Richard was mesmerized by the tiny girl. She was exquisite, like a living porcelain doll. He longed to run his fingers over her soft curves and feel her tremble against his palm.
His manhood stirred at the thought. She would be the perfect plaything in bed. But he didn't want to hurt her. She was far too delicate, like a bird with fragile hollow bones.
Richard swallowed hard, torn between desire and restraint.
Sophia whimpered as Richard's giant hands reached for her. She tried to run to no avail. His fingers curled around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides.
He lifted her from the table, bringing her up to his face. She shook like a leaf in a storm, her eyes wide with terror.
"Shh," he soothed. His warm breath washed over her as he spoke. "I won't hurt you, little doll."
Sophia froze in shock.
Richard gave her a lopsided grin, his pale eyes glinting. "I want you to enjoy this too."
Enjoy what? Before she could ask, his lips descended upon her in a hungry kiss. She squeaked in surprise, helpless in his grip.
This was not at all what she had expected.
Richard broke the kiss, nuzzling her cheek with the tip of his nose. Sophia's heart pounded as she took in the sight of his massive face looming before her, his features seeming larger than life.
"So soft," he murmured, stroking her bare skin with the pad of his thumb. A blush rose to Sophia's cheeks at his intimate touch. "And responsive too." His grin widened. "You like this, don't you little one?"
Sophia shook her head, clenching her jaw. She would not give him the satisfaction.
"put me down!" she shrieked.
For a moment he hesitated, gazing down at her with an unreadable expression. Then he shook his head, a wistful smile touching his lips.
"I'm afraid I can't do that little doll," he said softly. "You're just too precious to give up."
With that, he tucked her against his chest and strode out of the room.
Richard carried Sophia into an enormous bedroom. He placed her on a pillow bigger than she was, its softness engulfing her legs as she sank into the downy feathers. She scrambled to get free but only managed to entangle herself further, her limbs tangling in the silkiness.
Panic rose in her chest. She was going to drown in this sea of white, smothered and suffocated like a fly in a spider's web.
"Easy now, little doll." Richard's voice rumbled above her, and she felt the pillow shift as he adjusted his position. "You're not in any danger. I won't let you get hurt."
"Then let me go!" She struggled anew, crying out in frustration. Why couldn't he understand she wanted nothing to do with him?
With a sigh, he reached down and scooped her from the pillow, cupping her against his chest. She pounded on his hands, cursing and shouting for all she was worth, but he only held her closer, tracing a fingertip down her spine.
"Shhh," he murmured, his voice a low rumble she felt in her bones. "There's no need to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," she lied, trembling in his hands. "I just want to go home!"
Richard just ignores his new play thing. He begins to play with her. Bringing her to his mouth.
After what felt like ages, they reach climax. Sophia tense as she she feels the giant fingers tighten around her, she is pulled away from his mouth, string of spit drips from her.
Richard eased her from his lips, strands of saliva stretching between them before breaking to splatter against his chin. He peered down at her, eyes heavy-lidded with sated lust, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Sophia shivers as she looks into the giant's eyes, she is pinched between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes are still heavy with lust, but there is still a gentle look in them.
Trapped in his grip, she could only stare up at him helplessly. He gazed at her with possessive tenderness, stroking her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"My sweet doll," he murmured, lips curving into a smile. "You were exquisite."
Sophia flushed, torn between anger and shame at her treacherous body's reactions. She squirmed in his hold, but her limbs felt limp and unresponsive after so many climaxes.
Sophia is lowered to the giant's chest. Sophia collapses on all fours, it is weird to feel the giant's hairy chest, and the rise and fall of this chest. His giant hand rests behind her naked body, and he could easily grab her again.
Richard settled her atop his chest, his heart thundering under her hands and knees. She clung to his warm skin, steadying herself against the expanse of muscle and hair.
His hand came to rest behind her, a silent promise that he could snatch her up again whenever he chose. She was at his mercy in every way, a toy for his pleasure and amusement.
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