Chapter 17
My heart pounds so loud I swear it feels like it’s going to combust. Watching Rafael kiss my swollen pussy so gently after unleashing hell on my ass has me confused, but shamefully begging for more. The man is a complete whirlwind of emotion, filled with volatile anger one minute and a parallel tenderness the next, leaving me clutching to understand his complex personality.
There’s so much more to him than the empty Mafia man he portrays himself to be, and yet I can’t decide if it’s done on purpose to show the world he is cold and deadly or if it’s truly a part of him. Something inside me tells me not to push him too much, both excited and scared to reveal his true persona. Would I be disappointed?
I shake my head, unwilling to believe it. He may be dangerous and a little unhinged, but behind his mask, I know he can love without him having to admit it out loud.
Rafael unzips his pants, and before I protest, he’s lined his thick cock up with my pussy and slammed inside me so hard I fall back onto the desk, a scream of pain slicing through me.
I’m still unbelievably tender and sore from him taking my virginity last night, and he’s filled me to the hilt before withdrawing and slamming inside again and again.
“Fuck, that’s it, Little Doll, take Daddy’s big cock in your little girl pussy.” The desk moves under his strong thrusts, and his grunts fill the room while I lie on the desk, unable to move. He uses me like a rag doll, and when he pinches my small nipples, my back arches off the desk and I clench around him. “Fuck, yes, Little Doll. Fuck!” he roars, and his release floods my pussy. I can do nothing but whimper as he withdraws his still-hard cock, leaving his cum trickling out of me.
He tugs me up, and I whimper, then he pushes me to the floor. I grimace at the pain radiating from my ass cheeks, but he seems too far gone in his heightened state of arousal to notice. The way his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate, it becomes apparent he’s enjoying this, and while that should concern me, it actually thrills me that I bring him so much pleasure.
My eyes latch onto a medical dressing on his neck, so I reach out to touch it, but he grips my wrist tightly in his hand. I tilt my head, trying to figure out when he was injured as worry swims in my stomach. “What happened?”
His lip curls into a half smile. “My little doll marked me.” I narrow my eyes, unsure of what he means, then he opens his top button, exposing more of the dressing, and rips it from his skin, causing me to wince while he doesn’t so much as flinch. Small red fingerprints mark his skin, bloodied and smeared. I gasp at the realization he’s replicated our first night together permanently.
“On the floor, Little Doll. Don’t keep me waiting,” he warns, nodding toward the floor.
Like the good submissive I am, I kneel at his feet, and he swipes his dripping cock up and down my cheeks, then over my lips—the act degrading, and yet, I welcome it. His hand tangles in my hair as he yanks my head back, forcing my mouth to fall open. He pumps his cock over my lips. “I’m going to cum on your face now, Little Doll. Daddy’s going to make a mess of you. You’re going to be my little cum slut.” Oh, sweet Jesus. My pussy clenches at his filthy words, and his cum drips from me. He hisses through his teeth, and his fist works quicker and quicker. The angry head of his cock drips pre-cum onto my lips, and his saltiness invades my mouth.
“Fuck, Ellie. You’re so fucking perfect.” Using my name and his sweet endearment has my heart constricting with a fulfillment I’ve never felt before. In this moment, I know I will do everything in my power to keep him, to be his everything, and with this knowledge, I become his perfect little doll.
“Please feed me, Daddy. I’ll be a good little doll, I promise.”
His body tightens, his lips part, and his footing wavers. “Fuckkk.”
I indulge in the control I have to bring him such euphoria. Hot cum splashes over my face, lips, and tongue as triumph floods me.