His Doll: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Isabella Starling

  She sucks on my fingers eagerly, but as desperate as her mouth is, sweet little Alice is still trying to get away from me. Her body is shaking, jerking, trying to pull out of my grasp, but I don't have any fucking mercy for her. I fuck her hard, bruise her cunt from the inside and feel her juice running down my groin.

  The fucking sounds she makes betray her, and she begs for more with every thrust of my hips inside her, licking and biting at my fingers, so damn desperate for me.

  I pull her hair back hard until she looks at me, eyes wide and pupils dilated as fuck, looking like little black holes.

  "Cum," I tell her, and she fucking melts at the word, falls apart in my arms. I hold her up so I can keep fucking her, feeling her tight little hole milking my dick for every drop of cum I've worked up for her. I'm gonna explode soon, but not before I ruin her completely.

  Once she comes, I don't let her stop. I keep fucking her as viciously as ever, demanding more from her, more from her cunt. I use her little body for my pleasure and she fucking loves it, rolling her eyes back. My fingers fall out of her mouth because she forgets what it means to suck, and I replace them with my palm over her mouth as she comes for the second, third and fourth time. She's a fucking mess, trembling and shaking and begging, saying nonsense as I pump myself inside her, getting ready to fill her up.

  I smooth her hair back and she looks up at me, pretty black tears messing up her perfect makeup.

  "So fucking pretty when you cry," I tell her with a smile, and with a groan, I fill her up to the brim. She comes again when she feels me explode, crying and sobbing and saying my name. I let go of her mouth so I can listen to her beg, more, more, always fucking more.

  "More, more, more," she mumbles, letting out a low shriek and shaking, collapsing on my cock. "Jacob, please, keep fucking me, keep going, I don't care who sees, just keep going, keep fucking going."

  I don't stop until her words dry her mouth up, and she's a lifeless little doll still bouncing on my cock. I lift her up gently and turn her to face me in the now deathly quiet hallway. I kiss her slack mouth and bite down on her lips hard, and she nibbles at me, still wanting more.

  I don't let go of her until I'm sure she can stand up by herself, and then I zip myself up and stuff her ruined panties in my pocket. I pull down her skirt just as the alarm rings above our heads.

  Alice is swaying on her feet, completely lost in delirium as the doors to several classrooms fly open and students fill the hallway, clueless as to what we just did here moments ago.

  "I..." she says, nearly getting trampled by the other students. I pull her closer discreetly, offering her the handkerchief from my suit pocket for her messy face. She's never looked more beautiful.

  She sniffles and dabs at her face, smearing the black mascara even more.

  "You need to get to your next class, Alice," I tell her. "Your mom will be fine."

  She just looks at me. She doesn't even know what's going on, and I fucking bet I could make her cum again with a single word from my lips.

  "I'll see you later, Alice," I say gently, a bit angry that I have to leave now. But she has to go to class, there's no getting around it, even if she just sits there while she's lost in a fantasy of her own.

  "Wait," she calls out after me, and I turn to face her in the sea of other students. She looks lost amidst them, a little doll in a sea of faceless marionettes. So fucking beautiful, and all mine.

  I give her a smile, knowing she's about to beg me to stay, and I walk away from her. I touch her panties in my pocket, feeling their soaked fabric as I walk back into the principal's office.

  I'm sat down in front of his desk and his secretary brings me a cup of coffee as the principal engages in pleasant chatter.

  "Anyway, we're so glad you're joining us," he finally gushes, and I give him a chaste smile. "We were so worried after Mr. Chamberlain left us, you see. He was a great counselor, and we spent months searching for a replacement."

  "I'm excited to start working here," I smile at the principal. "I understand my office is right here on the school grounds?"

  "Yes." The principal looks a little embarrassed as he smiles at me. "It's currently in the attic. It's quite a large space that hasn't been used in... well, years. Mr. Chamberlain worked in a smaller space, but we wanted to give you the attic - it's larger and has a beautiful view of the city. It needs some work, some cleaning up. Our staff will be at your service, of course."

  "I will take care of it," I say with a nod. "As Alice Leroux is my patient, I would like to request she join me in my office daily."

  "Of course," the principal nods. "I have reports from several professors about Alice. She's such a promising student but obviously troubled. And with her mother's absence... Yes, it makes sense she sees you daily."

  He leans closer conspiratorially and I give him a curious look.

  "Several teachers have also noticed young Miss Leroux eats lunch by herself," he tells me worriedly. "Would it be... would it be presumptuous of me to wonder if she could spend her lunch period in your office as well?"

  I give him a long look, finally smiling politely.

  "I'm happy to have Miss Alice in my office at all times," I tell him with a grin. "I'm sure I'll find something she can do for me."

  Fourteen

  Alice

  After the day I've had, I can barely stay on my feet. What Jacob did... it was insane, something out of a movie. He shouldn't have risked everything like that, and yet he did it without thinking about the consequences twice. I go through the rest of my classes that day with a cloudy head, clenching my legs together and hoping no one notices just how turned on I am.

  I don't see Tiffany, and I hide in a toilet cubicle during my lunch period, too scared to talk to her after Jacob made it clear no one's supposed to know about... whatever it is between us.

  Finally, classes are over, and I walk outside the school to find someone waiting for me. He's in one of his suits again, leaning against the wrought-iron fence that surrounds the school. Jacob Hawke, almost painfully handsome and completely out of place in my school. I see several girls passing by and staring at him curiously, and I almost feel proud of the fact I'm the one that gets to go home with him, even though things are tense at the moment.

  "Hey," I say softly as I approach him. "I didn't know you were picking me up today."

  "I'm not," he tells me with a crooked grin that makes my insides melt. "I wanted to show you something, so I waited up. Come with me."

  He turns around without waiting to see if I'm following him and it pisses me off as much as it turns me on. I fall into step with him and I'm surprised to find him leading me back inside the school. It's empty now with the last period over, save for a few straggler students who are still waiting for their ride or have detention.

  "Where are we going?" I ask Jacob curiously, but he just gives me a wicked look that makes me shiver before continuing his way up the stairs. He doesn't stop until we're on the last floor, and even then, he keeps going. "There's nothing up there," I tell him, figuring he's never been here anyway. "There's just the old attic."

  "That's where we're going," he tells me, and my brows knit together as I follow him to the top of the building. There's a door there as soon as we come up the stairs, and Jacob unlocks it with a key card, one I've seen my teachers use before for the doors in the building.

  "What's this? How did you get one of those?" I ask, and he chuckles.

  "So full of questions today, doll." He grins at me and I blush lightly before following him inside the space he's opened up. It's the attic. The ceilings are high and slanted, the space filled with light, enormous, and truly beautiful. It's neglected though, filled with spider webs and dust that's making me cough at the moment.

  "Why did you bring me here?" I ask Jacob curiously, watching him walk over to one of the leftover desks in the space. I know there used to be a classroom here, ages ago, but we haven't used the attic at this school since I joined four years ago.


  "Guess," Jacob taunts me, and I glare at him, sticking my tongue out.

  "I don't know," I shrug. "Did you steal the key card from someone?"

  "No, I'm not so devious," he grins back. "Two more guesses, doll."

  "Did you..." I rack my brain trying to come up with a reason for us being here. "I have no idea. I give up."

  "Oh, spoilsport," he tells me, and I glare again when he sits down on one of the desks. "I work at your school now, Alice. I just got the position of the school counselor."

  "What?" I just stare at him, unable to comprehend what he said. Does this make me happy or panicked? Does it make me excited or scared?

  All of the above, I think. And then some. "That's... how did that happen?"

  "Your principal told me about an opening here," he says lazily, motioning for me to come closer to him. Because I'm weak, I do as he says and approach him, dragging my feet behind me. My body still remembers the orgasms he gave me, and I want to despise him for it. He made me go through the rest of my classes today like a damn zombie, and I should be mad, but I can't bring myself to say anything to Jacob's face. In fact, I'm itching for him to touch him again.

  "That means you'll be close to me," I say softly, stopping in front of him.

  "Yeah," he says softly. "Pretty fucking close. All the time. Do you like that, doll?"

  I torture him for a moment before replying, then finally nod. "I think so."

  "We better make you more certain," Jacob tells me with his eyebrows raised. "I want you excited, doll. Your principal told me how troubled you've been lately." I'm about to object, but he keeps talking. "I told him you'd need to see me daily. And on your lunch break, so you don't spill more of my secrets to your little friend. Tiffany, is it?"

  I stare at him, angry that he found out everything so easily and so turned on I can barely move an inch.

  "Yeah," he nods, taking my hand in his and intertwining my fingers with his. He pulls me forward gently until I'm standing between his legs. "I think you need a firm hand leading you, Alice. My hand."

  I look at him with my eyes wide.

  "I told the principal it would be therapeutic for you to work on the office with me," he grins. "So you'll be here a lot."

  "What about... the other students?" I ask, and a feeling of jealousy slices through me. "Are you gonna see them here too?"

  "Probably," he shrugs. "I am the school counselor now." I pull out of his embrace and try to step away, but he holds me tight with his legs so I can't escape. There's a smile playing on his lips as he looks me up and down. "Is my little girl jealous?"

  "Shut up," I mutter, feeling myself blush furiously.

  "Don't worry, doll," he tells me lazily. "I'll only fuck you."

  I gasp in time for him to reach for me, and having his fingers on my bare skin is the biggest relief I've felt all day. I let him rip my blouse open, I let him pull my skirt down. He unhooks my bra and leaves me in my stockings alone.

  "So fucking beautiful," he mutters, staring at me, still trapped between his legs. My breathing is erratic, my chest heaving with every breath as I stare at him.

  "Please, Jacob," I beg him. "I need you to touch me."

  "Will you keep your pretty mouth shut about us?" he asks me with a grin, and I nod eagerly, anything to have his hands all over my skin. Anything. "Okay, doll, I'll touch you then. Where?"

  I take his hand and guide it down my neck, making myself gasp when his rough fingertips slide down the skin of my throat, between my breasts, down my navel.

  "Here?" Jacob asks me gently, pressing down below my belly button. I moan in frustration. "Right here, doll?"

  "Lower," I beg him. "Lower, please."

  He takes his damn time, trailing his fingers between my thighs, so close to my clit and yet so far at the same time.

  "Lower," I beg him. "Lower, please."

  He takes his damn time, trailing his fingers between my thighs, so close to my clit and yet so far at the same time.

  "Are you enjoying this?" I ask him, my voice too shaky for Jacob to take me seriously. He chuckles and just as I'm about to object again, he presses two fingers to my entrance, making me gasp. I start saying that word he likes so much, please and please and oh please, endlessly until I can't even make a sound anymore. He's toying with me, pushing his fingers in and out of me and making me succumb to his every wish.

  We're interrupted by a shrill sound and it takes me a moment to realize it's my cell ringing. We're not really allowed to have them in school but everyone brings them anyway. I try to slap Jacob's hand away but he's having none of it, so I pull my phone out of my purse instead.

  "It's my mom," I say shakily. "Can you... fuck, can you please stop so I can answer?" She barely calls me these days, and it would be nice to hear her voice again. I might act tough but secretly I like my mom's attention.

  "Answer," Jacob orders me, and my fingers shake as I slide to accept the call. "Put her on fucking speaker, Alice."

  "H-hi," I manage to get out.

  "Darling! How are you doing?" My mom's voice is happy and cheerful and I'm biting my lip, trying not to cum all over my therapist's fucking fingers. "I've been missing you. New York really is as beautiful as they all say. I'll have to visit you soon though, I miss you!"

  "Miss y-you too," I tell her, my eyes rolling back as Jacob pushes another finger inside me. Three more than I've taken before and it makes me grip his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into the fabric of his suit. "I have to go... fuck, mom I have to go."

  "Okay darling," she sounds a little disappointed and I secretly love it. But not enough to make me stay... Jacob's got me wound tightly and I want to come for him. "Talk to you soon?"

  He disconnects the call for me and the moment it's over, he grins at me. "Cum for me, doll."

  I come apart on his fingers, moaning deeply as I let go and soak him. I'd feel embarrassed, but I don't even have the energy for that. Not after what he did to me in the hallway. I'm slowly starting to realize this man's going to ruin me.

  When I can barely stand up, Jacob gathers me in his arms and pulls me into his lap. He cradles me against his chest and I take deep, erratic breaths to calm myself down. My fingers dig into his chest and I want to beg him for more. But I want something else. I want him to tell me I mean something to him.

  "What do you say, doll?" he mutters into my hair, gently stroking my back. "Are you gonna help me redo this space into a proper office? I'd love to have your help."

  I look up at him through thick black lashes and smile weakly, nodding. "I'd love to, Mr. Hawke."

  I don't know when the weight falls off my shoulders, but I start to feel lighter. The feeling of absolute dread is slowly leaving my body and I'm finding myself to be more confident, happier. I don't go to bed wishing I wouldn't wake up, and the thought of hurting myself again barely crosses my mind.

  I've been helping Jacob with his office for a while now. At least our relationship - or whatever it is - is back to normal now... I could try to count all the times he's made me cum in that office, but I don't even want to give it a go. He fills me with warmth and light, and because of him, I feel... okay. It's been a long, long time since I've felt that.

  The negative is, I'm becoming more and more withdrawn at school and I think it's starting to become really obvious both to my classmates and my teachers. Even Tiffany, who I've striked up a weird friendship with, seems to notice something's different. We're just saying good morning before our first period when I see her expression darken.

  "Ugh, not dealing with this, sorry, chica," she mutters, and I give her a confused look as she turns to leave. I don't need to wait too long to realize what's going on though, as a sugary sweet voice interrupts me from behind my back.

  "Move," she says, the ugly word a contrast to her syrupy voice.

  I turn around and just as I do, Trina walks directly towards me, spilling a hot cup of coffee all over the front of my top. I shriek, the scalding hot liquid burning my skin, but she mere
ly pushes past me and walks towards the entrance of the school.

  I feel several pairs of eyes on me and suddenly, tears start to prick my eyes. I know I need to turn the other cheek, or at least not let her get to me, but I feel like fucking shit. I turn on my heels and walk towards the school. I ignore the bell ringing and head straight for the attic where I know Jacob's already hard at work. By the time I've reached his office space, my cheeks are streaked with tears.

  I promised myself I wouldn't let her get to me. I guess I am still just as weak as I used to be.

  Fifteen

  Jacob

  That morning I have a slow start, sipping my takeaway coffee and contemplating putting up some artwork on the walls. The office's been progressing well, and I have to admit to myself I've really enjoyed having Alice's help as well.

  But whenever I think about it, I have to stop myself. She's becoming dangerous territory, taking up too much of my fucking time and even more of my mind. It's scaring me, and I sometimes wonder how she feels about it.

  When I hear footsteps on the stairs, I half-expect it to be the principal, but they're too dainty and soft to be anyone else other than Alice. And indeed, she appears in the doorway with her eyes wide and a tear-streaked face.

  "What happened?" I ask her.

  "Nothing," she shakes her head. "Can I help a bit? I don't want to go to my first period." She's acting differently than she usually does when she's hurting. Like she's hiding something from me - and I don't fucking like it.

  "Everything alright?" I ask her.

  "Yeah." She walks in and pulls off her top. Only then do I notice it's soaked with a dark liquid, but she shields her body away from my eyes and pulls off an old sweatshirt of mine she wears when we're working.

  I kind of want to send her back to class, but her odd attitude has me doubting my actions. And this is exactly what I was worried about. Me caring about her makes it difficult to focus on her therapy, on my role as her guardian. I know we've been playing house for a while now, and with every day that passes, I'm more afraid of what will happen when it all comes crashing down on us. But I won't let myself dwell on it, and I'm the biggest fool in the game, because I'll keep that blindfold on until it's too hard to ignore the facts.