Chapter 16
Fury flooded my veins at being interrupted without so much as a knock on the door, and when I delivered my deadly glare toward the perpetrator, my anger dissipated within a matter of seconds. Seeing Ellie standing before me, cradling my son in her arms, had me rushing to her side. My first thought was Oliver was sick. Never in a million years did I expect the issue to be regarding his home-schooling system.
Her simmering with anger at how Oliver is schooled only intensified my already ravenous, uncontrollable feelings toward her. She is not only beautiful, and completely innocent, but she is also strong and unperturbed about danger. Something I will need to address at a later date, but seeing her stand up for my son leaves me with no doubt she will be the perfect mother.
Rosalita clicks the door shut, taking Oliver with her, and Ellie’s cheeks pinken under my dark scrutiny. She fidgets on her feet and tugs on my shirt. My chest fills with pride at her wearing it.
“Are you wearing shorts beneath my shirt?” I raise an eyebrow.
Her mouth falls open. “Of course.”
I sigh as the air thickens between us.
“I just want to protect him,” she blurts, and her flush deepens.
My finger strokes her heated cheek, and a small puff of air escapes her lips, a clear indicator to the effect I have on her.
“I know you do, baby.”
Her tense body relaxes slightly.
“But you can’t come storming in here. Especially when I’m in the middle of a meeting.” I leave my voice firm. Even though I don’t fucking care about the meeting, I don’t let on it’s meaningless compared to her and my son.
She glances down at her feet. “I understand.”
“I should punish you.” My fingers tremble as I stroke over her skin. I want to punish her. Need to punish her. Yet, I’d rather give her pleasure. Another first for me.
I shake my head at the notion, unwilling to acknowledge it.
“Is your pussy sore?” The thought of her still feeling where my cock powered into her tight cunt has it thickening in my slacks.
“Ye-yes.”
I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and her brown eyes latch onto mine, anchoring me, pleading with me to show mercy when every part of me screams to unleash, to break her.
Maybe I could have both. Maybe I could show her how I feel while delivering what I need.
“Take off your shorts and panties and lean over my desk. I want to see my little doll’s pussy.”
Her chest rises and her gaze darts to my desk. Noticing the pile of paperwork preventing her from finding a spot to follow my command, I swipe the contents to the floor and nod for her to undress.
Her coy smile has my blood pumping. My cock is going in her pussy, no matter how sore she is. It’s all I’ve been able to think about: her small whimpers and cries of pain and the way her cunt wrapped around me like a vise as I took what I needed from her, and she allowed it. My perfect little submissive doll.
I step back, and she drops her shorts and panties to the floor. “Unbutton your shirt, Little Doll. Let Daddy see those little tits.”
Her fingers shake as she opens each button, exposing more and more of her olive skin as she does, then she discards the shirt to the floor too.
“Lean over the desk,” I demand.
She audibly swallows, and I revel in her nervousness, but she complies without hesitation, and my cock spurts with excitement.
Unbuckling my belt, I tug it from my pants, not missing the shiver racking her slight frame as I do so.
My mouth waters to taste her, and when I kick her feet apart, her swollen pussy is barely visible, but enough to make me reconsider my actions. I ignore the foreign feeling of guilt as eagerness to taste her pumps through my veins like an uncontrollable poison, filling them with hostility and annoyance at the way my body begs for hers. The way I lose my carefully constructed control around her and question everything I’ve ever known is confusing. It’s dangerous and destructive, but I’m not even willing to attempt to stop it. Not when I want her so much.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Little Doll. Now Daddy is going to punish you.”
I fold the belt in half. “I’m going to whip your ass, and you’re going to apologize after each lash. Do you understand?” I trail my finger over her ass cheek, delighting in the goose bumps spreading over her skin like a wildfire.
“Ye-yess.”
Taking a step back, I raise the belt and swipe it through the air, and the crack on her ass forces her body to buck. When she cries out, my cock leaks in my boxers. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy.” A sob erupts from her, and a thrill of excitement surges through me.
I repeat the motion.
CRACK.
She sniffles as she gathers her words. “I’m sorry.”
CRACK.
Again, the belt sails through the air, slapping against her ass so hard, it leaves a crimson welt.
“Daddy’s little doll takes his belt so well,” I coo as I stroke my hand over her reddened globe. She cries out at my touch, then I step back and slap it against her skin, harder this time.
CRACK.
She screams but does not try to stop me, and the fact she’s accepting this only gets me harder.
“Daddy’s little belt slut. You need punishing, Little Doll.”
CRACK.
“I-I’m sorry,” she mumbles through tears.
Another lash rains down on her, and her body jumps at the impact. Then, as I raise the belt again and stare down at my little doll, I notice that the skin is slightly broken, and I drop the belt like a hot brick. I might enjoy punishing her, but I won’t have her hating me for pushing her too hard, no matter how much I’d enjoy tasting her blood on my tongue again.
She tries to curl her body into the desk, but I waste no time in pushing her hair to the side. Her startled eyes meet mine, and this time I handle her differently. I turn her, lifting her onto the desk, and ignore her wince at her tender ass touching the woodwork.
“Put your feet on the desk.”
She sniffles uncontrollably but does as I ask, causing arousal to flash through me, desperate to escape through my cock.
I kneel on the floor, my face level with her pussy, and the scent encompasses me. “It’s swollen, baby.” I observe, then tenderly stroke over her reddened plump flesh. My finger glides over her pussy lips, wetness coating them as I do, causing my mouth to water at my creation.
“I know.” Her sniffle turns to a pant, and my lip quirks at her sudden change in reaction toward me.
“Do you want Daddy to kiss it better, Little Doll?”
Her breathing hitches and a slight mewl escapes her. “Ye-yess, please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Moving closer, I inhale her pussy scent, then, with my gaze locked onto hers, I swipe my tongue through her slick folds. My mouth waters at her taste. It’s addictive, all-consuming, and fucking delicious.
Flattening my tongue, I lap at her juice greedily, curling it inside her small hole. She bucks beneath me, and her fingers tangle in my hair. I graze my teeth over her sensitive slit, and her reaction is gratifying as I work her into a frenzy, her ass lifting off the desk to meet my face with each thorough stroke of my tongue.
“Show me your tits, Little Doll. I want to see you play with your little nipples while I lick my little girl.”
Her fingers tug on her bra, and she pulls her small flesh over the top of the lacy fabric. Then I watch her as I suck her clit into my mouth and she plays with the hardened tips of her rosy nipples. They’re beautiful, the best nipples I’ve ever seen, perfect.
“I... I like it when you lick me, Daddy,” she pants wantonly. Her words are an aphrodisiac to my soul. I rub the scruff of my jawline into her, encouraging her to grind against me faster.
“You like Daddy kissing you better?” I pepper her soft skin with gentle kisses.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Don’t stop.” I swirl my tongue around her hole, then back up to her clit, paying extra attention to it when it swells against my tongue.
“Oh god. Oh god, Daddy.” Her hips buck, her pants become moans of pleasure, and her lips part as she screams her release, flooding my tongue with her essence.
Jesus, my little doll tastes divine.