Page 27 of Little Puppet

“God, your cunt feels so fucking good.” His words open my eyes again, the edges blurring as little pinpricks of light dance in them.

“Making me fuck you before it’s time, who the hell do you think you are?”

I gape like a fish out of water as my orgasm slams into me.

It’s bliss. It’s euphoria. It’s something I’ll never touch again.

Not because I’ll be dead, but because this man is the one that owns my pleasure. Even if he were to let me go, nothing would ever amount to the way he makes me feel.

Tears leave my eyes as I close them, ready to go into the gates of heaven with a smile on my face.

His moans are rhapsodic as he spills inside me, his poisonous cum branding me like boiling water that spreads through me as it coats my fucked up soul.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little puppet,” he groans, his hands loosening and giving me wisps of air.

He pulls out and flips me onto my back, and I gasp massive gulps of air into my lungs.

He crawls over my body, lies on top of me, and gingerly tucks my hair behind my ears as I work myself back into the land of the living.

“You still with me, darling?” he whispers, kissing my mouth.

My eyes close as I turn my face into his, softly meeting his lips.

His tongue breathes life back into me slowly as I come back into my satisfied body.

“There you are, beautiful puppet. I worried you’d left me.”

“Never.”

The one word hangs heavy between us as he pulls back and stares into my eyes with questions written all over his ice-blue irises.

“My perfect little fuck doll.”

I exhale shakily, hating how his words make me throb between my thighs, where a delicious ache is settling in.

“Why do you hate me?” I ask him. Sure, it was hot at the moment; who doesn’t love hate sex? And if that’s the kind of hate sex Cain has, I want him to hate me until the very end, but I’m still curious.

“Because I don’t hate you. Not even a little.”

It isn’t apparent, but it makes so much sense because it’s exactly how I feel about him.

“What’s going to happen now, master?” I ask, sinking my hand through his soft hair, which has fallen over his forehead and mixed into his sweat.

“Mm, I have to think about how I’m going to punish you for toying with me.You’re my plaything, not the other way around, darling. I can’t let your misbehavior go unanswered.”

My center clamps, hopeful.

“Well, if I’m already going to be punished…” I lift my head, lips working over his softly. Slowly, he comes around, his massive hand cupping my face as he deepens the kiss.

My body thrums to life as his tongue swirls the tip of mine.

“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?” he asks, and it’s the first time that I realize there might be a way out of here.

I have a power over him, and he knows it.

And now, I know it, too.

I have to use it wisely, or I’ll never escape. If he gets any inkling that I’m angling to get free, he’ll kill me before Christmas. And I only have two more days until Christmas day.

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