Page 8 of Possession

When he speaks, his tone full of awe, I become lost in submitting to him, accepting him and his need. “Fuck, that’s it.” He thrusts harder, his fingers tangling in my hair so roughly it stings my scalp. “Choke, my little fucking doll.” His words are angered and filthy, laced in venom, but my pussy clenches and my nipples peak against my cotton bra. “Fucking take my cock. Go on, choke.” I do. Then I splutter when he yanks me up by my hair, allowing me to breathe before pushing me down again all the way to his balls. His taste on my tongue is a heady concoction of salty masculinity, and I become drugged on the euphoria to please him.

“That’s it, Daddy’s little doll is doing so fucking good taking her first cock.” My panties become wetter as his grip on my hair pinches my scalp. The way he uses my mouth to pleasure him, to empty his balls and unload inside of me, is feral, but I want that. I want that more than anything, to taste him, to please him, and give him what he demands. To become his little doll.

He lifts my skirt, and his finger trails over my cotton panties, and he strokes me over the material.

“Fuckkkk.” His thrusts become erratic, short, and sharp. Then a burst of salty liquid fills my mouth. “Ahhh, Jesus. Fuck.” He stills while his cock continues to pulsate in my throat.

Something inside me wants to please him, so I lash my tongue over his velvety skin while swallowing down his cum. Saliva drips from my mouth, but when the grip on my hair slackens, and he strokes over my head, I melt into a puddle of happiness. He’s pleased with me.

“Such a good doll for Daddy,” he coos while I clean his cock with my tongue. “So fucking good.”

Eventually, I slide him out of my mouth to stare up at him. Our eyes lock. “Good girl.” He says it with such sincerity my body swells with pride. His fingers trail over my cheek with a sharp contrast of tenderness that was absent only moments ago. “I was rough with you,” he mumbles. His fingers glide over the column of my throat. I choose not to respond and instead rest my head on his thigh while he moves his hand to brush his fingers through my hair. He wipes my mouth with the tip of his thumb, then leaves it resting on my bottom lip as if asking for permission to access my mouth, which is ludicrous, considering his actions. Still, I open willingly and clean his thumb, causing him to hiss and retreat just as quickly. I feel his loss instantly, and a whine escapes my lips, so I mentally chastise myself for my stupidity. The last thing I want is for him to think of me as childish.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Let Daddy rest in here.”

His tattooed fingers hold the tip of his semihard cock at my mouth, and he taps it against my lips, then I accept it. He rests the head on my tongue, and I suck gently. “That’s it, Little Doll, take what you need from Daddy.” He continues to stroke over my hair so affectionately I’d almost describe it as loving. Surely, I’m wrong.

Maybe he treats every woman this way after he’s come inside their mouth? The thought leaves a sour taste in my stomach, and I banish it away, prepared to tell myself this tender side of him is reserved solely for me.

Having him so close and comforting me after him using me so roughly has warmth spreading through my body. He’s giving me affection and reassurance, as I am him, and a feeling of warmth and completeness rushes through my body.

“So good,” he hums while I suckle, and my exhausted eyes flutter closed.

I’m his little doll.

Chapter Five

Ellie

Aclicking noise rouses me from my sleep, and my day replays through my mind. I was in the library as part of the reading group, with Darryl assisting me, and when the bell rang, we packed up and left school to head to the diner, but when I stepped outside, Rafael was there. Then I got in the car with him, and he was angry—so angry he choked me with his cock. Then I held him in my mouth, sucking on him as if he was a pacifier.

There’s no way in hell that happened.

I dart up, and my eyes shoot open.

They widen further when staring back at me from behind his desk, with such intensity it makes me squirm, is the man himself.

His gaze roams over me, stripping me bare, then his eyes freeze on my legs, and I follow his stare to realize my skirt is bunched up to my panties. I tug it down, and my face flushes.

“I don’t know why you’re blushing when you fell asleep with my cock in your mouth like it was a pacifier, Little Doll.”

Oh, my god. Kill me now.

My cheeks burn from embarrassment. Yet I drag my tongue over my lips, savoring his taste while imagining the velvety feel of him which brought me comfort.

His chair scrapes against the floor, breaking my train of thought, and he walks toward me. “Keep fucking tormenting me and you’ll regret it.” He straightens his jacket and stands so tall I have to crane my neck to look at him.

He holds out his hand and nods toward it, leaving me no choice but to slip mine into his so he can tug me to my feet. The roughness of his thick fingers gripping me sends a flurry of excitement through me.

“Come on, Oliver is waiting to see you, but I want to show you around first.”

This snaps me out of my trance, and now, as he pulls me through his office door into his foyer, I revel in the feeling of being needed.

The mansion is vast, and I already know I’ll get lost.

It even has its own education wing for Oliver, which we breezed past.

The wrought iron banister weaves around the foyer, leading to a balcony at the top of the stairs that allows you to look directly out of a window toward the front of the property.

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