Chapter 9
“Leave!” I grit out to the piece of shit on the floor. He scrambles to his feet, and I turn to glare at him. “If you say anything...”
“I won’t. I swear, I won’t.” Then I give him a firm nod, my eyes drilling into his until he gulps, then scurries out of the room as if his ass is on fire. My finger twitches to add a bullet to him.
“He’s gone.” Her soft voice filters through my budding anger, creeping in and sending an unfamiliar, comforting sensation over my body. I’m unsure if I like it or not. I like to be in control, and everything about Ellie makes me reckless. I’ve never had an obsession with anything before, and the feeling is almost too much to bear.
“Get on your knees.” I keep my voice even and watch her pretty face for a response, expecting her to defy me and give me the perfect excuse to lash out and give her my anger. She surprises me and licks her lips and kneels before me. My cock throbs in my pants at the sight of her on her knees, and I close my eyes to stop my balls from drawing up and coating my boxers in cum. Instead, I focus on the image of her being kissed by the punk. Him taking her lips, my little doll. My fists pump and my temple pulsates as the need to control and punish her while washing away the memory becomes my lifeline to sanity.
“I’m going to wash away his touch,” I grit out while unbuckling my pants.
Her big brown eyes stare back at me, so innocent yet so deadly. “I want you to,” she whispers, and I almost combust with euphoria. My hand grasps my cock, and I hiss as I give it a pump, encouraging the pre-cum to spill from my slit in a stream of pleasure.
Gripping my cock in a tight fist, I pinch the tip to stop myself from coming, then bring it to her lips, slowly dragging it over her top lip. Her warm touch against my slit and seeing the evidence of my pre-cum coat her, compels a whoosh of air to leave my lungs. I repeat the action with her bottom lip, rougher this time, rubbing in my pleasure, forcing her to accept me.
“Open your mouth, Little Doll.”
Her eyes swim with desire, and my lip curls at how much she enjoys me treating her like my toy. She does as I ask, her lips falling open. “Stick out your tongue, let Daddy wash it.”
Her pink tongue sticks out of her mouth, and I swipe the head of my cock up and down it, then pump my cock over it, faster and faster, my aggression building with each stroke. “You never let another man touch you again. Do you understand?” I pump faster, and she nods. Her lips brush over the tip of my cock, and lightning bolts of need burst through me.
I snap my free hand out and grip the back of her silky locks, yanking her head back so she faces the ceiling.
Fuck me, she’s perfect.
The vein running up my cock throbs beneath my fist. Never have I been so eager, so turned fucking on, so desperate in my entire life.
“Don’t swallow! Don’t you dare fucking swallow,” I bite out, and her eyes widen as if understanding.
Pleasure zips up my spine, the sound of my fist working my cock fills the room. Every muscle in my body is pulled tight, threatening to snap under the pressure of my orgasm.
“Fuckkk!” My slit opens, allowing me to spill onto her tongue and over her face. Warmth coats my fingers when it overflows from her mouth and down her chin. My orgasm is violent, full of my insanity, and when the last of my cum escapes, the pressure in my muscles eases, allowing me to relax.
I make quick work of tucking my spent cock into my pants while she remains kneeling, waiting for instruction. Placing two fingers together, I swipe at the cum in her mouth, painting each of her cheeks with my ownership, my possession.
My cum drips from her chin and onto her school blouse, causing my cock to ache. “Open your blouse.”
She scrambles with her buttons, and I swallow thickly at her exposed flesh. A need to see her tits consumes me, but I won’t allow myself, not yet.
I swipe more of my cum from her mouth, and it covers my fingers. “Swallow.” She swallows, and the sound is like an aphrodisiac. “Stand.”
She stands, not reaching my shoulder, and I delight in our size difference, my six-three to her five feet—my little doll to play with.
Then I slide my hand inside her blouse. Loving the way her chest rises and her breath hitches, I slip my fingers past her cotton bra, and when I touch the swell of her small tits, my solid cock aches to touch them too. “Fuck, you’re small, Little Doll.” I finger her nipples, coating them with my cum. “So perfect and small.” I play with her peaks, and my mouth waters to taste myself on her. I slide my other hand to the back of her head, drawing her closer and enjoying the silkiness of her hair while I play with her tit. She whimpers, and my hardening cock squirts pre-cum.
“Are your panties wet?”
“Yes.”
I groan. “Fuck. You like Daddy playing with your tits, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Is your little pussy dripping for me?”
Her moan has me plucking at her nipple. “Yes.”
“Such a good girl, letting Daddy wash your mouth and letting him play with you.”
Her body sags into me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
My pulse thrums with want. “Would you like Daddy to touch your little cunt?”
“Oh god,” she says as I swirl my finger over the hardened tip, ensuring it’s well coated with my cum. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Mm, you want Daddy’s fingers inside you, don’t you? My needy little doll.”
“Yes.” Her breathy whimper has me retracting my hand from her chest, then hiking up her school skirt and pushing her panties to the side. I’m torn between wanting to see everything and being unable to wait to touch her. The latter wins, and I slip my fingers over her wet pussy lips.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.” I stroke over her folds, my throat becoming dry at how soft she is.
“Oh god.”
“Mm, my little doll likes her pussy being played with. Let’s see what we have here.” She sucks in a sharp breath as I play with the opening of her hole, swirling my finger around it.
Then with one finger, I slowly edge it inside her.
Holy fuck, she’s small and tight, so fucking tight my boxers become wetter. Her hand grips onto my shirt.
“You’re so fucking small. You can hardly take my finger.” I pump in and out, only ever going as far as halfway. “Let Daddy in.”
“Please,” she begs, and I push in farther, until I’m met with resistance. Her body jolts at the intrusion. “Oh god.”
“Shit.” I withdraw my finger and raise her chin. “Have you never had a cock inside you, Little Doll?”
The flush on her cheeks expands, and nervousness coats her features, making me want to wrap her in my arms and protect her.
“No.” Her gaze searches mine, and the overwhelming urge to protect her and consume her, to keep her, becomes my everything. No one will hurt my little doll, no one will touch her ever again, nobody but me. It’s a feeling like no other. Nothing has ever been inside her. My little doll is all perfect and new to be played with, and that awareness has an intoxicating electricity rushing though my body, so powerful it threatens to detonate my veins.
“I’ll protect you, Little Doll.” I kiss the top of her head and ignore the confusion on her face as I step away from her. “Go pack your bags, we’re leaving.”
“Leaving?”
I pull my phone from my pocket and tap out a text to my team.
Me:I want Ellie’s room cleared when we leave and anything else in the house that looks to be hers.
“Yes, and I want to speak to your father.” I watch for her reaction.
Her head rears back and her eyes widen. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to speak to my father?”
Annoyance builds inside me at her questioning. “Because I’m telling him you belong to me now.”
“What does that even mean, Rafael?”
“It means you’re mine.”
“Your what?” She raises an eyebrow.
I face her, taking in the way she shifts from side to side, vulnerability radiating from her, and I itch to give her reassurance, but I’m not sure how.
“My little doll.” Her face falls, and my heart skips a beat at the disappointment rolling off her. She tries to mask it, but my throat becomes dry while I will myself to do better, to give her what she needs. “I’ll look after you,” I say, hoping that’s enough to reassure her.
My phone pings, and I glance down at it.
Kai:The house is empty
Me:?
Kai:EMPTY. There’s nothing downstairs.
My eyes snap up to Ellie’s, and she chews on the inside of her mouth, oblivious to the turmoil waving through me. Just what the fuck is going on?
“Where’s your father?”
Her chest rises. “I don’t know.” How can she not know? Anger has my body vibrating as I stare at her.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You must fucking know!” I boom, regretting it the moment she flinches.
This time, I try a softer approach. “When was the last time you saw him?”
She swallows and wrings her hands together. “About seven months ago. He goes off on vacations.”
“Seven. Fucking. Months. Ago?”
She huffs. “I’m used to being alone, Rafael.” My heart skips a beat at the way she attempts to conceal her vulnerability, and I hate the fact she’s been put in this predicament.
“Used to it?” I stare at her, eyes wide from the way she shrugs off the fact she’s living here alone.
She turns on her heel and stomps toward the closet, and the tension in my body eases ever so slightly when she takes clothes off the hanging rail and tucks them into a small bag without needing me to reiterate my plans.
“He goes off, living his life with whatever woman he paid for, and sometimes he comes back for a few days.”
I text Kai again.
Me:Find him.
“How long?”
She pokes her head around the closet door. “Huh?”
“How long has he been doing this for?”
She shrugs her shoulder. “Since I was thirteen. Each time he stays away for longer, one day, he won’t come back. I know that.”
I grind my jaw from side to side. I’m going to fucking kill him—slowly.
She continues packing while I take in her room. It’s pretty, pink, and everything I imagine a teenage girl’s room should look like. I touch the photos beside her desk and glance down at the blood splatter with pride. After opening her bathroom door, I step inside and smile at how tidy my little doll is. I lift her various lotions, sniffing them and taking in her scent while making a mental note of the brand of cocoa butter she uses. I’ll ensure she has everything she needs and more. Then I open her toiletry bag and freeze. Pulling the pills out, I drop the bag into the sink, ignoring the scattering of the contents, and anger bubbles inside me. My heart hammers, and I close my eyes while I silently seethe, trying desperately to rein in my temper.
She’s on the fucking pill.
Does she plan on leaving me, leaving us?
To go to college and start a life without us.
I ball my hands into fists.
When I have her little cunt, it will be for keeps; she’s my little doll.
Mine.
Snapping my eyes open, I glance toward the door before pulling my phone from my pockets and firing Kai another message.
Me:I’m going to send you a photo of some pills. I want them replaced with something that can knock her up quickly. The same packaging. She suspects NOTHING.
Kai:Understood.
Shoving the pills back in the bag, I make quick work of stuffing her makeup in with the contents, placing it back on the counter. I smile to myself as my heart rate becomes regular once again, relieved to be back in control.
Then I open the door and step back into her room, and she walks around me and into the bathroom, where she begins to gather up her toiletries along with the birth control pills, the ones that will be replaced by the end of today. I check out her dresser to see what she owns and what she will need. My eyes go wide when I pull open the drawer to find it full of wads of cash. She steps up behind me and slams it shut.
“That’s mine.”
I turn to face her. “For what?”
She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at me with defiance. “My future.”
I scoff and throw my head back on a laugh.
“Don’t be a dick, Rafael. I don’t want anyone touching my shit either.” She glares at me, then swallows. “Please. This is my space. Mine. I don’t have a lot, but I have this.” She waves her hand around the room.
Her eyes become glassy, and I swallow past the lump in my throat. “You have me and you have Oliver.”
Her solemn face lights up, and a smile tugs at her lips.
“Come on, Little Doll. Let’s get you home.”
I shoot a text to Kai.
Me:Leave her room untouched.