Chapter 18
Her small frame falls to the floor, as if unable to take any more, and I smile. She’s absolutely incredible, my perfect little toy.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life than her marked, exhausted body covered in my cum.
Tugging my jacket from my chair, I drape it over her and scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. I cover every inch of her as I head out of my office and upstairs to her room.
“Oliver?” she says through heavy lids.
My throat clogs at the way she’s always so concerned about my son’s welfare. “He’s fine, baby.” I soothe her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead while her eyes close at my words. The thrum of her heart against me sends a surge of longing deep inside me, a peculiar sensation that has me both want to fight it and welcome it. Unable to understand it, I concentrate on my task at hand.
I kick open her bedroom door and march toward her bed, then pull back the sheets with one hand and gently place her down. Then I stride into her bathroom and open the cupboard in search of some lotion for her ass, and sigh when I find it. Grabbing the cup on the bathroom counter, I fill it with water and snatch up the painkillers from her toiletry bag, smiling to myself at her replaced birth control sitting there.
It’s not lost on me that this is something new to me; I never bother with aftercare.
Ever.
The way she’s curled on her side in the fetal position has my heart thumping loudly with an acute need to care for her, so I kneel on the bed.
“Let Daddy take care of you,” I whisper while lathering my fingers in the soothing lotion. She flinches when I coat the welts of her ass in the lotion, but I ignore her, knowing it’s what’s best for my little doll.
“Open your mouth, Little Doll. Take your pain relief.” She does as I ask, and I place the pills on her tongue, giving her an extra one in the hopes it makes her night more comfortable, then I bring the cup to her lips, and she swallows them down. I stroke over her silky locks with pride. “Good girl.”
When I’m finished, I stand to look down on her, and my mind is at war with itself. I don’t want to leave her, but I’m not sure why I actually want to stay, not when I’ve finished using her for now.
“Will you stay with me?” she mutters, and my heart leaps.
I glance at my watch. I have a dinner meeting at my father’s house but can spare time for her. Pulling my phone from my pants pocket, I fire him a text informing him I’m running late because of an emergency.
Kicking off my shoes, I move around to the other side of the bed and slide onto the mattress beside her. She shuffles closer and whimpers. Unsure of what to do, I simply stroke over her silky hair as she rests her head on my thigh, bringing with it a sliver of comfort but also guilt for not helping her feel better.
“What do you want, Little Doll? Tell Daddy how I can make it all better.”
She sniffles, and my throat constricts. “I-I don’t know. I just want you.” Her hand clings to my waist, and a strange feeling overcomes me. I want to bring her comfort, much like when I used her throat in the car.
I pop open my pants, lower my zipper, and pull out my semihard cock, tapping it against her lips, seeking approval. Of course, my little doll complies and suckles on the head, and I hiss, battling with becoming hard once again.
Holding her head lightly in place with one hand, I rest the other behind my head, letting my little doll suckle my cock like a pacifier, bringing her comfort, as well as me.
Her content sigh brings a momentous feeling of satisfaction, like I’m repenting for the way I used her and letting her now use me.
I battle with the need to thrust inside her, to command her to choke around my length and gag on my control. Instead, I sit back, relax, and revel in her sweet tenderness, allowing her to control me.