Page 7 of Possession

“You make me sound like a possession.”

“You are. You’re my possession.” I grin manically.

She chokes on a sardonic laugh. “I’m going to be your employee, Rafael. That doesn’t make me your possession.”

“Wrong. It means I own your ass and you don’t get to leave until I’m finished with you.”

Her mouth falls, and my muscles tense with the need to take her. My fingers itch to do it, to have her on her knees for me, stuffed with my cock until her brown eyes fill with tears and her chin is coated in my cum. My eyes scan the road for a break in the intersection but find none.

“I’m going to be Oliver’s nanny.”

“You are,” I agree. “And anything else I need you to be.” I enjoy the disgruntled noise that escapes her throat.

“Like what?”

Instead of responding to her with words, I decide to show her. So I take one hand off the steering wheel and, with a well-practiced ease, unbuckle my belt, pop open my pant button, and slide down my zipper. I can feel the heat of her stare on me, and it only heightens my need further.

My entire body relaxes into the seat when the discomfort surrounding my cock eases as my hand wraps around it. Pulling it from my boxers, I hiss in satisfaction.

Now I’ll punish her for making me feel so damn insane over her. So jealous when I’ve never been jealous of anything in my entire life.

“Now, fucking suck,” I demand.

Ellie

When I realized it was Rafael standing in the parking lot, my body froze and my heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t have looked any more out of place, but he wasn’t in the least bit fazed.

The dark, brooding figure in his signature black clothes had me fidgeting on the spot while my mind raced with possibilities as to what he was doing there.

When Darryl asked me if I knew him, I explained he was my new employer for the summer. His eyes went wide before he told me he forgot something in his locker and said he would see me around. Then he made a quick exit.

I slid into Rafael’s car with excitement pumping through my veins. The fact this gorgeous man has taken time out of his day and tracked me down to my school has me wanting to fall at his feet and obey his every command.

Jesus, I have issues.

My breath catches as he pulls his thick cock out of his boxers. It’s wet from pre-cum flowing over the angry head, and I squirm in my seat as my panties become damp at the sight.

It’s not the first cock I’ve seen, but it’s the closest I’ve been to a naked one, and it’s definitely the biggest and girthiest.

“Now, fucking suck,” he demands.

His thick, tattooed fingers pump it up and down, and my mouth waters at the sight as my body remains frozen.

“Fuck. Don’t just fucking stare at it, Ellie. Get those little lips around my cock and suck.” His hips thrust up in encouragement. “Fuck, Little Doll, I need you to choke on me. Please your daddy like a good girl.” My eyes shoot up to his.

His orbs are so black I feel like they’re consuming me, his jaw is set as if he’s annoyed, his shirt is pulled tight across his shoulders as though every muscle is coiled, and his jaw is clenched tight.

“I-I-I’m not sure what to do.” I admit while my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

He glares at me as if I’m crazed when, in reality, it’s him who looks it while staring at me as if I have two heads.

“Just fucking suck it. Lick it. Jesus, fuck, choke on it.” He grits out as if he’s in pain.

Holy shit, he is actually asking me to suck him off. Just like that, no “How was your day, Ellie?”

“You want me to...” I wave my hand toward his cock, too overcome with budding nerves and excitement because it’s not every day a girl gets to give a hot Mafia guy a blow job.

“Ellie,” he growls. Then he doesn’t even give me a chance to think. His hand lashes out, gripping the back of my neck, and he yanks me toward him, plowing my face into his groin. I scramble around, the seatbelt restricting my movement, but when the tip of his cock hits my lips, I’m left with no choice but to open my mouth and let him plunge his thickness inside. I gag when he hits the back of my throat and choke when he powers up and holds my head in place. Then I try to cry out when he pushes me down, making tears stream from me.

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