Page 81 of Stabby Little

And no one—not even my mystery man—will take advantage of me.

"Don't move, dolly." I guide my ass to his dick and prepare to go down on it. "If you want to stop, use your safe word. Otherwise, you're my fucking bitch."

I slide onto his dick. My hole spreads wide, but the pain is overwhelming. I bite my lower lip and sink my fingers into his chest, breathing hard, fighting the urge to scream. I've only taken the tip, yet it brings back a barrage of traumatic memories.

I picture myself with Jack in the storage closet. He orders me to take his shaft and pretend that I enjoy it. He forces me to say that I want him to dominate me, to be my Daddy. But I don't love it. I want to gouge his eyes out, stab him with a butcher knife. I want to break out of the storage closet and never see him again.

I need to push through these memories to get past my fear of bottoming. I must be the dominant one. I must learn my top can't hurt me.

Take control. You can do it.

I descend even further onto his cock. My Daddy dolly stays completely still, refusing to move an inch. His fixed eyes stare straight ahead, locking on the lava lamp, not acknowledging me.

I work my ass on his shaft, taking another inch. Then another. My hole swallows half his cock, then grinds up and down. His dick is hard in my ass, rigid and throbbing.

All of a sudden, his cock brushes my prostate in a way that sends pleasure washing over me. I ride his dick. I fuck him hard. I drive my fingers in his chest, refusing to make a sound as I use him for my pleasure. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead, but I don't let him brush it away. I feel his cock pulse in my hole, loving the stimulation, relishing my domination.

I wrap my fingers around his neck. "I'm your little cum rag tonight." Sweat drips down his cheek, and I lick it. "You like it, Daddy?"

He doesn't say a word. He stares straight ahead, an unmoving sex doll.

Ducking down, I snag his lower lip in mine. "Come inside me. Fill me with your seed."

I want his cum to spill out of my hole and drip to his thighs. I wanted to soak his ballsack as a testament to the need I inspire in him.

A spark of primal rage flashes in his irises. He unleashes in my body. His cock spasms again and again, spurting out his release. I lick his neck, forehead, cheek, welcoming his emission, taking in everything. I swirl my tongue around his eye, something Sparrow did to me in the warehouse. He must enjoy it because he shoots another load into me.

From the floor, I pick up my black dragon stuffy I brought along and hand it to him.

"Use it on me."

He brings my stuffy to my dick. I can tell he's hesitant—he's never done this before.

"It won't hurt you." I nudge my dick into my stuffy. "I want to come inside it. I need my Daddy dolly to help me."

I cry out my orgasm when he wraps my stuffy around my dick. My cock pulsates uncontrollably, emitting multiple shots of white cum. They soak my stuffy's scales, then spurt past it and hit his belly.

"Oh Daddy." I bite his chin. "Feels so good. Making me come with my stuffy."

My mystery man's cock throbs in my ass again. A second wave of his desire surges into me, slamming into my walls. Shots of cum pummel my prostate, making me moan in tandem with his release.

I stare dead into his eyes. For some reason, they seem so familiar. In the glow of the purple lava lamp, they remind me of someone I've met before.

Nonsense. You're only saying that because this is the third time you've met. He's becoming someone you know.

I pry myself off his lap and pick up my lace panties. I slide them onto my body, then walk to the door.

A low growl sounds when I place my hand on the doorknob. A presence lurks behind me, one that's menacing.

He grabs my wrist. "Tell me who you are."

I try to get away. "No."

He snarls and railroads me against the door. For the first time, he's angry.

"I refuse to let you go without knowing who you are." His thumb sails over my lower lip. "You're the best fuck I've ever had and I need more. I can be your Daddy. Protect you. Keep you safe. Take you shopping. Give you what you need."

"I can't." I hate to do this, but I don't have a choice.

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