up, and I whimper, then he pushes me to the floor. I grimace at the pain radiating from my ass cheeks, but he seems too far gone in his heightened state of arousal to notice. The way his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate, it becomes apparent he’s enjoying this, and while that should concern me, it actually thrills me that I bring him so much pleasure.

My eyes latch onto a medical dressing on his neck, so I reach out to touch it, but he grips my wrist tightly in his hand. I tilt my head, trying to figure out when he was injured as worry swims in my stomach. “What happened?”

His lip curls into a half smile. “My little doll marked me.” I narrow my eyes, unsure of what he means, then he opens his top button, exposing more of the dressing, and rips it from his skin, causing me to wince while he doesn’t so much as flinch. Small red fingerprints mark his skin, bloodied and smeared. I gasp at the realization he’s replicated our first night together permanently.

“On the floor, Little Doll. Don’t keep me waiting,” he warns, nodding toward the floor.

Like the good submissive I am, I kneel at his feet, and he swipes his dripping cock up and down my cheeks, then over my lips—the act degrading, and yet, I welcome it. His hand tangles in my hair as he yanks my head back, forcing my mouth to fall open. He pumps his cock over my lips. “I’m going to cum on your face now, Little Doll. Daddy’s going to make a mess of you. You’re going to be my little cum slut.” Oh, sweet Jesus. My pussy clenches at his filthy words, and his cum drips from me. He hisses through his teeth, and his fist works quicker and quicker. The angry head of his cock drips pre-cum onto my lips, and his saltiness invades my mouth.

“Fuck, Ellie. You’re so fucking perfect.” Using my name and his sweet endearment has my heart constricting with a fulfillment I’ve never felt before. In this moment, I know I will do everything in my power to keep him, to be his everything, and with this knowledge, I become his perfect little doll.

“Please feed me, Daddy. I’ll be a good little doll, I promise.”

His body tightens, his lips part, and his footing wavers. “Fuckkk.”

I indulge in the control I have to bring him such euphoria. Hot cum splashes over my face, lips, and tongue as triumph floods me.

Chapter Eighteen

Rafael

Her small frame falls to the floor, as if unable to take any more, and I smile. She’s absolutely incredible, my perfect little toy.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life than her marked, exhausted body covered in my cum.

Tugging my jacket from my chair, I drape it over her and scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. I cover every inch of her as I head out of my office and upstairs to her room.

“Oliver?” she says through heavy lids.

My throat clogs at the way she’s always so concerned about my son’s welfare. “He’s fine, baby.” I soothe her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead while her eyes close at my words. The thrum of her heart against me sends a surge of longing deep inside me, a peculiar sensation that has me both want to fight it and welcome it. Unable to understand it, I concentrate on my task at hand.

I kick open her bedroom door and march toward her bed, then pull back the sheets with one hand and gently place her down. Then I stride into her bathroom and open the cupboard in search of some lotion for her ass, and sigh when I find it. Grabbing the cup on the bathroom counter, I fill it with water and snatch up the painkillers from her toiletry bag, smiling to myself at her replaced birth control sitting there.

It’s not lost on me that this is something new to me; I never bother with aftercare.

Ever.

The way she’s curled on her side in the fetal position has my heart thumping loudly with an acute need to care for her, so I kneel on the bed.

“Let Daddy take care of you,” I whisper while lathering my fingers in the soothing lotion. She flinches when I coat the welts of her ass in the lotion, but I ignore her, knowing it’s what’s best for my little doll.

“Open your mouth, Little Doll. Take your pain relief.” She does as I ask, and I place the pills on her tongue, giving her an extra one in the hopes it makes her night more comfortable, then I bring the cup to her lips, and she swallows them down. I stroke over her silky locks with pride. “Good girl.”

When I’m finished, I stand to look down on her, and my mind is at war with itself. I don’t want to leave her, but I’m not sure why I actually want to stay, not when I’ve finished using her for now.

“Will you stay with me?” she mutters, and my heart leaps.

I glance at my watch. I have a dinner meeting at my father’s house but can spare time for her. Pulling my phone from my pants pocket, I fire him a text informing him I’m running late because of an emergency.

Kicking off my shoes, I move around to the other side of the bed and slide onto the mattress beside her. She shuffles closer and whimpers. Unsure of what to do, I simply stroke over her silky hair as she rests her head on my thigh, bringing with it a sliver of comfort but also guilt for not helping her feel better.

“What do you want, Little Doll? Tell Daddy how I can make it all better.”

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