His Doll: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Isabella Starling

  "Yeah," I say softly, and he lets go of me. He zips up his trousers while I put my outfit back on, my cheeks burning like crazy. I feel like either of two things can happen - we'll both feel awful about this and never speak of it again, or he'll regret it in the next few minutes and never look at me straight again.

  Jacob gathers his stuff when I remember the woman I saw him with in the hallway earlier, when I showed up at his office. Morbid curiosity gets the better of me and I turn to face him, feeling vulnerable as hell because I'm not wearing panties under my tights. He tore them into two pieces, and they're just not salvageable.

  "I saw you earlier," I tell him. "With a woman, in the hallway."

  Jacob looks at me blankly.

  "She was pregnant?"

  His expression darkens and I bite my bottom lip nervously. "Who is she?"

  He doesn't look away from me as he delivers his blow. "She's my ex-wife. As of an hour ago."

  "Okay," I manage to get out, turning to head towards the door, partly because I can't look at Jacob anymore. But before I make it another step, he pulls me back into his embrace.

  "Alice," he says sternly, one of his hands going to my nape, the other resting on my thigh. "You know you're mine now, right?"

  I just stare at him, feeling myself blushing intensely. "Yours?" I repeat.

  "Yeah." He reaches up from my thigh to my lips, brushing them with his thumb. Before I really know what I'm doing, I suck his finger into my mouth and he stares at me deeply, letting out a breath when I look up at him with his finger in my mouth. My hands go up and I clutch his wrist. His hold on my neck tightens.

  "Mine," he tells me firmly, and a wicked smile lights up his handsome face.

  Nine

  Jacob

  We shouldn't have.

  But it fucking happened, just like I knew it would.

  And I don't regret a single fucking minute of it.

  The way she felt when she let go... It was fucking divine, and I can't wait to do it again. Actually, as we head home, Alice is the only thing on my mind as I drive the car. Reckless fucking behavior.

  She's busy switching the radio stations and complaining about my shit taste in music to notice me staring. The tiny, barely-there tear on her tights. The small trail of a tear that ran down her face. The fact that she's not fucking wearing panties under that skirt, and only I know about it. It's all driving me damn near insane.

  She doesn't even notice. She's oblivious, lost in her own dream world like she has been all these years. There's no denying it - Alice Leroux is a special girl. And I'm so lucky to have her... even though I know it won't be forever.

  From the start, our relationship is fucking doomed. There's just no damn way this can work for either of us, not with her being my patient and especially not with me being her guardian. There's no way I can make her mine without prompting discussion and maybe even losing my job, which I've worked my ass off to get.

  "What's for dinner tonight?" she asks me, making me remember where I am. I stop at a red light just in time and curse myself inwardly. I need to keep Alice safe. I can't let my fucking mind wander like that.

  "I thought we could go out," I say.

  "Out?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks at me. "Out where? Won't people look at us weird?"

  I grin at her sweetness. "I have just the place, doll. I got invited to my former professor's house, from college. No one will know you there, it's a forty-five-minute drive away from here."

  "Oh!" Alice claps her hands excitedly. "And you really want me to go there with you? I mean, you really don't have to."

  "I want to," I smile at her, pulling up in the driveway of my - our - place. "I'll make sure you have fun."

  And I intend on keeping that promise.

  "Come on, Alice, we're gonna be late."

  "We're already late!"

  She makes me grin as I wait for her in the driveway. I know she's scrambling to get ready. She's so fucking excited about this dinner, like it's a date or something. I don't know if she's ever really been on one, come to think of it. It makes me seethe with jealousy just thinking about her with another guy. I busy myself with starting the car and getting an umbrella out of the back. It's pouring, and I wait next to the front door so Alice doesn't get wet on her way to the car.

  She finally comes floundering towards me, and I'm left pretty much speechless. She's wearing a little black dress, a bit too short to be modest, a bit too flared in the waist to be slutty. She's wearing some red velvet heels - that will no doubt get ruined in the rain - and her hair is cascading in curls down her back. As per my special request, she's done her makeup to look a little older, but when I look at her closely, she's still my pretty little doll.

  "You look..." I start, but my words trail off.

  She locks the front door and gives me a confused look. "You don't like it," she says, pouting those plump lips. "You don't like me in it. You hate the makeup."

  "Yeah," I grin, taking her hand. I don't care who sees now. "I fucking do. You look prettier naked."

  She giggles as I walk her to the driver's seat, giving me an expression of shock. "Oh my! Front seat today?" I roll my eyes as she gets in. "I see I get all the privileges now that I'm your bed warmer."

  I shut the door, but I can't help her remark from stinging. If that's what she thinks she is, she couldn't be more fucking wrong. Alice is mine, and I'm not letting her get away any longer.

  We drive with her chattering away, which is unusual for her. Usually it takes her a while to open up, especially in our sessions, and it makes me wonder just how desperate she is for human contact. I make a mental note of it and participate in her cute game of 21 questions, all directed at me. She wants to know fucking everything, nosy little doll. But it's adorable, and I indulge her, especially because she doesn't ask anything too personal. Once we've gone through my favorite color - blue - favorite food, lasagna, and favorite dog breed (I'm a cat person), she finally sits back and relaxes with a small smile playing on her lips. I shoot her a few curious looks, but the drive is cut short when we arrive at my professor's house.

  I don't mention this to Alice, but I've been invited here by my Creative Writing professor. It was an elective I took in college and I grew close and stayed in touch with the man who ran the class. He always had high hopes for me, and even though I never took the path he imagined I would, I like to keep in touch with him every so often.

  I help Alice out of the car and she giggles as we run through the rain towards the impressive house of my professor, Dr. Nolan. We're let in and our umbrella taken away by a server, and Alice is giggling when the man himself approaches.

  "Jacob!" he says with a hearty laugh. I can't help but smile back. Dr. Nolan's always had a soft spot for me, and I have to say the same thing about him. There's just something fatherly about him, and I find myself relaxing more than I ever do in his company. "Welcome, welcome."

  His eyes linger on Alice, and I can see his curiosity is peaked. But if he notices how young she really is, he doesn't say a word of it.

  "Nice to see you again. Meet Alice, Dr. Nolan," I introduce them. Alice offers him a bright smile and my heart actually fucking lurches. For some reason, I want them to get along. I need them to like each other.

  "Beautiful young lady," Nolan says, kissing her hand. "Welcome."

  "I'm happy to be here," Alice gushes. "I've read your work, Dr. Nolan. Your novel, Winter in July, was my favorite for years."

  I give her a shocked look while Nolan smiles. "You'll have to tell me which book replaced it. Come in, come in!"

  We follow him inside the house and the mingling begins. I'm usually not one for social functions, but tonight I'm surprisingly enjoying myself, especially watching Alice hold her own and stand her ground, even with people who are much older than her. She seems wiser than her years tonight, and beautiful beyond compare. Still, the wicked side of me longs to strip her naked, make her perfect makeup run. I really am a sick bastard.

/>   It's a fun evening, complete with conversation I actually enjoy and delicious finger food. I notice Alice getting a lot of attention, and it makes me a little jealous, but at the same time, I love watching her command the room, even though she's half - or even more than that - everyone's age here.

  After a little while, I realize I've left my cell in my pocket, and I excuse myself for a moment to get it from the closet. I raise a finger at Alice to let her know I'll be right back, and head towards the back of the house where I know the coats will be, in Nolan's spare room.

  I've barely made it into the room when I hear the sound of heels behind me. I turn around before I even find my coat, to find Alice's silhouette shadowed in the doorway. "Having fun?" I ask her with a grin.

  She turns off the light and comes closer. The only light illuminating the room is coming from a lamp on the coffee table, and it's not much at all.

  "Yes," she smiles at me. "I really am. Thank you very much for bringing me."

  "Come here," I tell her roughly, and she walks closer to me obediently, like a good girl. It makes my cock twitch in my pants and I take her hand once she's closer. "I want to play with you now."

  "Now?" Alice asks, her eyes wide.

  "Yeah," I grin back. I push her against the wall and she gasps when my fingers wander between her legs. I feel her panties, a tiny bit wet to the touch. I made her wear stockings tonight, and I regret it only because I know it's fucking cold outside. "You're wet, doll."

  "I..." She gasps again when I push the fabric of her panties aside. "I'm sorry..."

  "That's alright," I tell her softly, biting her neck. My fingers are on her pussy, outlining the lips of her wet cunt as she moans into my mouth.

  "Jacob, please," she breathes. "Don't... don't do this here."

  "Why not?" I whisper in her ear. "You love it, doll. Tell me to stop."

  She mewls instead and I laugh into her soft, floral-scented skin. I push a finger inside her and she grabs me, her nails digging into the fabric of my blazer.

  "Oh, god," she begs. "Please..."

  "Please what?" I taunt her, curling my finger inside of her. She moans and I can feel how fucking tight she is from having her first cock earlier. It's delicious. "Tell me what you want, doll."

  "Deeper," she breathes. "Push it deeper."

  "Like this?" I ask her gently, pushing my finger all the way inside her. She arches her back and bites my shoulder and I fuck her like that until she's so fucking close she's just saying my name, over and over again.

  And then I pull my finger out.

  "No, please," she begs me, her eyes slowly coming back into focus. "No, no, let me cum, please."

  Laughing, I put my fingers back, playing my sick fucking game again. In and out, stroke and fuck, curl and release. She's moaning in seconds again. "Big words for such a small girl," I murmur in her ear. "You already know how to cum, do you?"

  She blushes and looks away, but in a second, her eyes are desperate and on mine again. "Fucking please," she begs. "Let me... Oh god."

  I let her get close. Real fucking close. So close she can taste it. And then I take it away from her one more time.

  I do it over and over again until she's a fucking mess and I'm sure everyone's wondering where we went. "You cum when I let you," I tell her gently, pulling my fingers out of her. She almost topples over, but I hold her up. "Only when I tell you. Understood, doll?"

  "Yeah," she moans, her eyes feverish as they meet mine. "Let me taste it. Let me clean your fingers."

  My eyes brighten up. "Good fucking girl."

  She doesn't even wait for me to let her, she takes my hand and sucks both of the fingers I used into her mouth, deep. I smooth down her pretty hair as she almost cums from sucking her own come off my fingers.

  "Jacob, you in here?"

  We spring apart right away as Nolan walks into the room. "Just getting our coats," I tell him with an easy smile, which he returns. I reach down and grab our stuff, offering Alice her trench. It makes me grin, the way she's shaking.

  "Leaving already?" Nolan asks.

  "’Fraid so." I give him an apologetic smile. "Long drive back. It was great to see you."

  "Likewise," he claps me on the back. "And your lovely friend. This one's a keeper."

  Alice laughs nervously, biting her lip. I bet it still tastes like her.

  "Oh, and Jacob," Nolan tells me. "You know I still have your manuscript. One word from you, and we'll-"

  "Yes," I interrupt him, giving him a warning look. "I know. Thank you. I'll see you soon?"

  He looks at me for a while and finally smiles back. "Very well. I'll get you in the end."

  "Doubt it." I laugh and give him a heartfelt look. We make our way back to the party and I wait till Alice has said goodbye to everyone. I can tell she's still wet from the way her cheeks flush so pretty, and just when we're about to leave, I lean down to her ear, and whisper, "Come."

  She lets out a breath and nearly falls over, just as I wave goodbye and close the front door behind us. My doll comes like a fucking storm on the stairs leading up to Dr. Nolan's house.

  That night, she sleeps in my bed, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

  Ten

  Jacob

  Work keeps me pretty busy for the next week, and it seems like Alice and I are both slowly getting a routine down. We don't give each other names or labels, we don't act much differently than we did, before, really. We also don't fuck. We touch each other, kiss sometimes. I make her cream her panties whenever I have a spare fucking moment, but I don't fuck her again. I've decided a long time ago I'm not going to do it until she begs me to again, and I know she's damn well near her breaking point.

  That lazy Friday, she comes into the kitchen as I'm making dinner and wraps her tiny arms around me. She's so small I have to lean down to kiss the top of her head.

  "What's for dinner?" she asks, sniffing around the stove.

  "Pasta carbonara," I tell her with a grin, and she giggles.

  "You realize all we eat is pasta, right?" she asks me and I make a shocked face.

  "Say it isn't so!" I gasp, laughing at her. "Sorry, doll, I'm not much of a cook."

  "Well, I am," she grins at me, opening the fridge. She looks inside and produces a few ingredients while I stare at her doubtfully. "I'm gonna make us a salad."

  "With spinach?" I ask her, barely able to stop myself from retching. I'm not one for trying new flavors, and the stuff she's laying out on the counter seems dubious.

  "Trust me," she winks at me, and I watch her while I stir the sauce out of the corner of my eye. She's a natural in the kitchen it seems, her narrow hips swaying as she toasts some pine nuts, slices a pear and some gorgonzola cheese. It all goes in a bowl with the spinach and she adds salt, lemon juice, and olive oil before setting the bowl on the dining table. I join her with my pasta and we sit down to dinner. I give her a dubious look before digging in, but I have to admit, her salad's pretty fucking good. Alice gives me a smug look as we eat, and I shake my head at her, laughing.

  "What?" she protests.

  "You're so fucking smug," I tell her. "Like the cat that got the cream."

  She shrugs playfully. "I do have the hottest boyfriend out of everyone at school."

  "Boyfriend?" I raise my eyebrows, ready to blow a coronary, when I realize what she's talking about. "Oh."

  "Sorry." She blushes and stuffs her mouth with pasta.

  "Nah, it's cute," I grin. "Just don't tell anyone about me for now, doll."

  She gives me a suspicious look just as I spill my wine all over the front of my shirt. I curse and get up, pulling up my T-shirt before the stain soaks in. Alice's next to me in a moment, and I realize a moment too late I'm shirtless in front of her now.

  "Shit," I mutter to myself.

  "I'll put some soda on it," she tells me, but my shirts falls to the floor from her hands when she sees my back. "Jacob..."

  I turn towards her, taking her face in my hands. "It's noth
ing, Alice. Really, it was a long time ago. Don't worry about it."

  "Jacob," she swallows thickly. "What's all that?"

  I know what she's talking about. There are scars covering my back, thick and long and grotesque. I've had them since I was a child. Since then I've covered most of my body with ink, tattoos in red and black to cover up the bad shit that's happened, to tell a different story. Sometimes it helps. Mostly it doesn't.

  "A story for another day," I tell her with a soft kiss. But when I move away, I see there are tears in her eyes.

  And I realize I've been really fucking sweet to her. Sweeter than I should've been. Sweeter than I was to Karen. And look where that fucking got me.

  "I need to show you something," I mutter, and her eyes sparkle as I pull on her hand. Suddenly, I don't care whether she's seen my scars or not. It's time I show her a few more.

  "Where are we going?" she asks, her voice an octave too high to not be considered nervous. "Where are you taking me, Jacob?"

  "Downstairs," I tell her simply, pulling her until we're in front of the door that leads into the basement. "Open it." She gives me a fearful look, swallows again, then does as she's told. "Good girl."

  I put my right hand on the small of her back and lead her down the stairs gently. I think she knows what's coming, judging by the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention, her skin prickled with goosebumps. I follow her down into the basement, our journey filled only with the steady beat of her little heart.

  I let her open the door herself, and she does so when I nod at her encouragingly. Her hand shakes as she places it on the door handle, and walks inside the room.

  Her eyes don't widen. She doesn't say a word. I watch her closely, and as soon as she sees my favorite room in the house, her eyes go down to the floor. She's so fucking perfect, already so damn submissive, and she's not even on her knees yet... But I'll have to change that soon.