His Doll: A Dark Bad Boy Romance Page 12

  "Good girl," he mutters, his hands going to my thighs and making me moan a little louder than I should. I lean my head back, exposing my tits for him even though he can't even see them, not with me all bundled up in a jacket and scarf. But God, I want him badly. I want him to see every inch of me, claim every part of my body, own me like I'd only let him.

  "Keep going," Jacob tells me softly, gently running his fingers along my thighs. "Come on, doll, be a good girl for me. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, and I'll make all your wishes come true."

  "Tie me up," I whisper. "I want you to tie my wrists together with your belt."

  "And what else?" he mutters in my hair. His cock is throbbing against me and I almost purr when the bus hits a bump, making him grind against me.

  "And fuck all my holes," I beg him. "Every fucking one, Master. I want you to have all of them."

  "Even this one?" He taps my ass and I moan, nodding quickly. "Good fucking girl. Here's our stop. Come on, doll."

  He lifts me off his lap as if I weigh nothing, shielding me from the curious eyes of the other passengers as we walk off the bus. Once it's driving away, I collapse in giggles and laughter, and Jacob has to hold me up as I laugh my heart out.

  "That was insane," I tell him. "I hope no one saw."

  "I think a few people did," he winks at me, his grin mimicking my own. "Come on, doll, we have to get you home so you don't catch a cold."

  "Are you gonna fuck me?" I ask him, my eyes wide and needy. Jacob looks at me for a long time before finally approaching me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me so deeply I nearly melt in his embrace. When he moves back, I need a second to come back from my delirium, but once I do, I smile at him wickedly.

  "Catch me if you can!" I tell him, racing in the direction of his house. A look over my shoulder shows him running after me and I let myself laugh all my troubles away.

  Nineteen

  Jacob

  I catch her in my arms firmly once we're near the house. I give her the feeling that she's safe, but once we're almost there, I take her back. Because that's the way it should be, with her being all mine.

  I have to practically carry Alice in the house, she's giggling so hard. She struggles a little against me, but I don't give a fuck. I kick the door closed after us and put her down in front of the fireplace.

  "Strip," I order her, and her giggles go away as she obeys. I put some more logs on the dying fire and join her on the thick sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. "More comfortable now?" I ask her, my fingertips gliding over her goose bumped skin. She's so beautiful like this. Not a stitch of makeup, her hair long and flowy, her body naked and exposed, ready for me to do anything I want to her.

  "Yeah," she whispers, and I pull her body against mine. Alice arches her back as I tease her lips with my tongue, and I wonder whether tonight is the night I'll make her mine completely. I've been fighting it, because I know it'll hurt that much more if we have to go our separate ways, but fuck it, I can't wait any longer.

  "I got you something," I tell her, breaking our kiss and making her whimper with need as soon as I pull my lips away from hers. "Can you reach into my jacket? It's in a box."

  She gives me a curious look but does as she's told, bringing out a thick velvet box and giving it to me. "Open it," I tell her. "It's for you, doll."

  Her hands shake with excitement as she flips the lid of the box open. She gasps lightly and looks up at me. "What's this?"

  "For you," I tell her simply. "Because you deserve it, and more, Alice."

  I can see her hesitating, so I reach over and take the necklace from the box. It's a thick silver band, hard and tight, with a small bow on the front. "It just clasps closed like this, see?" I ask her gently as she puts her hair out of the way and I put it around her neck. It sits there snugly, making my cock tighten in my trousers. "Do you like it, doll?"

  "Yes," she whispers. "I really do."

  "Good," I tell her. "Does it feel too tight?"

  She shakes her head no, and I notice she has tears in her eyes when she gives me a fleeting look.

  "What's wrong?" I ask her gently, stroking her long hair.

  "It's just..." she sighs, her voice shaky as hell. "I'm worried. That this is going to end soon. Because you know, someone will find out, or I'll leave for college, or you'll get sick of me."

  I tuck a finger under her new collar and pull her closer to me. She whimpers and slides over on her knees. Always such a good girl, always so submissive. "It isn't just a necklace, Alice," I tell her gently. "It's a collar. You know what that means?"

  She shakes her head no, but her eyes don't stray from mine. She's curious. Good.

  "It means you're mine now," I tell her roughly. "It means... all the words I'm unable to say right now."

  My hands squeeze her neck gently and I hope she knows what I mean. God, I want to say it so fucking badly. The three little words that lost meaning for me a long time ago, but if there was ever someone deserving them, it was Alice Leroux.

  She looks up at me and nods. Her eyes are pretty and wide, and I need to be inside her. We come together in a rough embrace, and I pin her down with all my weight, pulling my cock out. "I need you right now," I tell her as she whimpers underneath me. "I need to be inside you, doll. Show you that you belong to me only."

  "Yes," she begs me softly, her voice muffled by the rug. "Please, fucking please, fuck me now."

  I angle my cock at her dripping pussy and push inside. I slide right in, she's so wet and willing, and she moans as her walls close around me, enveloping me in her thick sweetness. She moans, and she doesn't stop doing it as I start fucking her tight little channel, her cunt making me ready to drop my load unbelievably fast.

  "You're mine," I whisper in her ear. "All mine now, doll. I want you to know that. And I'll always take care of you."

  She moans my name and I fuck her faster, my hands holding her lithe body down as I drive myself inside her pussy. She's impossibly wet, gushing all over my cock and cumming as soon as the tip of my cock reaches her cervix, begging me for more.

  "I want you in my ass," she begs when she can talk again. "Please Jacob, please... Master."

  The word does wonders to me and I grunt, rewarding her with a spurt of precum inside her cunt. "Are you sure?" I ask her, my voice really strained, because god do I want this, just drive myself inside that untouched hole and make her mine forever. "Are you really fucking sure Alice?"

  "Yeah," she hurries with her answer. "Fucking please, J-Master, please, fuck my ass, fuck it right now."

  "Get up." I slap her ass and she gets up on all fours like she's fucking reading my mind. "Look at me over your shoulder while I fuck your ass, Alice. Be a good girl."

  She whimpers, her body erupting in beads of sweat as I place my throbbing cock at her entrance. "It's gonna hurt," I promise her and she arches her back readily.

  "Good," she whispers, and I push inside gently, just my tip. She moans in pain, the sound something between ecstasy and torture for me. I push deeper, slowly, so slowly so as not to hurt her, but she's making me go wild, thrusting her hips back until I'm lodged halfway inside her, my dick throbbing in her ass, her tight little hole stretching wide for me.

  "Jesus fucking shit," I breathe. "Don't hurt yourself, doll."

  "I need you," she begs. "Fucking please, I need more, Master. Please fuck my ass."

  I have to give her what she wants. I start pushing my hips towards her, opening that asshole wide for my whole cock to fit inside, and she thrashes and moans under me, saying something illegible but only making me go wilder in the process.

  "Mine," I groan, squeezing her firm little tits with one hand while the other goes between her legs. I toy with her dripping pussy, pressing a finger to her clit and pinching her until she's a fucking mess. She comes with something between a scream and a moan, and she squirts all over my damn fingers. I can only watch as she comes down from it, dripping so much that the rug under us is soaked.

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p; "Shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeats in a daze, and with regret, I pull out from her ass. For a second, her hole gapes at me and it's too fucking much. I blow my load all over her ass and Alice arches her back for me, taking all my cum. She's disoriented, her eyes wild, and I can barely breathe as she crawls towards me and sucks my cock into her mouth. I groan as she licks me dry, but when I see her shaking, I pull out of her mouth and take her into my arms.

  "No," she protests weakly. "Don't make me stop, please Jacob."

  "You've had enough." I kiss the top of her head, feeling her shaking like a fucking leaf in my hands.

  "I hate you," she tells me softly. "I fucking hate you so much, I want more."

  I grin at her as I carry her into the bedroom, tucking her in and climbing in next to her. "Good," I whisper in hear ear, noticing she's already drifting off to sleep. "I like that."

  I stroke her hair and she mutters in her sleep, but she looks happy and tiny as fuck as she curls up next to my body. "Pretty girl," I whisper into her hair. "I'd rather you tell me you hate me for not fucking you than lie about loving me through gritted teeth."

  "Best weekend ever," Alice deduces on the drive back. I sneak a look at her in the car, and am amazed at the changes in her small body. She seems more confident, and much, much happier. She's snuggled up in a blanket and she falls asleep right after making that statement, dozing off for the duration of the drive.

  I enjoy the time to think, to sneak peeks at her pretty face, to listen to the music I know she'd hate. The drive back is peaceful and I somewhat dread getting back to our regular lives. Alice is intoxicating, and I want more from her. More of her. I promise myself to get it all, because I'm starting to realize I feel empty without her.

  We pull into our driveway two hours later and I frown when I see another car there. A car I know all too well.

  I park and get out of the car quietly so as not to wake up Alice. My ex-wife, Karen, is waiting on the steps of my home. Her belly's gone, I notice fleetingly. Of course it is, she was heavily pregnant the last time I saw her. She's probably had the baby already.

  "Karen," I call out as I approach her, hands in my pockets. She looks up and her eyes are hazy, her face tear-streaked and tired. "What are you doing here?"

  "I..." She looks lost, but I have zero interest in helping her find whatever she needs. "I needed to see you."

  "Why?" I ask her simply, and she glares at me.

  "Am I not allowed to? We dated for fifteen years, Jacob."

  "Dated, past tense," I say gently. "What's going on, Karen? How's the kid?"

  She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "A fucking nightmare. I'm exhausted. I haven't had a manicure in two weeks and my tits hurt."

  I offer her a smile, but what she's saying only solidifies my decision to turn her down the last time. She's not a kids’ person, much less a family one. And I always wanted a big family.

  "You need to go," I tell her gently, and her expression darkens.

  "Where is she?" she asks me. "Alicia or whatever her name is."

  I just stare at her in reply. "Please leave now, Karen."

  Instead of doing the wisest thing here, she approaches me, slamming a finger into my chest. "You're fucking her, aren't you, Jacob?"

  I give her a blank stare and she laughs. She sounds exhausted, almost crazed. "I fucking knew it, Jacob. Fucking an eighteen-year-old. My, how the mighty have fallen."

  I want to insult her right back, but I hold my tongue.

  "I could tell people," she snarls at me. "I could fucking tell everyone what you're doing."

  And at that moment, I realize I don't fucking care if she does.

  "Go ahead," I shrug. "I'm gonna make it official soon, anyway."

  She opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water for a few moments before storming off. She looks pissed, and for some reason, it gives me a feeling of satisfaction - because I'm a sick bastard, probably.

  Karen ruined my life.

  I don't want to ruin hers.

  But I'm not about to let her do it to me all over again.

  She drives off angrily, her tires screeching all over my driveway. A moment after she's disappeared down the street, the passenger door opens in my car and a sleepy Alice crawls out, yawning.

  "What was that all about?" she asks sleepily.

  "Nothing," I tell her.

  "Sure," she rolls her eyes. "Just your ex-wife, huh? When are you gonna talk about that, anyway?"

  I look at her curiously. "Never knew you wanted to know," I tell her simply. "I'll... tell you about it soon. I promise."

  "Good." She yawns again and stretches, exposing a few inches of her naked navel. It makes me crazy and Alice must notice the wolfish look in my eyes as she laughs, walking towards the house. "Come on, Master. This pet's hungry."

  Twenty

  Alice

  Going back to school is a nightmare. I wish I could spend all my days with Jacob, but now that his office is finished, he's started seeing some other students as well, and he just doesn't have enough time for me anymore. I'm really upset when he tells me he won't have time for me that lunch period, and I can't even make plans with Tiffany since she's home getting over a fever.

  I walk outside miserably once lunch begins. I don't really have an appetite, but I need to dash to the cafe next door to get some takeaway coffee. I'm on my way when I hear approaching footsteps, several pairs of them following me. It makes me feel a little uneasy, but I try not to let it show.

  Until I feel someone tapping my shoulder quite roughly.

  I finally turn around and instantly pale when I see who it is.

  She hasn't talked to me since the summer. "Yeah?" I ask. I try not to let my voice shaky, but it's in vain. I sound like I'm scared as hell. "How can I help you?"

  Trina looks me up and down like I'm a piece of trash.

  "Yeah, that's the right question," she tells me coolly. "How are you gonna help me, Alice?"

  Her entourage, consisting of the three girls she's been hanging out with lately, laughs behind her and I feel cornered all of a sudden, with no way to go. It's not much help that they're surrounding me and there's a wrought-iron fence behind me preventing me from leaving this conversation.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," I say softly. "Could you please let me leave? I need to grab something before class starts."

  "Grab something?" One of the girls behind Trina asks me sweetly. "Like maybe... Mr. Hawke's dick?"

  All the color drains from my face and I feel my blood turn cold. Trina gives me a triumphant look when it happens and I just stare at her, unable to believe this is really happening.

  "Yeah Alice," she says, leaning closer to me. "We know your dirty little secret. And unless you fucking work with us here, we're going to tell anyone and everyone about you fucking the school therapist."

  "I..." I choke on my words, feeling tears pricking my eyes. "What do you want from me?"

  I can't really give her much. Social status-wise, Trina's the queen bee at our school since the start of this year. I don't know what she could possibly want, but thinking about it at least distracts me from worrying about someone knowing what Jacob and I have been doing behind the closed doors of his office.

  "Money," she says simply, and alarm bells go off in my head.

  "But I don't have any money," I tell her honestly. "You know that." We used to be best friends, after all. Surely she remembered how stingy my mom used to be with money. Even though we were loaded by any standard, she didn't give me much of an allowance, and it's the same with Jacob. I don't really need anything anyway, and if I want something I can always ask for it.

  "I don't care," Trina shrugs. "Find a way to get it. Five grand, in three days." She steps closer to me. She's much taller and she towers over me in her heels. I feel really fucking vulnerable as she glares down at me. "If you don't come up with the fucking money, Alice, more than just three of my friends will know. He could lose his job. You know that, right?
"

  Her voice is so sweet, but her words are spewing venom, and I only manage a nod before she grins at me and backs off like I'm contagious. "Good girl," she says evilly, and I blush. "Now get the fuck lost."

  They don't move, and I have to break through them to get away. I can hear Trina's laughter all the way behind me as I run back inside the school. The hallways are crowded with people coming and going to the cafeteria, and I bump hard into my teacher on my way inside.

  "What on earth, Alice!" she says angrily, and I look up to see Mrs. Arnold, my English teacher. "Do I have to send you to the principal?"

  "No," I rush to tell her. "I'm just in a hurry, I'm sorry, Mrs. Arnold."

  She gives me a suspicious look. "You alright, Alice?"

  "Yes," I manage to say softly. "I'll be fine. Excuse me."

  I move past her and run all the way into the attic until I'm standing in front of Jacob's office door. But I can hear voices inside, and I realize he really is having a session with another student, so I can't just barge in. I don't know if I should even tell him about what happened. Maybe it would be best if I kept it to myself.

  I sit on the floor, my whole body shaking as I think about what to do next. I shouldn't tell him, I realize. It'll only worry him more, and I can't stand that. I'll just... find a way to get the money. I have to.

  I get up on shaky legs and leave just as the bell rings. I need to get back to class, and I need to find a solution for my new fuck-up. How the hell did Trina find out, anyway? Maybe finding out what happened is the first step to solving this.

  "I didn't tell her anything," Tiffany says defensively.

  "Well, how does she knows then?" I ask her, crossing my arms.

  "Know what?" she asks, wringing her arms. "I swear, I didn't tell her who it was!"