Page 37 of Possession

I mentally praise myself for insisting on adding the privacy glass only yesterday, knowing it would drive me to insanity if anyone were to catch a glimpse of my little doll in the throes of her pleasure.

As the bass booms around us, I admit this night has turned into one to remember, a night where not only has she gotten what she wanted but I will get what I want too.

As I stand and walk toward my doll dancing innocently, I can’t help but wonder if tonight is the night my seed will take form. Tonight, she will dance for the devil.

Ellie

His sandalwood cologne filters through my senses and I snap my eyes open and freeze when he cages me in against the railing.

“You dance beautifully, Little Doll.” His soft lips caress my jaw, and I tilt my head to accommodate him. As he kisses down my neck, I melt against him.

He grinds his solid cock against my stomach, and my breath hitches. “You’re hard.”

He chuckles against my throat. “You’re dancing,” he states, hissing through clenched teeth. Then he grinds it again, and I moan at the impact.

“I need you,” I whisper wantonly as my arousal drips from me.

A growl erupts deep inside him, so animalistic and desperate I almost second-guess myself. His rough hands find my thighs and he hoists me against the glass, the coldness of it shocking me. I hold on to his shoulders to brace myself.

One hand moves between us, then he freezes and pulls back. His eyes bore into mine, and the air is knocked from my lungs. Fury wraps around me as he stares back at me. The darkness in his eyes seems to multiply, leaving me breathless and full of trepidation.

“No panties.” His deep, accusing tone heats my cheeks. Then he leans his forehead against mine. “No. Fucking. Panties.”

My throat closes and my mouth becomes dry while his nostrils flare and the muscles beneath his shirt protrude.

“I did it for you,” I whisper, gripping his shirt in my fingers. “I did it for you, Daddy.” His features soften and his shoulders relax.

“You did it for me?”

I nod while chewing on my bottom lip. “I wanted to surprise you.”

He chokes on a sardonic laugh, then shakes his head. “Take my cock out, Little Doll.”

My hands work quickly, fumbling with his belt as I unhook it and slide his zipper down, his eyes never leaving mine. The moment I wrap my fingers around his thick cock, he hisses and closes his eyes, only briefly, but enough for me to know my touch pleases him.

“Force me into your hole, Ellie. Let Daddy stretch that little cunt.”

Excitement ripples through me as his words become fuel to the embers simmering inside me. “Oh god.”

Giving his cock a few pumps, I line him up with my wet hole. “Push me inside, Little Doll. Let Daddy stretch your little cunt.”

He rests one hand on the glass above my head and the other wraps around my waist, holding me securely.

I do as he asks and guide his thickness inside me while widening my thighs to accommodate him. “Oh fuck, Daddy.”

“That’s it. Let Daddy fill that little cunt.”

“Ahhh,” I whimper.

“Lift your dress. Let everyone see your ass while I fuck my little doll.”

As much as I know the glass is one way, I delight in the game we’re playing and lift my dress to expose myself to the glass. “Oh god.”

“Fuck yes.” He pulls back, then slams inside. “Dancing like a little slut for Daddy.”

“Yes,” I moan on his words, and the wind is knocked from me when he powers inside me harder, faster.

“Daddy’s.” He grunts as he works his hips. Slam after slam. Each more forceful than the last.

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