by Bailey, Fawn
"Pretty dolly," I said next. "Come on, down you go."
I took her by the neck, my fingers gently wrapping around her throat. Her palms were facing the wall and she slid lower and lower until she sank to her knees on the floor.
"Lower... lower... lower..." I said until she was kneeling. "That's a good girl. Open."
She opened her mouth without a question and I grinned down at her even though she couldn't see. She'd grown into such an obedient little dolly. I fucking loved it.
"Ready for your dinner?" I asked her, and she nodded, making my grip on her throat tighten. "Words, dolly."
"Yes, Master," she managed.
I pulled my cock out of my pants and heard her sharp intake of air right before I pressed the soaked tip to her lips.
"Lick," I growled.
Her little pink tongue poked out, swirling over the top of my cock and making spots crowd my vision. She was the only woman who'd ever had this effect on me. Who owned me so fucking completely she didn't even have to take me in her ass or her cunt to make me belong to her.
Ophelia lived under the illusion that I was her owner. But truth be told, my little dolly had just as much of a claim on me as I did on her... All that I was belonged to her completely. I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Everything her little heart desired.
“Good fucking girl,” I grunted, feeling the tip of my tongue against the slit in my cock.
She didn’t hesitate, sucking me fully into her mouth and expertly licking the underside of my dick. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair. I had the sudden desire to untie her blindfold, to make her look at me while she sucked me off. She needed to know whom she was servicing, after all.
Slowly, my fingers undid the tie behind her head.
“Keep looking down,” I growled at her as I let the tie land on the floor. “Don’t you dare fucking look at me, dolly. Eyes on the ground and on my cock.”
She mewled, and I was certain she’d object, but she didn’t dare to. Instead she rewarded my cock with the attention it deserved, kissing the tip and fucking her own throat so expertly I felt my load getting ready to explode.
“Good girl,” I praised her. “You wouldn’t dare look up, would you?”
She shook her head, my dick still buried down her throat.
“You wouldn’t dare so much as glance at me,” I went on. “Because you’re a good little slut for your Master, dolly. And you’ll never disappoint me.”
My fingers ventured to her neck, and I felt the rigidness in her throat where she was sucking on my dick, growling at the thought of leaking my creamy seed right down her throat. I placed my fingers under her chin, tipping it back. My cock popped out of her mouth, and a trickle of saliva ran down her chin, but still, she kept her eyes cast downward, not risking another look at me.
“What a good little dolly,” I said. “Following orders until the very last second… I’ve taught you so well, haven’t I, little orphan?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering in a desperate attempt not to look up at me like I knew she was craving to.
My thumb swiped over her bottom lip, smearing her spit all over her chin.
“Look at you, all dirtied up,” I muttered. “You look so fucking delicious all used and trembling, dolly. I just want to look in those pretty eyes…”
She glanced up, only for a split second.
I was on the ground next to her in seconds, and she closed her eyes tightly.
“Did you just look at me?” I growled.
“N-No,” she managed.
“Little liar,” I growled. “Look at me right now. Look at me, dolly.”
She opened her eyes, fearfully raising her gaze until it finally met mine. It was obvious she was scared, and so was my fucking erection because of it. I was a sick, fucked-up man, because the thought of her trembling in fear before me turned me on more than anything else.
Her eyes were brighter than ever. She didn’t dare cry, but she was shaking with fear.
“Look at those pretty eyes,” I muttered. “I could just get lost in them day after day…”
Her lips parted and on instinct, I pushed my cock back down her throat. She choked, but like a good girl she kept her eyes on mine, silently begging for more.
“And the way you suck me, fuck dolly, it’s the best I ever had,” I growled next. “You’re such a filthy little slut for your Master, dolly. I love it so much. I love you, Ophelia.”
Her eyes sparkled and a new-found vigor made her suck my cock like a real pro. I was deep down inside her throat, and I could feel her muscles clenching around me, pulling me ever deeper inside her. I was close, painfully fucking close. The need to spurt my load down into her belly was overwhelming.
“You won’t stop looking,” I ordered her, and she shook her head.
My dick popped free and she gripped it with her right hand, slapping her own face with my dripping length. I was dripping precum like a horny fucking teenager, but I wanted her to know what she did to me, how much she turned me on.
Her eyes stayed glued to mine as she took me in her mouth again, her throat working to milk my orgasm out of the tip of my cock. Her other hand joined the effort, cupping my balls and massaging them, making me growl out and grab the back of her head.
I backed her up against the wall and started savagely fucking her mouth, not giving a damn whether she wanted it or not. She took it, opening up for me and greedily moaning for her reward.
“Fucking Christ, dolly,” I muttered, glaring down at her as she sucked. “You’re gonna eat up, okay? You’re going to drink every last drop of my cum, even if you have to lick it off the floor.”
She nodded and I tangled my fingers in her dark mane, filling her mouth with a groan. She sucked it all down greedily, moaning with pleasure as she tasted me on her pretty pink tongue.
Once she was done, I pulled her up by her collar and kissed her mouth, tasting my own cum on her lips.
“Good fucking girl,” I told her. “You get to sleep in bed with me tonight.”
Chapter 13
Ophelia
“Ophelia?”
Strong fingers stroked my cheeks, and I woke up with a smile on my face, my lips puckering to kiss my Master’s fingertips.
“I’m awake,” I managed. “I’m here, Master.”
“Ophelia.”
The voice was insistent, forcing me to open my eyes and leave the comfort of my dream. I focused my attention on Kain who was sitting on the bed, his expression worried.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, fear pumping through my veins as my eyes met his. “Did something happen?”
Horrible thoughts filled my mind, but the truth was, as long as Kain was alright and sitting safely next to me, I wasn’t too worried. I just wanted him to be okay – nobody else mattered.
Or at least so I thought until he delivered the news.
“Ophelia, you should come with me,” he said sternly.
“Why?” I sat up straight in the bed. “What happened?”
“Your father,” Kain got out through gritted teeth. “I have reason to believe he has your sister. I think she’s alive and well, but I think your father is keeping her prisoner. Now come with me, we have more to discuss. We’ll have to come up with a plan to get Vlada back safely.”
“Yes,” I said in a rush, getting out of our bed, my heart pounding with worry.
Yet at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel hopeful that maybe I could reunite with my sister. It had been years… Long, long years since I’d last seen her. But I knew our connection had remained the same, knew that she loved me as much as I loved her. A part of me never wanted to accept that she was gone, and I knew then I was right to stay hopeful. Soon, she would be returned to me, and things would go back to normal.
But the thought of telling Kain the truth scared me. He still didn’t know I’d met with my father, that I knew he was perfectly alright and ready to strike me where it hurt most, by hurting my man.
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I followed Kain into his office with my heart beating faster than ever. There, I sat opposite his desk and he fanned out some papers on the desk for me to go over.
“Here are some receipts,” he started. “And some work our PI has done. Look at these pictures, Ophelia. They were taken by a security camera at a playground not far from here. Do they look familiar?”
He pushed a stack of photos toward me, and my heartrate picked up even more as I started going through them. They were blurry and not the best quality, and it was hard to make out the person in them. But still, my heart told me it was who Kain suspected.
There was a little girl in the photos, probably about seven years old. I couldn’t make out her face clearly, but she was accompanied by a tall, blurry figure of a man quite a few decades her senior.
I didn’t need any more information to know what I was looking at. It was my little sister, Vladislava, and our father. Finally, we had found her. My family wasn’t all gone…
“It’s her,” I admitted in a shaky voice. “That’s Vlada.”
Kain’s mouth set in a thin line and he motioned for the guards outside the office to file into the room. Three other men joined us, and I nervously twisted my hands in my lap as Kain barked orders at them.
Once they left to do the tasks he’d assigned them, it was just me, Kain and my own pounding heart.
“There’s something else you should know.”
I spoke up before my fear got the best of me. Kain was distracted, staring intently at the photos as if something about them could reveal more about my sister’s whereabouts.
“Yes?” he asked, obviously distracted as he didn’t even raise his eyes to meet mine.
“I saw my father.”
This time, his eyes shot up and he stared at me. He was angry, but he wasn’t showing it just yet, apart from the dark thunder rumbling in his fiery eyes. I was scared, but I knew I owed it to Vlada to tell my Master the truth. After all, he was the only one who could save her.
“When?” he barked at me.
“It was yesterday. I went out, back to the woods.”
“Was he waiting?”
“Yes,” I admitted uncomfortably, twisting my hands in my lap again. “I didn’t tell you because…”
“Because?” he demanded.
He was so pissed off, and he had every right to be. I felt tears prickling the back of my eyes, and I knew I would start crying soon. But I couldn’t even speak. The fear had eaten up all the words I had left.
“Because?” Kain repeated, his voice full of dark intent.
“He said he was going to kill you,” I finally managed, my own voice shaking. “He said you never should have been with me, that you’re an enemy of the family. And I was just so scared that he would hurt you… take you away from me.”
And there came the tears, sliding down my cheeks in a silent torrent as my chest rose and fell.
“Ophelia,” Kain said, getting up from his desk and pacing the office. “Your father will never harm me. I don’t give a shit what he told you. He’s a tired old man who’s hell bent on revenge that he will never have. I’m never going to let him take you back, dolly. You belong to me.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But he’s a horrible man, Kain.”
He walked over to the wall, his steps calm and collected, but all semblance of that calmness gone as he slammed a fist into the wall. I screamed. Blood trickled down his fist as he cursed out loud, and I shivered on my chair.
“How can you do this, then?” he roared in my direction. “How can you fucking see that monster behind my back when you know he wants to destroy me? Wants to see me dead?”
“I…” I started uselessly, but he didn’t wait for me to finish.
“Go to our room,” he barked at me. “In the cage. Don’t come out until I call for you.”
I got up on shaky legs that somehow managed to carry me out of the room. The second I was outside, I leaned my back against the wall and let the sobs come.
I cried for what seemed like hours, yet Kain did not leave his office. He left me standing there like a discarded toy he’d gotten tired of, and as much as I wanted to hate him for it, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
The truth was, I hated myself most of all. Hated myself for being such a weakling. For succumbing to my father time and time again. But I couldn’t help it. The effect he had on me was intense, the need I felt to please him something I’d tried to get rid of my whole life.
But the fact remained – I was my father’s daughter, and for better or for worse, I would aim to please him. It was something deeply rooted inside me, the need to obey running through my veins, spreading through my body like the dark, twisted roots of a sick plant infecting me.
I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. My legs gave out and I fell to my knees. The need to please both my father and Kain was overwhelming. Where in all of this was the real Ophelia? I felt lost. I felt like I’d fallen so deep into the abyss there was no getting out anymore. I tried to climb back up, but it was too late.
“Ophelia.”
I turned my head, looked up into Kain’s face.
He stood in the doorframe, not quite meeting my eyes.
“Come back in here,” he demanded.
He didn’t mention the fact that I’d disobeyed, that I hadn’t gone to my room or my cage. He just moved aside, letting me pass and sit back, shivering, in the chair I’d occupied earlier. It was still warm. How could everything change so fast? How had I gone from Kain’s perfect slave girl to a disobedient little brat?
My father had messed everything up yet again, and I’d let him. I was weak when it came to him. Such a fucking child compared to the woman I’d grown into, constantly seeking his approval. And yet that never came, and if I’d been smarter, I would’ve accepted that it never would.
“It’s not too late, Ophelia,” Kain said, taking a seat on the desk. He was inches away from me yet I couldn’t force myself to meet his gaze. “I want you to do something for me, dolly.”
I nodded wordlessly, and he touched his fingers to my chin, tipping my head back. Slowly, I raised my eyes to his and bit my tongue before I said something stupid. I just looked at him, hoping my gaze conveyed what I truly felt.
“You are going to have to choose, Ophelia,” Kain went on. Was I imagining it or had his voice gone softer? Did he still care? Would he still care for me? “You will have to choose between me and your father.”
I swallowed thickly, but still didn’t say a word.
Hadn’t I made my choice already?
When I left my father standing in the woods, I chose Kain.
When I came the first time he fucked me, I chose Kain.
When I chose him over Max, over Ryker, I chose Kain again.
But now, the ultimate choice awaited me. The choice between family and the man I loved with my whole heart. Would I be able to make the right call? Would I be able to hurt one man to prove my love to the other?
“I don’t need to remind you of who your father is,” Kain went on. “But you know I am a killer. I robbed you of your family, of your fiancé. But I need to know, once and for all, whether your alliance is with me or with the Sokolovs. Once you choose, Ophelia… It will decide whether I keep you or not.”
“You.”
The word rushed out of me, and he stared at me, his gaze imploring me to go on. But really, there was nothing else to say.
Even knowing my father had Vlada, I picked Kain. I would pick him again and again, until the end of time. And as much as I hated myself for succumbing to the man who’d made me a motherless child, I couldn’t bring myself to deny him of me.
“If you are sure,” Kain said, his gaze boring into mine. “We will proceed with what I have planned. You will need to follow orders closely and do as you’re told. There’s no room for mistakes now, Ophelia. Not if you want to get your sister back. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Words, dolly.”
“I u
nderstand, Master,” I said, my voice not soft and timid but decisive and strong as I stared into his eyes. “I will do whatever it takes to prove my loyalty to you.”
“And I,” Kain went on, taking my hands in his. “Will do whatever it takes to provide and give you what you need, dolly. Starting with your sister.”
My surprise must have been evident, as he kissed my cheek with a smirk on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“You didn’t think I’d make you forget her, did you?” he asked me.
“No,” I managed. “Well… maybe.”
“I might be cruel, Ophelia,” Kain shook his head. “But I will never be as cruel as your father. I want to make your life better. And as much as I love seeing you suffer… I love seeing you thrive even more.”
A smile lit up my face as he left a fleeting kiss against my cheek.
“Beautiful dolly,” he muttered in my ear. “Let’s put our plan into motion. It’s time to get Vlada back.”
Chapter 14
Kain
I knew I was going to fuck her that night.
My cock had worked up an appetite for a certain raven-haired, pale beauty, and the mere sight of Ophelia at dinner that night sent blood rushing to my cock.
Yes, I wanted her… and I had something in mind just for my beautiful dolly.
She was served a light dinner and instructed to meet me in our bedroom an hour later. We didn’t speak a word during our meal. The electricity between us said it all.
I watched her closely as she ate, the tension between us palpable. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, feel the silkiness of her skin beneath my fingertips. But I held back, knowing I would have her time and time again after dinner. Then, she would submit to me fully.
I left the room without another word and took a deep breath in the gardens outside. The evening air was cool and calming, doing wonders for my messed-up head. But I couldn’t take it for long. I needed my dolly, my Ophelia, to remind me what my place in the world was.
