Page 52 of Possession

My breath hitches knowing he can hear me, and fear prickles my skin as I wrap my arms around myself.

Do I run?

“Don’t run, Little Doll. Daddy will hunt you down. Daddy will punish you.”

I suck in a sharp gasp. If I run, I’ll give away my position, but what if he knows where I am already? I’m frozen to the spot. My breathing is ragged and my stomach swims with apprehension, a thick ball of panic gripping my throat as my eyes dart from left to right for an answer they cannot find.

His mask flickers on again, and he’s within reach, so I spin on my heels and run for it. The deep chuckle echoes through the forest, and suddenly, he yanks my hair back, causing me to slam into his solid chest.

“Tsk tsk, naughty little doll,” he whispers in my ear, sending a tremor through me. “You’re about to get punished, and it’s going to hurt so fucking good.” He slams me to the ground.

While I remain stunned on my stomach, the sounds of his belt and zipper have me turning to glance over my shoulder. “Ra-Rafael. Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re going to learn that I’ll always find you, Little Doll, and when I do, you’ll be sorry.”

He leans down and pushes my skirt up with one hand, then slides my panties down while I attempt to crawl away. I dig my fingers into the wet ground and push up onto my knees, but he uses his other hand to force me down, his grip on my back bruising as he holds me in position. Pushing onto my knees, he slams me face down into the dirt, his palm pressing against my cheek.

“Fuck, Daddy likes it when you fight.” He chuckles darkly. Then I lash out, kicking my legs behind me. “Fuck, that’s it, fight me.” My heels hit him, but he doesn’t budge. He only mocks me by chuckling. “You’re going to get your little ass fucked so hard, Little Doll. Daddy’s cock is begging for you.” He grinds his cock over my ass cheeks, laughing as my body tenses. We’ve never done that. Sure, he’s put his finger inside me, but never has he put his cock in there. He always laughed, saying he wouldn’t waste his cum inside my ass when it was meant for my pussy.

Rafael kicks my legs apart, and again, I claw at the dirt in a lame attempt to stand. “Rafael?”

“Shh, Little Doll, let Daddy get you ready to take him.” Spittle lands on my ass, and his calloused fingers drag it down to my asshole. My pulse races with horror as I push up with all my strength, only for my face to slam back down into the ground.

“Be good, Little Doll.”

Holy shit.

I whimper and tense when he touches me there, but my pussy drips with need at his words.

“Please.”

“Try to run now, Little Doll. Try to run from Daddy while he fucks your ass.” There’s no malice in his voice, only amusement, reiterating this is all part of a game.

Pressing my elbows into the ground, I push up hard, only for him to chuckle and force me back into the soil again. My cheek connects with the ground, and my body falls lax, defeated. It’s pointless trying anymore. I’m tiny compared to him. He wields all the power; his strength and weight above me rendering me useless. The head of his solid cock swirls my asshole, and I can’t help the flood of desire pooling between my legs at the turn of events. We’ve gone from me being terrorized to Rafael turning this into a game—a game he intends on winning. A game I hadn’t even realized I was playing until now.

He pushes the tip in slowly, and I choke on thin air, the burn too much to bear.

“Oh, Daddy.” I claw at the wet ground. “Please, Daddy.”

“Fuck.” He grunts as he pushes farther inside me, ignoring my pleas. “Your screams are going to make Daddy come, Little Doll.”

A sob catches in my throat. “Daddy.”

He pushes farther in, and my ass feels like it’s so full there’s no room for more. Stupidly, I push back at the same time he surges forward. My screams ricochet off the trees as pain slices through me.

His movement pauses, and a strangled sound leaves his throat. “Fuck, you’re soaking Daddy’s balls with your greedy cunt, Ellie.”

My breathing hitches as I try to regain some form of clarity. “I wonder if your pussy is wet because you like Daddy hurting you.”

He’s right, my pussy is wet. His filthy words and warped methods of showing he cares are somehow creating a desire inside of me just as brutal as his.

He growls when he shoves all the way inside while I give up trying to fight back.

“Fuck, Little Doll. So tight.” He pulls out to the tip, then slams back inagain and again.

With one hand holding my neck, the other moves to my clit, rubbing it with fervor as he attempts to bring me the same pleasure as him.

When he strokes over my swollen nub, I buck beneath him, encouraging him to thrust faster, wilder. “Take it,” he grits out, like it pains him to speak.

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