content warning: adultery, smut (brief details of penetrative sex and oral sex, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic), murder, blood.
your small apartment is where he goes on his way home from work. you're the pretty thing he daydreams about in court. your pussy is where he finds his salvation.
everyday at 6.35pm, you're ready for him to arrive and use your body. docile, obedient, subservient. his perfect sitting doll.
"taking daddy's cock so well," he'd grunt into your ear as he fucks you into the mattress. "like the little slut i've trained you to be, huh?"
"yes, daddy," is your response every single time.
yes, daddy. anything for you, daddy. this pussy is yours, daddy.
but he never stays for long once he has filled you with his cum. he dumps his sexual tension into and onto you, before going home to his family. his wife. his son.
your mouth is trained to take his entire length. no longer do you fear his thick shaft taking up all the room in your throat. you know to breathe through your nose while he fucks your face, like the good little girl he wants you to be. you know how to play with his balls, making him growl while your clit throbs.
"such a good girl for me," he whispered into your ear one night after fucking your brains out, soft and sweet. stroking your hair, holding you close, kissing your cheek. "i love you."
that changed things.
"so, stay," you begged, clutching onto him tightly. "stay the night, daddy. please don't go."
a regretful sigh left his mouth, making your heart crack before his words could. "i'm sorry, doll. you know i can't."
you tried to be okay with it. you attempted to accept that half of him was all you'd ever get, and you did your best to convince yourself that you were content with that.
"you're so perfect," andy groaned while you rode him, his hands stroking your hips and playing with your tits. "such a perfect little fuckdoll for me, aren't you?"
"yes, daddy."
watching him leave started getting harder. spending the night alone in the bed that he had marked with his scent was cruel.
you couldn't take it any longer. you deserved more than half of him. having him to yourself was your right.
andy gets home earlier today, because you texted him telling him that you aren't at your apartment tonight. he's frustrated, and he really needs you, but his wife will have to suffice.
"honey?" he calls out as he opens the front door, dropping his briefcase in the corridor and walking through to the kitchen. "i'm home."
when he doesn't hear anything, he's confused. he was sure laurie had the day off work today.
"honey?" andy says a little louder, feeling uneasy at the silence he's met with once again.
the sound of a tap makes him stop in his tracks. he walks to the living room, where the noise came from, his heart dropping when he sees you.
you're standing over laurie's inanimate body. a deep red coats her chest and your hands, specks of it on your face. he can tell from the blood spatter that you had stabbed her, at least ten times.
his mouth runs dry, his skin pales. he doesn't know what to say. the only thing running in his mind is the one thing he's begging isn't true. "is she dead?"
your lips curl up into an innocent smile. the knife glistens under the light, the thick red liquid dripping onto the floorboards and seeping into the cracks.
Sitting doll is a fucking masterpiece. Would you consider ever making it a Drabble series? Like spontaneous lil drabbles that show the story of Andy and his sitting doll?
thank you so much!! and yes absolutely, that sounds yummy 😈
