Page 24 of Possession

Tattoos cover his chest and stomach, darkening him and only amplifying his already lethal appearance, and yet I itch to explore each of them, to discover the abs and ridges that lie beneath. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I lick my lips with a need to touch him.

“Do it, Little Doll. Touch Daddy if that’s what you want.” His voice is choked, as if this is just as difficult for him as it is for me.

Moving onto my knees, I shuffle toward him, and his eyes dart down to my exposed tits, then back to my face. His hands are curled into tight fists, as if struggling to contain himself, and when I rest my hands on his shoulders, he hisses through his teeth. I start my journey at the barbed wire traveling up one side of his neck and to the back of his ear, then I follow it down to the knuckle dusters and daggers that litter his chest. His warmth seeps into my skin, and his masculine sandalwood scent wraps around me, causing my nipples to ache for his touch. I press a gentle kiss against the cross in the center of his chest, and his body tenses. “Little Doll,” he warns, “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

I bite into my lip to stop myself from giggling.

My fingers glide over his raised flesh. “You have a lot of scars.” My voice is laced with concern I do nothing to conceal. It pains me to see them, knowing he has experienced some form of hurt. A way I could never imagine.

“War wounds,” he quips.

“I don’t like the thought of you being hurt.” My throat clogs with emotion.

A dark chuckle has my gaze snapping to his. “And all this monster wants to do is hurt you, Little Doll.” His finger grazes down my cheek, and as if hypnotized, I turn into his touch.

“I want you to hurt me,” I mutter.

His lip curls up into a smile, and I feel that smile through my body, knowing I put it there, and knowing I pleased him has me desperate to give him so much more.

“Very well.”

His hand leaves my face, and my shoulders fall, then he unbuckles his belt, and my pulse skitters with trepidation. This is it; this is the moment he takes me.

I sit back on my heels, and he tugs the belt from his pants, then shocks me by pulling out a switchblade from his pant pocket and flicking it open, causing anxiety to creep up my spine.

“Lift your hair.”

Using one hand, I lift my hair from my shoulders and hold it up. “Like this?”

“Good.” He slices through my bra, and it falls to the sheets. “Now you’re mine, Little Doll. All fucking mine.”

“Yours.”

“Now, lie down so Daddy can fuck that untouched cunt of yours nice and hard.” My body trembles at the promise in his tone, and I do as he asks. “I’m going to make you bleed, Little Doll. Daddy is going to tear your little pussy open for his cock and force it to be mine.” His lip turns up at the end, and his cock jumps in his pants, and my pussy clenches.

He drops his pants, then pushes down his boxers, exposing the defined V and his solid thick length that drips with pre-cum. My eyes widen at the size of him, now the realization that he’s going to take my virginity has him appearing bigger than ever before. I shift away, nervousness consuming me. How the hell is he going to fit?

His tattooed hand pumps his cock, and he hisses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, you’re going to stretch for me, Ellie. Your little cunt is going to bleed so much for me.”

Oh shit, he’s getting off on this. He likes the thought of me bleeding for him.

“Push your panties to the side. Let Daddy see your little pussy.”

His filthy words send a flurry of excitement through me, wiping out my nervousness. I push the cotton panties to the side. “You’re wet, baby. You’re all wet for Daddy’s cock.” He pumps faster. “Open yourself up nice and wide for Daddy to see your wet cunt.”

“Oh god.”

My hands move quickly, and I part my folds for him.”

“Fuck!” he growls. “You want Daddy’s thick cock to tear your little cunt open, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I pant out.

“You’re a dirty little fuck doll for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” My chest heaves as wetness slips from me.

“Stroke your nipples, Little Doll. Coat your nipples for me.” I run my fingers through my wetness, then bring them to my nipples. He watches with heavy eyes as I cover them in my wetness. “Play with them while Daddy pushes his big cock inside you.” He mounts the bed and kneels between my legs. The heat radiates from him, and the moment I stroke over my nipples, I buck my hips, desperate for his touch.

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