His Doll: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Isabella Starling

  Because Alice is just too sweet, too perfect, too fucking amazing for me to let her go. Even though I can't ever tell her that, it's how I feel. But if she did know, and it all went to hell... it would break her.

  We get to work silently, painting a wall we'd selected the previous day a dark shade of gray. We work in companionable silence, interrupted only by Alice spraying paint at me and giggling once. But she sombers up soon enough, and it makes me worried.

  "Maybe you're spending too much time here," I tell her thoughtfully, and she gives me a scared look.

  "No," she says firmly. "I like it here."

  "Yeah, but you should be in class."

  "I get good grades," she objects. "I don't need to be there."

  "It's not just about that," I point out. "You need to make some friends your own age, Alice. You're so... fucking lonely all the time, it's not good for you." Because you're relying too much on me and I don't want to break your heart, I add in my mind, but she keeps painting and stubbornly ignores everything I've said so far.

  "Are you gonna fuck me now?" she asks me casually, and I give her a long, curious look. Little Alice Leroux, growing up. She's an endless riddle.

  "I think so," I nod.

  "Do it right now," she tells me, and I raise my eyebrows at her.

  "Convince me, then."

  Her eyes are shooting daggers at me, but she doesn't hesitate. The paintbrush goes back in the bucket and she bends over with her ass to me. She's still not wearing panties, and I feel them in my pocket, smelling like her. My Alice.

  She wiggles her butt at me and I come closer, because I can't fucking take it. The way she teases me is insane, making me want to take her in every possible way.

  I touch her ass gently, just gliding my fingers down her skin in a way that makes her moan so sensually my cock stiffens in my pants. She flips her skirt up and I let my fingers linger on her silky skin before hitting her ass hard.

  "Jacob!" she yelps and gives me an angry look over her shoulder. "You need to warn me first before you do that! You can't just-"

  I spank her butt again and she moans, deep and low and so fucking good it makes me regret not being inside her already. I let my fingers leave her ass, regretting every moment I'm not touching her, and sit down on my office chair, motioning for her to come closer to me.

  "Come on, doll," I tell her roughly. "I want to play with my toy now. Come sit in my lap so I can touch you better."

  She looks flustered, blushing deeply as she obeys and comes to stand next to me. She's about to sit down on my lap when I make her look at me, grinning at her pretty face.

  "Not yet, doll," I groan at her. "Take my pants off, unbutton my shirt. I want our skin touching. Undress yourself as well."

  Her fingers shake as she pulls off my sweatshirt, the one she likes to work in. Her skirt follows next, but I make her leave her shoes on. There's just something about her wearing ballet flats that gives the whole look a sharp contrast - such a sexy girl in such innocent footwear... It's fucking with my head already, before she even gets her hands on my belt and unbuckles it. She's impatient, and she ends up ripping it off and throwing it to the side, earning a disapproving look from me. Alice strips my shirt off and pulls down my pants and I let her. When she's just about to climb on my lap, I stop her with my hands firmly on her wrists.

  "No, doll," I tell her with a wicked grin. "You misbehaved. Get me my belt back."

  She furrows her brows and gives me an annoyed look, and I gently push her off me. She makes to leave, but I grasp her tiny wrist with my strong fingers and make her look at me.

  "Not like that," I tell her firmly. "Crawl. And bring it back in your mouth like a good girl should."

  Her eyes bulge and she whimpers, whether it's from fear or being turned on, I don't know. Probably a little bit of both. She does as she's told though, slowly dropping to her knees and crawling over to where the belt's laying. She gives me a real nice view of her ass, her pussy dripping between her legs and making a mess. God, I want her. Always have, always will.

  She picks up the belt with her mouth, struggling a little, but finally biting down hard on the leather. Alice's ass moves seductively as she comes back, and her eyes are trained on the floor, blushing something fierce. She stops a few inches away from me, her hands on my knees as she rises before me. She finally meets my eyes and I adore the look of submission in her pretty gaze.

  "Good girl," I tell her gently, and she whimpers so pretty as I take the belt out of her mouth. "You can get on my lap now, doll."

  She climbs on hastily, like she's been waiting all her life just to hear those words. She sits down on my cock without ceremony, pushing me inside her in one single motion and making me lose my mind with the way she moans and begs for more. She's unbelievable, making me ready to burst with a single throb inside her soaked pussy. Ever so slowly, Alice starts to move her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, and my hands go to her ass because I need to fill her harder, deeper.

  "Such a good fucking girl," I tell her gently, squeezing her butt. "Ride me, doll, I want to feel you stretching for me."

  She moans and throws her head back, her pretty hair reaching my hands it's so long. I keep pumping myself inside her, filling her up so good she rolls her eyes back into her head.

  "Fuck, Jacob," she says. "Fuck, I need more, I need you to cum."

  "Soon," I promise her, my whole body throbbing with the release I so desperately want to pump inside her. But I won't let myself. I want to enjoy this moment, enjoy my girl to the fucking fullest.

  "Now," she whines. "Fucking now, Jacob, I need it now!" She grinds her hips on my lap as I take the belt and wrap it around her belly tightly. She gasps as I pull on it, making her body conform to my wishes and demands. Her waist is tiny, and she looks unbelievably pretty riding my dick.

  "Be a good girl and I will," I tell her roughly. "Tell me what you want me to do, Alice."

  I hold the belt tightly as she moans for me, whispering the words of her fantasies. "I want you to fuck me," she says softly. "Like this. Every day, every hour, every second of my life. I need you to fill me up and to use me and break me... God, I want everything." Moans cut off her little speech and for the first time in my life, I enjoy giving up control. I wanted to torture her a while longer, but with Alice moaning so good, I can't fucking control my orgasm and I cum inside her unexpectedly, making her go wild and tear at my hair as she comes with me.

  I pump her full and she collapses in my arms. I have to hold her up on my chest, my fingers stroking her back gently as she comes down from it, so pretty when she's breathless. I keep my cock firmly inside her, watching her break the delirium of another orgasm.

  "God, doll," I whisper in her hair. "You're fucking amazing. I swear, I..." I let the sentence drift off and she doesn't ask me to finish. I think we both know what I mean.

  We go down the stairs and towards the parking lot when Alice's cell starts ringing. She pulls it out and I see her mom's name flash across the screen. My girl giggles nervously and shrugs, saying, "I'll catch her later."

  "Answer her," I tell her gently, not like the last time we played this game. "She's your mom, Alice. She deserves to know how you've been doing."

  She ponders my words for a few moments but picks up the phone in the end. We stand in the hallway while she chatters to her mom, and I can tell she's happy she picked up the phone by her tone. Once she's done, Alice gives me a bright smile.

  "Good news?" I ask her. "I tried not to eavesdrop."

  "She says she misses me," Alice says with a shy smile. "She's thinking about paying me a visit soon."

  "That's nice," I tell her honestly, kissing the top of her head quickly since there's no one around. The school's mostly deserted now, save for a few straggler students who have extracurricular activities in the building. One of them, a tall guy with gangly limbs, bumps into Alice on the way down, and nearly sends her to the floor. I turn around, ready to fucking wrestle him to the ground, but Alice's finge
rs wrap gently around my wrist and I remember my place.

  "Watch where you're going, freak," the kid snarls at Alice, disregarding me completely. "Don't wanna catch your crazy."

  Now I'm really pissed, and about to beat the shit out of the teenager, but he disappears down the hallway and Alice doesn't let me move an inch until he's out of earshot.

  "What the fuck was that all about?" I ask her angrily.

  "It's okay," she says softly, giving me a weak smile. "I'm used to it. Come on, let's go." She pulls on my hand and I follow her, wondering just how many secrets my sweet little girl has.

  Sixteen

  Alice

  We're sitting down to lunch when the doorbell rings. Jacob and I exchange confused looks before he finally heads up and heads towards the front door. "Who is it?" I ask him as he puts his napkin down. "Are we expecting company or something?"

  "No," he shakes his head. "I've no idea. Wait here while I check."

  I sit in my chair miserably, the dinner I've prepared getting cold as I hear him open the front door. I hear a conversation, and a female voice arguing with Jacob, and curiosity gets the better of me. I wonder if it's the woman I saw with him that time at his office, the pregnant one - his ex-wife. I think her name is Karen. We've barely talked about her, and Jacob doesn't mention her at all, which only makes me more curious to know more about her.

  I sneak through the dining room until I'm in the hallway, but I can't see over Jacob's shoulder. He's blocking the entrance, so I move a bit more until I can sneak a peek.

  "Alice!" A familiar voice interrupts Jacob talking and my mouth parts in a shocked 'o' as I realize who the mysterious visitor is.

  "Mom?" I ask, and in the next second, she's inside the house, wrapping me in a hug smelling of expensive perfume and feeling like cashmere. "What are you doing here? I had no idea we were coming." I exchange a worried look with Jacob over her shoulder. She can't know there's anything between us, and I think both of us are aware of the fact.

  "I just wanted to surprise you, darling," she smiles as she moves away to look at me. "God, more beautiful every day, Alice."

  I force out a smile, even though I really am happy to see her. It's been a long time, and though I haven't exactly forgiven her for leaving me here and jet-setting around the world for her career, I am glad she's come to see me.

  "I'm glad you did," Jacob tells her and my mom gives him a warm smile. "I just wish you'd let us know in advance, Magda. We could've prepared a little for your visit. Are you staying here?"

  "No," she shakes her head. "I'm at the Hilton in town. I just wanted to drop by as soon as I unpacked and see my baby girl." I blush awkwardly at her words. I'm definitely not a baby anymore, and if mom knew all the things that have changed since the last time she saw me... Well, she'd probably blow a coronary.

  "I'm glad you're here," I say honestly. "Are you hungry? I made dinner tonight. Chicken Parmesan." I wink at her, remembering how much she used to love it when I cooked. Mom was always a little useless in the kitchen, but she called my experimentation behind the stove her 'cheat meals'. She's always on a diet of some kind, but she used to make an exception every once in a while, to try my creations.

  We all sit down at the dining room table and though the atmosphere is a little bit awkward, my mom doesn't seem to notice. She chatters and talks about anything and everything, apparently not even noticing the tension between Jacob and me. We don't even look at each other, half-pretending like the other doesn't even exist, but mom's so caught up in her stories she doesn't even realize it.

  "So what about you?" she finally asks me, nudging me. I've noticed she's only picking at her plate which upsets me a little, but I try not to let it get to me. It's also the first time she's actually asking about me without talking about herself, which is nice. "What have you been up to, darling? How is school? Your college applications, everything sorted?"

  I give her a blank stare. We both know I'll get into any college I want merely by mentioning my mother's name. She was a household name in the 00's, and she still has enough dough to make my application sweeter.

  "I'm not sure yet," I mutter in reply. "School's been fine, though."

  "And what about your best friend?" mom exclaims. "Trina! How is she doing?"

  I can feel Jacob's eyes burning into me as I blush and stuff my mouth with the chicken. Thankfully, my mom doesn't notice how awkward the situation is and keeps going on about something to do with her job. The last thing I want to tell her is my friendship with Trina is over. She loved her so much.

  "I'm going to go to my room and do my homework," I announce after dinner, and mom gives me a sad puppy-eyed look. "I'm sorry, mom, I really need to catch up with it. How long are you in town for?"

  "A few days," she waves her hand dismissively. "Maybe we could do something tomorrow. Go shopping for some new clothes. I need some new nude heels."

  "That would be nice," I reply with a genuine smile. Mother-daughter shopping trips were always my favorite, and it would be nice to spend the day with her. "I'll call you in the morning, okay?"

  "I'll be ready," she promises, leaning down to give my cheek a kiss. I hug her too tightly for my age and she returns it. Sometimes I wonder about the divide between us, because it's obvious there is one. It's like we're both so careful around each other, like the slightest thing will set either one of us off. I wish it weren't that way, but I don't think now is a good time to bring that up.

  I head up the stairs, giving Jacob a long, fleeting look. He smirks at me and I have to hide my smile as I make my way up to my room. For the next thirty minutes, I immerse myself in my homework for once, and I know my hard work will pay off. I've been slacking on schoolwork so much, and my grades could use a pick-me-up, especially with finals coming up.

  Once I'm done, I decide to head downstairs to check on Jacob, but as I open the door of my bedroom, I hear hushed voices in the hallway and I realize my mom's still here. It makes me smile, knowing she waited around to talk to me some more, and I have a big grin on my lips as I head downstairs to spend some more time with her.

  "You really are good at what you do," I hear her say, and I realize she's talking to Jacob. "I'm very glad I put Alice into your care, it was definitely the right decision."

  I linger on the stairs, eavesdropping even though I know I shouldn't be. I want to hear more though; I want to hear what he'll say about me. He hasn't really said a word to me. It seems like our days are filled with working on the office, fucking, and relaxing, but there's always the promise of tension in the air. We don't talk about us. We don't acknowledge there is an us. I can tell Jacob feels guilty, but he always changes the topic when I try to broach the subject.

  I peek around the corner and see them standing in the hallway. My mom has got her coat on, so I assume she's just leaving, and I'm about to come down and say goodbye when she moves closer to Jacob. She whispers something in his ear and he chuckles, that low sound that's so familiar to me. My heart starts to throb as I look at them together. They'd make a nice couple.

  "I'd like to see you alone," mom tells him seductively. "Thank you properly for what you've been doing for me."

  "That won't be necessary," Jacob tells her after clearing his throat. "The money more than covers it."

  The money? I assumed mom was paying for stuff like my school and food, but I didn't know she was paying Jacob to be my guardian, and it stings like a venomous bite.

  "I have more ways than paying you to thank you, Jacob," mom giggles girlishly, and my stomach gets tied up in knots. "I'll show you if you let me."

  I nearly throw up on the spot, and I bump against a picture frame, making a small noise in the hallway. I duck behind the corner and I see them both look up for a second, but thankfully, they don't spot me hiding there.

  "Anyway," mom says sweetly. "I'll convince you sooner or later, Jacob. I've always liked you, you know."

  "Good night, Magda," Jacob tells her, and she laughs again as he closes the front doo
r behind her. I see him lean against it and sigh deeply before I run back to my own room with my heart pounding loudly and my breath coming in shallow and fast.

  What was that all about? Mom hitting on him, the talk about money... It makes me feel sick to my stomach and before I know it, I've got a hand between my legs and my fingers are picking at the now almost-healed scabs on my thighs. I look down and see I've made a new scratch, right through my tights and on my skin, a small trail of blood running down my leg. I hear a knock on the door, and I get into bed, covering myself with the duvet to my chin.

  Jacob opens the door and walks in, giving me a long look. He looks worried, but he doesn't say anything's wrong. "You already in bed?" he asks me, sounding surprised.

  "Yeah," I reply. "Got tired."

  He lingers in the doorway awkwardly. "Not sharing a bed tonight?"

  I look at him for a long time, thinking about the scratch on my leg, then shaking my head. "I'll sleep alone tonight, thank you."

  The smallest thing in his expression changes, and I can tell I've hurt him. But he doesn't address it, merely nodding, turning off my light and enveloping the room in shadows.

  "Good night, doll," he tells me, his voice strained. He closes the door, and only after I hear his retreating footsteps do I whisper a goodnight back.

  Seventeen

  Jacob

  Alice gets sick. I thought she was excited about spending some time with her mom, but the next morning when I knock on her door, she can't even get out of bed. I take her temperature - normal. I bring her food and she refuses to eat it. I worry myself sick, but she won't talk to me or tell if there's something going on. In the end, I let her stay in bed while I explain to Magda she seems to have come down with something.