“Molls …”
One solid thrust into her mouth and I shoot my load. Molly looks up at me with watery eyes and keeps eye contact while she very slowly, and methodically, slides her lips off my cock.
“I love you, Daddy,” she says giving my dick one last tug.
“I know. I love you too, baby girl,” I say with a laugh as I sit back onto my ass. Molly climbs off Danielle and sits next to me, looking at me with her adoring eyes.
“How do we get rid of this?” she asks, not tearing her eyes away from me.
I run a hand back through my hair and put an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll just toss the bitch into the fire here shortly and then do the same with her guy. Then we can go home and get some sleep, huh?”
She nods, then digs herself into the crook of my arm happily.
Crazy bitch, I think fondly with another chuckle as we sit there silently taking in the remnants of the night’s events.
The Medication
Molly
Sunlight streams through the window, warming my naked body as I roll over to find Pike’s gone. The bed doesn’t feel the same without him here. He told me he needed to go to the bank, to sort something out, but I don’t like not feeling him when I wake up.
My chest is tight when I swing my legs over the bed and look outside. Our windows overlook the next building. The couple we had watched fuck a while ago are moving through their apartment getting ready for work or some shit.
I pick up my phone, swiping the screen to find my messages. One from Pike tells me he’s grabbing some coffee and he’ll be home in a few. That was ten minutes ago. Frowning, I pull on a pair of leggings and my tank top, along with the denim skirt that’s lying on the floor.
I’m about to slip my feet into my boots when the door rattles and Pike shoves it open with his shoe. One hand is laden with bags of all colors and he’s also got a large box in the other hand.
“Where have you been?” I race toward him, placing my hands on either side of his body, holding him close. It’s only then I feel the heat and realize he’s also carrying two large Styrofoam cups of coffee.
“I told you, baby girl, I had to sort some things out. I didn’t get you anything for your birthday, so I went shopping.” I can’t stop giggling when he finally sets everything down. There are pretty pink bags of things, but I know nothing will ever be as special as the dolly he gave me when I turned eighteen.
I watch him set down the box, which when he finally opens it, I see it holds six cream filled donuts. I don’t’ know how to thank him. How to tell him that I’m okay, or that I will be okay. Not because I can’t find the words, but because I don’t know when I’ll ever be okay.
My mind flits between the kitchen where we’re standing and the darkness that I retreat to every now and again. It’s a real place to me. Where my demons sing to me and tell me things that make me cringe, but they also make me want to scream the rhymes in my head.
“Here you go,” Pike offers me the cup, the warmth of it offering nothing but frustration as my fingertips feel hotter than I like. Without thinking, I fling the mug filled with boiling liquid across the kitchen against the white wall.
The splatters mar the paint and I watch as trickles of black coffee stain the wall. His hand is on me, but my mind is veering deeper and deeper into that place. The one where Pike doesn’t come with me. He watches it happen. It’s like an outer body experience. I can see him looking at me, the horror on his handsome face that he’s not able to fix me. I wish he can fix me. But he can’t.
Pain hurts my heart and I whimper when he leans in to kiss me. Pulling back, I shake my head and smile at him.
“Daddy do, Daddy don’t, your little dolly is broken again.” My rhyme makes his face crinkle, and I wonder if he feels the pain like I do. “She’s in the dark, in the night, she’ll give you a big, big fright.”
“Sweet Molls,” Pike says, his voice dripping with fear. Is he scared of me? My chest tightens. I don’t like when he’s scared of me. He’s my daddy. I love him. I never want him to go away. If I’m broken, he’ll go away.
“Daddy doesn’t love a broken dolly, daddy can’t fix shattered Molly. I want to bleed, I want to burn. Daddy love me, or I’ll never return.”