Page 12 of Daddy's Doll

My fingers trace patterns along her delicate arm, following the curve of her shoulder as I pull her closer. Olivia's eyes meet mine, and there's a vulnerability there that tugs at my heartstrings. She's been through so much, endured my absence and the darkness that threatened to consume her. But now, here in this cabin, we have a chance to rewrite our story, to heal and rediscover the bond between us that is stronger than anything I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I feel her heartbeat against my chest, a steady rhythm that soothes me in a way nothing else ever has. Her fingers dance lightly over my skin, and I can tell she's in her head by the way her fingers stop momentarily and then start once again. I need to let her do this, to process what happened, to get angry at me if she needs to. “It’s okay if you’re unsure. If you’re still mad at me. We’ve got the rest of our lives to figure it out, but I’m going to lay this all out here right now. I wasn’t saying it just to say it when I said I’ll never let you go,” I tell her, pulling her closer to me, needing to feel her crushed against me because I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do if she really did want to leave. “You’re mine and I’ll cherish you until my last breath in this world and find you in the next.”

"I was so angry when you left me," she admits, her voice soft and trembling. “Not really. I was sad mostly, but there was anger, too.” I hold my breath, waiting for what she might say. “I'm so glad you came back to find me. I was miserable without you.”

I lean down to capture her lips in a tender kiss, my hands cradling her face because she is the most precious thing in the world to me. I’ve never been great at expressing myself, but I try to let her feel everything that is welling up inside me for her. She’s everything to me. My doll that I crave more than anything, my daughter who I love with every breath that leaves my body. She's the beating heart of my existence, the missing piece that makes me whole. I’m still inside her while we lie there, bodies intertwined, and I want this to be how it always is. I want to be inside her every single chance I get.

"Look at me," I begin, my voice low, demanding, but filled with all the sincerity I feel in this moment, "I want you to know that I belong to you, heart, mind, body, and soul. I've never belonged to anyone else in my life." The words escape my lips like a long-held secret finally set free. "I've never felt as complete, but I do now."

Olivia shifts, her eyes locked onto mine, a hint of some emotion I’ve never seen before gleaming in those beautiful orbs. Her fingers trail lightly along my chest as she listens, every touch leaving a gentle fire in its wake.

"We will never be apart," I continue, my voice unwavering. "And if you leave this earth before me, I’ll follow you." The depth of my commitment to her is something I've never shared with anyone before. It's a promise etched into my soul.

Olivia's breath hitches, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She buries her face in the crook of my neck and leaves a tender kiss on my cheek, and it doesn’t escape me how she brushes her cheek against the stubble peppering my face. I’ll never be clean-shaven again if that’s what my doll wants. "I love it when you say things like that," she whispers softly.

A wry smile tugs at my lips as I pull back slightly to look at her. "You didn't think I could be such a softie, huh?" I tease, my tough exterior giving way to the truth she already knows.

She chuckles, the sound like music to my ears. "I guess I didn't," she admits. "You always act like this gruff, tough guy." I can't deny the truth in her words, and I briefly scowl at the notion that she thinks I’m anything but those things. Yet, deep down, I know she's right. Around her, I'm far from invulnerable. I melt for her, every time. And when I tried to fight it, I made us both hurt worse than I could have ever imagined. My chest tightens with the memory of our separation, the torment of those days without her. I hate myself for sending her back to school, for allowing her to slip away from me. I was incomplete, a jigsaw missing its most vital piece. I try my best to bury those thoughts, focusing on the present moment. I can't bear to dwell on the past when my doll is here, right now, in my arms.

I pull her closer to me, nestling my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent, like vanilla and cinnamon. I'm startled when she gently tells me to stop. I pull back and look at her quizzically. She smiles softly, her fingers caressing my cheek. "I can tell where your mind is, Daddy," she says, her voice full of love and understanding. "But we need to put it behind us. Let's pretend like we were never separated." My heart swells with gratitude for this incredible woman. I press my lips against hers, a gentle affirmation of my unwavering commitment. "It'll never happen again," I promise, my voice a solemn vow.

She giggles, rubbing her palm over my bare chest. “I know it won’t. I won’t let it. You can drag me back to Hillcrest, but I’ll cause such a scene you’ll have no choice but to take me home,” she whispers teasingly, and I glower at her because I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to get me riled up enough at the thought of her disobeying me that I flip her under me and fuck her as roughly as I want to right now. She’s too tender and sore for that, and I’ll always put her first. Instead of holding her down and pounding into her wet cunt, I pull my cock out of her. She whines in protest, and that makes me smile.

With a newfound sense of purpose, I take her hand and help her to her feet. "Come with me," I say, guiding her toward a door at the back of the cabin. Ethan and Isabella are over at the site where we’re building a cabin for them to live in already, so I don’t have to worry about them interrupting.

“I need clothes—” she starts, but I silence her with a kiss. She reaches down to stop the come dripping out of her tight opening and down the inside of her thigh.

“Leave it. I want to see what I’ve done to you.” I wrap my hand around her throat gently, pulling her to stand up on her tiptoes to give me the kiss that I want. “Ethan and Isabella are over at their cabin site,” I whisper, kissing her roughly again. “But even if they weren’t, I don’t mind if they see what I’ve done to you. I want everyone to know I’ve claimed you, that you’re mine.” I feel her shiver, and I see the glint of excitement in her eyes that she likes this possessive, dominant side of myself that I’m showing her.

My doll follows me without protest, her small hand wrapped in my much larger one. I lead her out onto the front porch of our cabin, and her eyes widen with surprise.

Before her stands the beautiful, handcrafted rocking chair I was working on the night we first kissed. Its smooth wooden surface gleams in the bright morning sunlight.

I turn to Olivia, my heart pounding with all the love I have for her. "I took far too long, but I promise you I thought of you—of us—every single moment we were apart," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "Even though that night is tainted with bad memories, I wanted you to have something special, something to remind you of our first kiss, the night that unraveled everything I’d been holding back." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she gazes at the rocking chair, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside has ceased to exist.

She wraps her arms around me. “It’s perfect,” she tells me before she jumps in my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips, and crashing her lips to mine as I carry her over to the rocking chair and let her slide down to place her feet on the floor. I take a seat, and she's quick to climb on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and nuzzling against me.

This moment is so much better than I imagined it would be, so I tell her,“Yes,” I agree. “Perfect, just like my little doll.”

Epilogue - Olivia

The scent of wood smoke hangs in the atmosphere, mingling with the earthy aroma of fallen leaves, and I feel like I’ve belonged here in this cabin my entire life. Really, I have. This was meant for me, for Dad, for our whole family. I look out the window and see Ethan and Dad arguing while they fiddle with the huge metal trough that Isabella insisted they turn into a hot tub. It only took a day trip into town for parts and a week of Dad blaming Ethan for everything that went wrong and Ethan cackling every time they’d realize they forgot a step before it started looking like the real deal. Fall has always been my favorite season, and now, here with Dad and at least two of my siblings, it's even more enchanting. I can't wait for winter to arrive, though, because Dad promised to skate with me on the frozen pond, and we haven’t skated together since I was small.

Isabella pops into the room I share with Dad. I notice right away that she’s wearing a tiny pink bikini just before tossing a blue one to me. I raise an eyebrow at how little fabric there is to it, but she just grins mischievously. Things are much more relaxed here than in the home we grew up in. Mom isn’t around to yell at us to cover up, and we’re all adults, so the tone is different, I suppose. Isabella is not shy about showing her body, and Ethan seems to love the fact that she isn’t. I lost count of how many places I’ve seen them have sex around the cabin and the property. They’re perfect for one another and it shows. Isabella tries to push me out of my comfort zone, but eating breakfast with everyone in just one of Dad’s shirts has been as scandalous as it’s been for me.

"Where did you get these?" I ask, holding up the bikini.

Her eyes sparkle as she replies, “I bought them at that boutique in town when Dad was threatening to leave Ethan stranded if he didn’t stop fucking around in the hardware store, and you were playing referee.” She laughs when I wince because I really wasn’t sure if Dad was going to pull over and toss Ethan off a cliff that day. He’s such a brat when he wants to be. “Dad and Ethan got the hot tub installed and working. I felt the water, and it’s super warm. Come on, let’s get out there before Dad drowns Ethan for talking shit.”

Her mention of Ethan’s shit-talking makes a grin spread across my face as I recall the promise Dad made to me about the pond. Isabella notices my smile and asks what I'm so happy about. "Dad promised me that he'll skate with me on the pond once it's frozen," I say.

Isabella shakes her head playfully. "Count me out on that one," she says. “The idea of skating on ice that might not be all the way frozen terrifies me. No, thank you.”

I chuckle, understanding her apprehension. "No worries," I reply. "Dad said he'll make Ethan run across it first to check if it's safe."

Both of us laugh at the mental image of our broody older brother falling through ice and Dad cursing as he has to pull him to safety. I can't help but roll my eyes. “We would never hear the end of it.”

I notice that Isabella has another bikini in her other hand when she sets it down on my dresser. She must see that it’s caught my eye. "I was holding out hope that Sophia and Landon would be here before winter," she says somberly, and I feel her sentiment. I miss Sophia and even Landon’s grouchy ass, too. She turns to fix her hair into a high ponytail while I change into the blue bikini.

As I adjust the skimpy garment, I can't help but blush at the thought of Dad's reaction. Isabella checks herself out in the mirror and then looks at me when I say, "They’ll come when they’re ready, I suppose." I laugh when Isabella pulls a face, making it clear that everything should be on her time.

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