Chapter 23
Iroll over in bed and sigh when I see the clock flashing 3:30 a.m. back at me. I haven’t seen Rafael since he left me at the breakfast table with Oliver. He left soon after Kendal, and I’m not going to lie, I was worried he’d chased after her. It’s all I could think about for the rest of the day.
Oliver and I played an abundance of games to help with his speech without him realizing. Then we took a swim in the pool. Again, I encouraged his speech with a game of Marco Polo. I bathed him, then we made pancakes for dinner and watched a movie before I carried him to bed. He clutched my hand as I read The Hungry Caterpillar to him, then I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and wished him a good night’s sleep before taking a long soak in the bath to soothe my aching ass.
Turning on my side again, I tussle with the sheets and check my phone, disappointed to have no messages from him.
“Why aren’t you asleep, Little Doll?”
My entire body freezes at his deep voice coming from the doorway.
“I was worried about you.”
His forehead creases as he narrows his eyes. “Worried?”
I sit up, taking the sheet with me. “Yes, Rafael, worried,” I snap back. “You left this morning, and it’s”—I glance at the clock—“three forty a.m. now.”
Rafael unbuttons his shirt as he closes the door and steps toward the bed.
“You don’t need to worry about me.” He kicks off his shoes and drops his pants and boxers in one swoop. “Show me those tits, Little Doll. They make me so fucking hard, baby.” I drop the sheet and brush my hair over my shoulders, exposing my tight buds to him.
“Fuck, I love how small they are.”
He kneels onto the bed, his cold hands find my small tits, and he kneads them in his palms. His calloused touch sends a pang of desire through me, and my pussy becomes wet.
Rafael licks down my neck, then peppers kisses back up and across my jawline to my waiting lips. His tongue invades my mouth roughly, and I fight him for control, but of course I have none.
He grunts as he thrusts against me while his hand finds the back of my hair, holding me in place.
“I want to fuck my baby in you, Ellie.”
Oh Jesus.
His tongue pushes inside my mouth again, not giving me a chance to respond. I can only moan as his thumb flicks over my nipple, sending sparks of electricity through my body.
I pull back from him, and he nips at my lip as punishment. “Pl-please.”
Before I know what’s happening, he spins me around, pushes my head to the mattress, pulls my thighs apart, and spits on my ass.
“Rafael?”
His finger trails down my spine so lightly I barely feel it. “Shh, Little Doll. Daddy wants to play and make you feel good, then he’s going to come so deep inside you, you’re going to grow him a baby.”
When he reaches my ass, I can’t help but try to clench my legs closed, but he positions himself between them, preventing me from moving, the hand on my hip bruising.
Then he dips his head between my legs and his wet lips tease over my slick folds. His breath breezing over me has me relaxing. Dipping his tongue in and out of my pussy, he slides it up toward my asshole, making my muscles tighten.
He chuckles against my ass cheek. “Let Daddy lick your hole, Little Doll.”
He stretches my ass cheeks, holding them open, and licks around my sensitive hole. “Fuck, Daddy is going to feast on his little doll’s ass, baby.”
Wetness gathers between my legs, and I can’t help but to push back into him with a heavy moan of pleasure. The forbidden touch is overwhelming. “Daddy,” I pant as he pushes a finger into my pussy, and I clench around it.
“Tell Daddy to keep licking your ass, Little Doll. Tell Daddy you like being used like a filthy little slut for him.”
“Oh god.”
He withdraws his finger and smacks my ass hard, causing me to whimper at the pain because of the welts.
“Daddy. I like you using me.”
“Mmm.” His tongue thrusts into my ass, then circles the sensitive skin before repeating the motion while his finger slides back inside me with ease.
“I’m your little doll, Daddy, your little slut.”
“Yes, you fucking are. Mine.” He slaps my ass, causing pain and pleasure to ripple through me.
I push my ass back, enjoying his forbidden touch more than I ever thought possible. “Lick my ass, Daddy.”
“Say please.” His tongue skims over my hole, and he toys with me.
“Please lick me, Daddy.”
“Fuck. Does it feel good being my dirty little doll?”
He flicks his tongue over me, and I push back into him, and the scruff on his jaw adds to my need while I coat him. My wetness covers him, and I revel in the way he growls, as if loving it as much as me. I’m his dirty little doll who likes her daddy using her. “Feels so good.” I moan.
“Beg me to put a baby in you. Beg me to make you a mommy.”
“Oh god.”
He withdraws his finger again and smacks my ass.
“I’m on birth control.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck, Little Doll. If I want you pregnant, then I’ll do it.” He yanks my hair to turn my head to the side, then surges his finger covered with my pussy juice into my mouth, making me gag when he hits the back of my throat. Then he drags it over my tongue, and I suck on it, like the compliant little doll he created. “Understand?”
All coherent thoughts leave my brain, and I can do nothing but comply. “Ye-yes.” He withdraws his finger, and this time, he pushes it deep into my ass without warning. I try to move away from him, the intrusion jarring and uncomfortable, but he holds me steadfast, then his steel cock slams inside me, taking my breath away. “I’m going to fuck you so deep, Little Doll. Use you to breed for me.”
Holy shit. Why the hell do I like that idea so much?
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming inside again and again, harder, each surge more powerful than the last. His finger in my ass works in time with his thrusts, and when he pushes another finger inside me, forcing a whimper to escape me, the burning sensation hurts, and I want it to stop while also wanting to plead for more.
“Fuck, Daddy loves those little whimpers.” He slams inside me harder, cementing how much he gets off on my pain and pleasure. “It gets me so fucking hard,” he says through clenched teeth, then he sinks his teeth into my neck, causing me to cry out at the sharp pain.
The slapping of our skin fills the room, along with my moans as a tsunami of pleasure builds inside me.
“What are you?” he snaps out as one hand pulls me up by the hair.
“Daddy’s little doll.”
He drops me onto the mattress. “That’s right. Daddy’s little doll to use.”
“Yes. Yes.” I chant as the pressure inside me escalates. “I’m Daddy’s to use.”
“Daddy’s to breed. To put babies inside this little pussy.” He grunts with each thrust.
My vision blurs as my orgasm explodes around him. The creaking of the mattress and the wooden headboard hitting the wall plays out as background noise while I scream into the pillow, clinging onto the sheets as he erupts inside me, promising me a future I could only ever dream of.