Page 57 of Possession

Rafael

Islip into her room silently, not a peep from the little girl hidden beneath the sheets. Scanning the room, I latch onto the bottled water beside her bed and smirk. Earlier, I text one of my men to follow out my command to drug her water with sleeping pills.

Mm... I stroke over my cock as it hardens. My compliant little doll is going to be filled with my baby.

Opening the buttons on my shirt, I quickly strip, not stopping until I’m naked. I graze my fingers over the tattoo created for her, our lasting memory for eternity.

I reach past her and flick on the lamp beside the bed. She doesn’t so much as murmur as I pull back the sheets and take in her fresh panties, clean skin, and camisole top. I reach out and stroke her silky hair, and the touch comforts me. My hardness against her softness is a bitter contrast I simply can’t deny myself.

Small red marks graze her legs, and leaning over her to inspect them further, I smile at the memory of my little doll running from me. “I’ll always find you, Little Doll. You can run, but you can’t hide from Daddy. I’m keeping you,” I whisper against her ear.

I peel her shorts down her legs and throw them to the floor as I ignore the annoyance at her attempting to cover herself from me.

Next, I roll her over onto her back. Her small lips part on a soft snore as I straddle her small waist. My cock aches at the sight of her, then pre-cum drips to her stomach. I have a sudden urge to come on her, marking my territory, reminding her who she belongs to.

With both hands, I tear her top from her small frame, exposing her delicate little tits that don’t even fill my palm. My cock jumps as I bend down and pull her adorable little nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard on the tip, I glide my tongue over it, forcing an adorable sound to escape her lips. “Mm, Daddy enjoys tasting his little girl’s tits.”

Wrapping my hand around my thickness, I pump my cock, taking what I need and giving her my all in return. I unleash on her, with sharp sucks around her tit, determined to leave my mark, followed up with a glide of my tongue over the area.

Then I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, determined to leave my scar. I’ll ensure everyone is aware of who she belongs to. Yes, fuck the eyes that roamed over her body with the questions lingering in their gazes. I will provide the answers through my actions when they see her again. She will bear the mark of my child, leaving no room for uncertainties.

I drive myself into my fist, hovering over the top of her small hips. “Mm, Daddy is going to paint you, Little Doll. Daddy is going to paint you in his cum.” I buck wildly above her as I tug on her flesh. The taste of her blood on my tongue is like a drug to an addict as I become more and more feral with each thrust.

Pleasure zips up my spine, and my entire body moves in motion to fucking her, desperate to leave mark after mark on her innocent skin.

“Let Daddy paint you.”

My balls draw up and I clench my jaw as my cum shoots from my slit and lands on her body, coating her nipples. I aim for her tits and stomach and bask in awe at my creation.

When my orgasm eases, I kneel over her, looking at my masterpiece, then slide my finger through the thick cum and paint the word “doll” over her chest before scooting down and giving her stomach a gentle peck. “Are you in there, little one? Are you growing for Papa?” I smile at the thought. Ellie shuffles with a whimper that provokes my heart to constrict and has me moving to be by her side.

“Shh, Little Doll.” I stroke down her cheek to the corner of her lips, where she sucks my cum-soaked finger into her mouth.

I tilt her head to face me. “My little doll needs feeding, don’t you?”

Then I maneuver myself so I’m kneeling over her head, and remove the pillow so that her head lays flat against the mattress. Then I take my wet cock in my palm and drag it over her lips until she opens her mouth.

“Open up, Little Doll. Clean Daddy and then you can have your feed.”

She opens her mouth, letting me slide inside, and her tongue slowly swirls over the sensitive head. I thicken on each action, my balls filling as I push deeper on each stroke, and she chokes and gags in her sleep-induced state. Then I pump my hips up and down, wrapping one hand around her delicate throat as I fuck her mouth with vigor.

My compliant little doll takes every inch of me, every dangerous, ruthless inch, as I use her body all night long.

Determined to keep her at whatever cost.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ellie

Ithrow open my bedroom door. How fucking dare he?

Bite marks cover my skin, dried cum coats my tits, and my pussy is wet from his pleasure. Yet I wasn’t awake for any of it. I’m pretty sure the bastard drugged me.

After washing away his sins, I dressed quickly in jean shorts and a T-shirt, determined to have this farce of a relationship out with him.

His voice echoes through the foyer as I detour into his office, once again refusing to knock before I march inside.

He turns to face me as I slam the door behind me, the anger clear on my face. “How fucking dare you?”

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