Page 31 of Possession

CRACK.

Again, the belt sails through the air, slapping against her ass so hard, it leaves a crimson welt.

“Daddy’s little doll takes his belt so well,” I coo as I stroke my hand over her reddened globe. She cries out at my touch, then I step back and slap it against her skin, harder this time.

CRACK.

She screams but does not try to stop me, and the fact she’s accepting this only gets me harder.

“Daddy’s little belt slut. You need punishing, Little Doll.”

CRACK.

“I-I’m sorry,” she mumbles through tears.

Another lash rains down on her, and her body jumps at the impact. Then, as I raise the belt again and stare down at my little doll, I notice that the skin is slightly broken, and I drop the belt like a hot brick. I might enjoy punishing her, but I won’t have her hating me for pushing her too hard, no matter how much I’d enjoy tasting her blood on my tongue again.

She tries to curl her body into the desk, but I waste no time in pushing her hair to the side. Her startled eyes meet mine, and this time I handle her differently. I turn her, lifting her onto the desk, and ignore her wince at her tender ass touching the woodwork.

“Put your feet on the desk.”

She sniffles uncontrollably but does as I ask, causing arousal to flash through me, desperate to escape through my cock.

I kneel on the floor, my face level with her pussy, and the scent encompasses me. “It’s swollen, baby.” I observe, then tenderly stroke over her reddened plump flesh. My finger glides over her pussy lips, wetness coating them as I do, causing my mouth to water at my creation.

“I know.” Her sniffle turns to a pant, and my lip quirks at her sudden change in reaction toward me.

“Do you want Daddy to kiss it better, Little Doll?”

Her breathing hitches and a slight mewl escapes her. “Ye-yess, please, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Moving closer, I inhale her pussy scent, then, with my gaze locked onto hers, I swipe my tongue through her slick folds. My mouth waters at her taste. It’s addictive, all-consuming, and fucking delicious.

Flattening my tongue, I lap at her juice greedily, curling it inside her small hole. She bucks beneath me, and her fingers tangle in my hair. I graze my teeth over her sensitive slit, and her reaction is gratifying as I work her into a frenzy, her ass lifting off the desk to meet my face with each thorough stroke of my tongue.

“Show me your tits, Little Doll. I want to see you play with your little nipples while I lick my little girl.”

Her fingers tug on her bra, and she pulls her small flesh over the top of the lacy fabric. Then I watch her as I suck her clit into my mouth and she plays with the hardened tips of her rosy nipples. They’re beautiful, the best nipples I’ve ever seen, perfect.

“I... I like it when you lick me, Daddy,” she pants wantonly. Her words are an aphrodisiac to my soul. I rub the scruff of my jawline into her, encouraging her to grind against me faster.

“You like Daddy kissing you better?” I pepper her soft skin with gentle kisses.

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Don’t stop.” I swirl my tongue around her hole, then back up to her clit, paying extra attention to it when it swells against my tongue.

“Oh god. Oh god, Daddy.” Her hips buck, her pants become moans of pleasure, and her lips part as she screams her release, flooding my tongue with her essence.

Jesus, my little doll tastes divine.

Chapter Seventeen

Ellie

My heart pounds so loud I swear it feels like it’s going to combust. Watching Rafael kiss my swollen pussy so gently after unleashing hell on my ass has me confused, but shamefully begging for more. The man is a complete whirlwind of emotion, filled with volatile anger one minute and a parallel tenderness the next, leaving me clutching to understand his complex personality.

There’s so much more to him than the empty Mafia man he portrays himself to be, and yet I can’t decide if it’s done on purpose to show the world he is cold and deadly or if it’s truly a part of him. Something inside me tells me not to push him too much, both excited and scared to reveal his true persona. Would I be disappointed?

I shake my head, unwilling to believe it. He may be dangerous and a little unhinged, but behind his mask, I know he can love without him having to admit it out loud.

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