His Doll: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Isabella Starling

  I let go of her and walk over to a chest in front of the king-sized bed in the room. "Open it," I order her, tapping the luxurious, buttery leather of the Chesterfield chest.

  She walks over and gives me a questioning look, bending down. I interrupt her by clicking my fingers. "On your knees, doll," I tell her gently. "You need to be on your knees in this room."

  I know it's a lot for her to hear, and she blushes something fierce, but gets down on her knees nonetheless. I love the sharp contrasts in this little one. The way she's so fucking confident and snappy in my office, but melts into a damn puddle in this room. I'm going to have fun breaking her in.

  She lowers herself, and my dick twitches at the sight of her on her knees. Alice's fingers slide across the chest, and she lifts it up, digging her nails into the plush fabric. She opens the top and peeks inside the chest curiously.

  "Put it on," I tell her, as her fingers slide over the fabrics. "The shoes, too."

  She gives me a hesitant look, but I'm determined to make her obey. If she wants to play this game, she'd better learn who's in charge here. And I don't just mean a little ordering around when we're fucking.

  I want to own her body.

  I want to own her holes.

  And most of all, I want to fucking own that beautifully broken mind of hers.

  "Will you..." She swallows hard, and redness creeps up her neck. "Will you look away? When I get changed, I mean."

  "Would it help make you feel better?" I ask her, and she gives a quick nod. "So be it. I'll turn away so my little doll can get dressed up for me."

  I approach her, tipping her defiant chin back. Her pretty eyes zero in on mine and I smirk. "But if I can't look, you'll have to describe your body for me."

  She blushes again, and I can tell she wants to take what she said back. Too bad I won't let her, and we both know it. She chews on her bottom lip but finally nods. I turn my back to her, shrugging off my blazer as I hear the rustle of her clothes behind me.

  "Tell me what you're doing, doll," I tell her. "Don't keep me in the dark. I don't like that." I flex my muscles and listen for her sweet voice to start talking.

  "I... I took my cardigan off," she says sweetly. "And my blouse, I... I'm undoing the buttons now."

  "Fold them and put them on the chest," I order her, and she obeys quietly behind me. I'm tempted to turn around, but I've always been a man of my fucking word and I let her do her thing in peace. "Your skirt next, doll. And your shoes."

  She steps out of them and her breathing gets heavier, almost panicked.

  "What are you wearing now?" I ask.

  "A bra and panties," she almost whispers back.

  "You'll have to give me details," I scold her gently. "Or else I'm gonna have to turn around."

  "It's pale pink," she says quickly. "Lace... light pink lace."

  "I see," I growl in reply, imagining her lithe little body in the ensemble. "Put two fingers between your legs, doll." She gasps in protest, but I keep talking. "Do as I say. Tell me if you're wet there."

  I hear her shuffling behind me, and finally, she manages a reply. "Y-yes," she says.

  "You can feel it over your panties?" I ask her roughly.

  "Yes," she whispers.

  "Good. Now take your hand away."

  She protests with a huff again, but I ignore it.

  "Put on the stuff in the chest. And then get on your knees," I say next.

  Her bare feet move across the floor and I hear her digging in the closet. I can almost see how red her cheeks are when she finds her outfit.

  "I can't... can't wear this," she says, anger and fear mixing in her voice.

  "Are you saying no to me?" I ask her, and her answer is hurried.

  "No, I... I just..."

  "Yes?" I ask coolly.

  She sighs and I hear more noises. My dick twitches when I hear her putting the heels on. I picked out an especially high pair for her. With the ridiculous shoes she wears to our meetings, she should handle them just fine.

  "I'm on the floor," she says softly.

  "Would you like me to turn around?" I ask.

  "Y-yes," she rushes to answer. "I'd like that, please."

  "Good," I reply with a small smile. "By the way, doll, you refer to me as Master when we're here. Is that clear?"

  A small pause, then an exhale. "Y-yes."

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes... M-master."

  Her breath is hitching.

  I turn around.

  She's a fucking vision. Wearing a pair of stockings and a see-through lace bra, and those fuck-me heels... God, she'd make any man want to be a sinner. I guess I'm the lucky one tonight.

  Her small tits are supple in the bra, perky with her nipples hard as fuck and ready to be bitten. She's wearing a strappy thong that makes me want to walk up behind her so I can admire the globes of her ass. The heels look good too, black patent Mary Janes that compliment her innocent look. The heel is skinny and tall as hell, because I have a special task for her.

  Alice's dark hair is falling down her back, and she tries to hide behind it. "Don't do that," I say roughly. "I want to see you. Don't hide from me. Ever."

  She's looking at the floor, her cheeks burning up.

  "Look at me, doll," I order her.

  She shakes her head no, and I grip her cheeks with my fingers.

  "Are you saying no to me?"

  "N-no," she whispers, and her eyes flutter up to mine. "God, I..."

  "Good girl," I mutter when our eyes connect. Her pupils are enormous. She looks fucking stunning. And I need to have my dick inside her mouth, right the fuck now.

  I straighten up again, and unbuckle my belt, the one that has several new holes now, a sign of Alice behaving herself. Her eyes follow my every move, and I catch her staring at the buckle a second too long before she glances away.

  "You like it?" I ask her with a wolfish grin. "I'll make sure to remember that."

  I strip off my shirt, unzip my trousers, and pull out my cock. I do it unceremoniously, but her eyes bulge even so, despite seeing me before.

  "I need to fuck your mouth," I tell her lazily.

  "N-now?" she asks, stuttering again. Adorable. I merely nod, and smooth her hair down all pretty.

  "While I do that, doll," I say. "You're gonna have one task. You have to hold on to your heels. And you're not going to let go for a single second. Is that understood?"

  She looks up at me, the perfect image of submission on her knees. Her fingers wrap around the heels of those slutty heels and she looks back at me. "Like this?"

  "Yes," I growl. "Just like that."

  I don't give her another moment to think about it. Instead, I take a step closer, jerking my cock slowly at the sight of her. Her chest is heaving with every breath and she looks like she's about to break. I can't wait for it.

  I gather all her hair in my fist and pull her head back.

  "Open your mouth," I tell her softly, and she parts her lips, making me laugh. "You seen my cock, doll? Think it's gonna fit in there?"

  She moans, and her eyes flutter closed as I run my tip along her lips. She licks them, and her eyes become filled with lust as she tastes me on her mouth.

  I pull on her hair harder, giving her an affectionate look. I've been so careful with her, so sweet and caring. I'm not usually like this, and I know we both crave something more. Perhaps tonight is the night we both get to have it.

  With that thought, I push my dick inside her pretty little mouth unceremoniously. She gasps, but it only makes me go deeper. I don't stop, even when she flails and gasps loudly. Her fingers don't leave those heels and I'm proud of her. Her eyes, however... They're on mine, begging, asking for more.

  "Good girl," I tell her softly, stroking her red-hot cheeks. "Such a good little girl."

  I start fucking her mouth. I'm not gentle. I'm not sure I can be, not after tonight. And I know she wants it this way.

  I thrust my hips inside her, not giving her time to adjust, just fu
cking her tight mouth harder and harder with every push of my hips. She's dribbling down my cock, and her eyes roll back as she moans for more.

  I feel my dick growing harder for her, making her mouth expand and adjust to the feel of me inside her. She's sloppy, doesn't have a fucking clue what she's doing, and it's still the best blowjob I've ever had. Her eyes focus on mine again and I can see her hands twitching, desperate to pull me in closer as I fuck her mouth. But she's a good girl, obedient as ever as she keeps those fingers firmly wrapped around the heels.

  I quicken my pace, and I really start fucking her. Alice's mouth is hot and wet, the perfect hole for my throbbing cock. I fill it up, pushing balls deep inside her as I see her adjust to my size.

  She whimpers and moans, and I can feel her trying to say Master against my cock. It only makes me go harder, fuck her mouth deeper, claim her hole for myself only. She feels fucking incredible, the way she starts sucking desperately as I fuck, desperate to get me deeper.

  I stop thinking. Stop caring about hurting her. I only need to come, fuck myself into her young little mouth and defile her. I can barely tell she's coming, feeling her vibrate all around my cock, I'm so lost in my thrusts.

  I feel my own orgasm building up and I know I only need a few thrusts more to come down her throat. She eyes me desperately, wanting it.

  And then it happens.

  A crack goes through the room and she gasps. Her hands flutter to her cheeks and my dick pops out of her mouth.

  "I'm sorry," she breathes, looking up at me. She looks like a wild fucking animal, eyes wide and crazed, breathing heavily and on the verge of coming again. "I... I-it broke off, I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't..."

  I look at the floor and see the heel of her shoe snapped off and discarded. She moves away from me, crawling into a corner and gasping, half-scared, half overcome with fucking lust, ready to come for me again.

  "I didn't mean to, didn't mean to, didn't mean to," she keeps repeating. "It broke off in my hand, I pulled it too hard."

  Her eyes are so desperate. So beautiful. "Don't punish me, Jacob."

  I come closer slowly, a sweet smile on my lips. I touch her pretty mouth, slick with her own spit and the juices from my cock.

  "You let go," I tell her simply. "And you called me by my name, doll." She gulps, and I grin. "Still think I shouldn't punish you?"

  She opens her mouth, but stops herself before replying. And her eyes are more desperate than ever as she whispers, "Hurt me, please..."

  Eleven

  Alice

  I've backed myself into a corner and there's no getting out now. So why is my heart beating so uncontrollably fast, like it's going to burst out of my own chest?

  This was what I fucking wanted. This is what I was secretly hoping for. This... this is what I've been craving.

  Yet when I'm faced with Jacob the way he is in the basement, so feral, like a complete animal, I can't help the shot of fear running through my veins along with the adrenaline. I'm as scared as I am turned on, but the sooner becomes the latter as he advances on me.

  He grabs me in his arms like I'm a fucking doll and I try to breathe normally as he puts me on the chest I had to get my clothes out of. He makes me get on all fours on it and I shake so badly I nearly fall over.

  "You were a good girl up until now, Alice," he tells me darkly. "But I knew you'd fail sooner or later. Remember your belt? The one we've been putting holes in?"

  My eyes re-fixated on him, wide and scared as I watch him walk back to where his trousers are crumpled on the floor. He reaches down and takes the belt out of the loops, bringing it over to me.

  "I reckon it has enough holes in it now for what I want to do," he tells me sweetly, running a finger along my lips. "What do you think, Alice?"

  "I-I..." I can't even speak, my words drying up on my lips as soon as I open my mouth.

  "It's ok." He strokes my cheek sweetly and I lean into his embrace, because as scared as I fucking am, I want this. Want him. In any shade of darkness he wants me to have him in. "Shhh, doll, I'm not going to hurt you."

  He comes towards me and before I can react, he's got the belt around my neck. He chuckles, satisfied with himself, when there are enough holes in the leather to buckle it tightly around my throat, and I tremble. Jacob holds the belt loosely with one hand, while the other wanders between my legs. I close my eyes tightly, embarrassed as hell when I feel myself drip on his outstretched hand.

  "You're so wet, doll," he groans. His fingers push my panties aside and he slides one in, growling like a beast when he finds me soaked. "Jesus, you dirty little girl. You want this?"

  I look up at him, my eyes filled with lust and longing. I'm surprised to find him a little shell-shocked, but his expression changes soon into one of determination.

  "I'm gonna play with my pretty doll now," he tells me, whispering in my ear. "Because this is how we play at my house."

  He pulls on the belt. Hard.

  I gasp for air, finding none, and for some reason, it makes me fucking drip harder. I'm so wet I can feel my own cum running down my thighs, and my cheeks are burning up from the embarrassment.

  Jacob climbs on the bed in front of the chest, and tugs on the belt. I crawl closer to him, coming to rest on my knees, with my hands on my thighs in front of him.

  "Good girl," he tells me softly, and I try to imagine this man as the one from upstairs.

  This isn't you, I want to tell him. You don't want to hurt me. You want me to enjoy this, and not in a way that makes me hate myself.

  But I don't say a single word.

  Maybe it's because I've already developed strong enough feelings for him to want to please him.

  Maybe it's because...

  He pulls on the belt again to get my attention and I choke.

  "Ride me now, doll," he orders me. I stare at him, his broad chest and shoulders, the skin there covered in beautiful ink.

  "It's okay," I tell him. "You can hurt me, Jacob. I won't be mad."

  He just stares at me for a long time without saying a word, and I feel my cheeks burning up, his eyes are digging so deep into my mind, like he can read my fucking thoughts. Finally, he pulls me closer, and he makes me crawl to him, over his body and on top of his chest until I've straddled him.

  "Fuck yourself," he tells me softly. "Push your panties to the side and fuck yourself on my cock. If you don't make yourself cum, you don't have to be punished."

  I don't hesitate, and I practically rip the thong off before climbing on top of him. His cock is hard and throbbing, and I lick my lips before pushing him inside me. I can still taste him on my mouth.

  I let out a moan as Jacob's dick slips inside me, nearly passing out when I feel him pushing deeper than before. It's only the second time we've fucked and yet it feels like we were made to do this, like the only thing we were put here to do was to be with each other, with Jacob filling me up like this.

  Slowly, I start to move up and down on his cock and it feels so incredible I can barely manage more than a few moves with my hips. Every time he hits that wall inside me, every time I feel him throb, I feel like I'm going to come undone.

  Jacob's toying with the belt buckle, clacking it like a warning, and it's making sweat drip down my back nervously. I try so hard, so hard, not to fucking cum, but feeling him get so hard on me is finally too much.

  I try to hide it, letting out a low moan as the orgasm takes over me, but my eyes fly open and I look at Jacob as I swallow my scream.

  He leans over to me, pulling on the belt hard and taking my hips in his hands. He never once looks away from my eyes. "Bad doll," he tells me roughly, and I can barely hear him, because I'm still so fucking lost in the delirium he pushed me into. "Bad fucking doll. Good girls follow orders. Good girls don't cum when they're not supposed to."

  I start to crumple in his arms but he holds me up, and he starts fucking me from below, holding up my whole weight as he pounds inside me. All I can let out is gasp after gasp as he f
ucks me, and it feels like every thrust of his powerful heaps is another orgasm until I can barely breathe, or move, or feel.

  "I can't," I beg him. "I can't go anymore, fucking please."

  "You wanted to cum," he chuckles in my ear. "You wanted to cum despite me telling you not to."

  "I'm sorry," I tell him desperately. "I'm sorry, I promise, I won't do it again. I promise Jacob, just... god, don't stop."

  "You don't want me to?" he whispers in my ear, and he keeps doing it, unraveling me thread by thread as he fucks my pussy. "God, you're getting too tight, doll. Swollen shut from coming."

  I moan in relief, but he strokes my cheek softly, whispering in my ear, "Lucky you have another hole."

  My eyes go impossibly wide as he flips me over. He positions me over his cock and I feel him probing at my entrance. The mere thought of having him in my ass sends me into a panic, and I start to fight.

  I guess it takes him by surprise when I throw the first punch, scrambling to get away from him. He just sits on the bed as I topple over the bed, barely able to stand on my two feet, probably still coming and running for the stairs.

  "No more," I beg him, and I feel the tears running down my face. "No more, fucking please, Jacob, I'm scared." I fall down by the door and scratch on the wood pathetically, like someone can save me now. I'm too fucking far gone to even open the damn door.

  He just stares at me from the bed as I sob and cry and repeat his name, begging him to stop even though he's not doing anything. Finally, he gets up and pulls his boxers up, and I watch him walking towards me with fear in my eyes.

  He won't look at me, and he crouches next to the heap my body has made at the top of the stairs.

  "I'm sorry," he says stiffly. "I'm so fucking sorry, doll."

  He doesn't reach to touch me as I burst into tears. He didn't hurt me. He didn't leave marks. He played a game with me and he won. I wanted to see this. I asked him to keep going every time.

  So why am I so fucking scared?

  "It's okay," he tells me roughly. "You're gonna be alright. I'll open your door, and you can leave, go to a friend's place, to your room, whatever you fucking want."