Chapter 6
I’ve witnessed her giggle and smile with my son while they watch a movie together in the cinema room. A room I’ve never actually used, but now I find myself drawn to it.
I received a call from my father, so I missed them having ice cream while laughing at the giant red dog on the screen. I stared hypnotized at my computer screen as she devoured the dessert, becoming harder with each lick of her small tongue, and the way she slid the spoon in her mouth and her lips wrapped around it until she slid it out, had me groaning like a teenage boy trying my best not to come in my pants.
I slip into the room, and her long silky hair is draped over a pillow on the two-seater couch, and I’m torn between wanting to yank it until she screams for mercy and wanting to feel the soft strands slip between my fingers while I stroke over her tenderly. The feeling of wanting to be affectionate confuses me. There are moments with my son where I’m more tender, but then I find myself reprimanding my actions, even though I enjoy it in the moment.
A soft snoozing garners my attention, and I smile when I crane my neck over the numerous leather seats and find Oliver curled up in a ball on the floor facing the television with a spoon in one hand and a blanket in the other.
“He likes chocolate best,” Ellie whispers, pulling my attention back to her. She’s sitting up now, and the lighting from the television emphasizes her white school blouse, one I want to tear from her like a wild animal. “In case you’re ever not sure. He loves chocolate ice cream.”
I step toward her. She looks so small, kneeling on the leather chair while I loom over her, and I crave everything about her delicate features, and how her breathing quickens while I stare at her makes my cock beg for reprieve.
Reaching out, I stroke her hair, all the way to the tips, then swirl her silky locks around my finger. “What about you, Little Doll? What ice cream is your favorite for being a good girl?” Her breathing staggers, and my cock leaks, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. My hand reacts by tightening, tugging her hair in my palm.
She licks her lips, not realizing how much she’s torturing me. “Vanilla.”
I can’t help the smirk that overcomes me. Of course she loves vanilla the best. It’s simple, sweet, and ordinary, yet she’s anything but.
“Do you have any left?” I nod toward the ice cream tub on the arm of the chair.
Her gaze darts to it, then back toward mine. “There’s some left, but it’s melted.”
“Mm,” I muse while I unbuckle my pants, causing her eyes to widen.
“Rafael, what are you doing?” She cranes her neck to look past me, and I chuckle. My son sleeps soundly once asleep. I’ve spent countless nights unable to sleep, through worrying about his deep sleeping when all pediatricians told me how restless babies and toddlers can be. My son is the opposite. Another reason for my concerns to grow.
“We can’t—” I pull my thick cock from my boxers and stand before her with my back to the television, fisting it with aggressive need. Jesus, I could come so fucking easily with her staring at me so innocently.
I grab the container of melted ice cream and dip my finger into it. Swirling it around, I pull it out and offer it to her waiting mouth. Her lips part, and I groan when her warm tongue lashes over my finger, sucking it clean while my stare remains locked on her innocent face. “Good girl,” I grunt as I continue pumping my cock at a slower speed, determined to save my cum for her. I’ve never praised a woman in my life. Why the fuck should I when they throw themselves into bed to please me, but with Ellie, I want to praise her, let her know how much she satisfies me.
I slather the melted ice cream over my cock, barely recognizing the chill of it with how hot I feel inside. Then I take the back of her head in the palm of my hand and give her no choice but to accept my cock between her lips and into the warmth of her wet mouth.
A deep growl escapes me, and I close my eyes at the feel of her. Fuck, she’s incredible. “Good. So fucking good.” My hips pump slowly this time, determined to savor the feel of her and the way she works my cock so well. “So fucking good, Little Doll.”
“Mm,” she garbles around me, and my eyes snap open. The sight before me almost has me stumbling. Her lips are stretched around my thick cock, and as I slide in and out of her small lips, strings of saliva drip down her chin and over my balls, and her nails dig into my thighs, adding to my ecstasy.
“You’re taking me so well, Little Doll. All nice and full of Daddy’s big cock.”
Her moan vibrates around me, and I’ve no choice but to slam inside her harder as an instant reaction. “Fuck. You’re a greedy little doll,” I chide. “So fucking greedy for your daddy’s cock.” My thrusts become stronger, and she chokes and splutters, and I can’t help my lips pulling into a smirk at the mess my little doll is creating all for me.
She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and with one hand behind her head and the other on her throat, I press on her pulse point, relishing her teary eyes widening in panic. She attempts to put up a fight against me, and when her body falls lax as if she’s slipping away, I yank her back to give her a chance to breathe again. Her short, sharp gasps are an aphrodisiac to my heightened need, and when she stares up at me with tear-filled eyes full of expectation and parted, swollen lips, I can’t help but bend down and deliver my spit to her open mouth. When her eyes widen, I revel in it. She’s my little doll to use and abuse, all fucking mine, and no one will play with my toy but me. She’ll learn to give me exactly what I want, when I want it, however I fucking want it, while being the perfect mother to my son.
Possession surges through me. “Again!” I demand. With my hand still tangled in her hair, I tilt her head back, forcing her neck to stretch, and she opens her mouth wider for me. Exhilaration fills my blood stream at her compliance, and I reward her with more of my spittle. “Swallow,” I command, and she does so without question, pleasing me.
“Good Little Doll,” I murmur.
I release her hair, and her small body deflates, delighting me further. She needs this, wants this as much as I do. Tightening my palm around my cock, I fuck it faster. She watches with tears pooling in her beautiful eyes, her lips parted, ready to catch my cum. As much as I crave to see her coated in my essence, I have other depraved plans, and the thought makes my balls draw up tight. Just in time, I grab the container and spill my cum into it, and a sick satisfaction flashes up my spine as the ropes of cum blend with the melted ice cream.
Ellie stares in wonderment, and as I come down from my orgasm, I waste no time in releasing my cock. Then I grab the back of her head again and yank her back, and when her mouth falls open, I bring the ice cream container to her tender open lips and push it against them. “Take my cum, Little Doll. Take Daddy’s cum, take all your vitamins like a good doll.”
With my fingers tangled in her silky locks, I tug her head back until she winces. Her pupils dilate, a heady concoction of shock and lust blended to create the perfect combination of need. “Drink Daddy down,” I coax, pressing down on her bottom lip with my thumb while sliding the container above it. “Such a good doll. Do as Daddy says and taste all Daddy’s cum.” Trepidation flashes over her face, and I stroke over her cheek to bring her comfort as I watch in awe as her slender throat works to swallow my cum. “So good.” The weathered stain of my tattooed hand and the flawless complexion of her silky skin is as much a sign of her purity against my darkness, if ever there was one.
My cock jumps as she gasps while coming up for air, and I quickly move the hand from her hair and loosely cover her throat in warning. She continues to stare at me, those brown eyes of hers full of wonder, then I pour the cum into her mouth and a rush of power flashes through me, forcing my grip to flex against her delicate skin. “Don’t swallow.” I place the container on the couch, then take the tip of my cock in my hand and drag it across her lips, wiping my pre-cum into those plush little tormentors. “Keep that mouth open!” I demand, and her eyes flare with fire. The sight of the creamy combination gathered in her open mouth has my entire body threatening to combust, every muscle coiled with the pressure to rein in my control.
She does as I command, and I slap my hardened cock on her covered tongue, and I hiss in approval, watching transfixed as my cum paints inside her mouth.
“Now, swallow me down, Little Doll,” I grit out, almost painfully.
Her mouth closes and her throat works, as if savoring my taste, and the action has my balls throbbing.
“Suck,” I growl. She works her tongue over the head of my cock, sucking it clean.
My phone vibrates, and I tug it from my back pocket while watching her, my hips rocking slightly on each stroke of her tongue.
My brother Rocco’s voice filters through. “Raf. Need you at base.” He ends the call, and I sigh. Slipping from her mouth, I tuck myself back into my pants. My mind racing with possibilities surrounding the issues we’ve had recently.
“What’s happening?” Her soft voice cuts through my thoughts, and I glance down at her. Vulnerability flashes in her eyes, and I hate it when I’m meant to protect her.
“I have to go to work.” It’s not lost on me that I would never normally explain my actions to a woman. “You’ll stay here for a few days.” I pull my wallet out and throw my bank card toward her lap. “Order whatever clothes you need.”
“Rafael, I don’t know—”
“You’ll do as you’re fucking told, Ellie!” I spit out, and instantly regret my tone when her face flashes with hurt and her slender body jolts. Then I take a deep breath and clear my throat and aim for a softer approach. “I’d appreciate it if you took care of Oliver and bought some clothes. As much as the school uniform gets my cock hard, something more appropriate, okay?” I stroke over her silky locks and wait for her to respond.
“Okay,” she whispers, fingering the credit card on her lap.
“I also had a new phone delivered to your room. It has every number in there you could possibly want.” I leave out the fact I made sure only to add me and Jade.
“Oh. My current one is fine.” She glances around the room as if searching for it. She won’t find it. I disposed of it for her.
Reluctantly, I pull back, then instantly feel her absence. I head toward the door without giving her a second glance, already deciding how I will make the prick pay for taking me away from my girl.
Ellie is a weakness I can’t afford, but one I’m having, nonetheless.
I’ll use her for my needs and teach her how to accept me. She may think vanilla is her favorite, but by the time I finish with her, she’ll realize vanilla was never an option to begin with.