Page 10 of Bound To Me

He groaned and I felt my pussy twitch. “Yes, itiscreepy. I’m eighteen years older than you.”

I bit my lip. I wanted him so badly. But I couldn’t let it happen. Ever.

“If I say it’s not creepy, it’s not creepy. You should be flattered that a twenty-eight year old thinks you’re hot.”Oh God, I did not just say that. “I mean, you’re—fuck,” I laughed, my tipsiness at its height.

He laughed too. “Well, yes…I amveryflattered. Especially coming from you.”

I scoffed. “I’m sure you get that all the time.” I was now at the front entrance of the hostel. “You must be swatting away the ladies like flies.”Fuck it, I can flirt;that’s all I could let myself do.

“Actually, not quite. I’m so busy that I don’t have time to be…swatting ladies away.” He laughed lightly. “But I could make the time for you.”

The fire in my core dropped straight to my pussy. “You’re gonna swat me away?” I teased.

He laughed again. “No, that’s not what I meant. Jacqueline, I know you say you’re a mess, but I’d love to see you again.” His tone was earnest and sweet.

I shut my eyes tight. “I can’t. I mean…I can be your friend, Elliott, but any more than that…I just can’t.” I felt like crying.

There was silence for a moment. “Idoneed more friends.” There was a smile in his tone.

Another tug at my heartstrings. “Okay, well,friend. I made it back home. I’m safe for tonight.”

He sighed. “Good. Can I call you again tomorrow?”

I bit my lip as I smiled. “Sure. I’d like that.”

Then

The need to feel like I belonged overpowered any reservations I had about Michael. I never had anyone tell me that I wastheirs. I desperately wanted to be loved and needed. Once Michael said those words, something in my brain shorted, all logic was disregarded, and all I knew was that I needed to please him—to make him happy. I hadn’t had a family or anything else that felt remotely like love in many, many years. I was abandoned and left to fend for myself. Now, someone was going to finally take care of me.

Michael didn’t let me stay the night with him. He insisted that we shouldn’t be sleeping together like that. I was hurt but I didn’t question him—he knew what he was doing.

Over the next few days, I checked my phone every minute, waiting for his call or text. I was distracted at work, writing down wrong orders, getting yelled at and threatened to be fired. I didn’t care anymore; all that I cared about was Michael. And when he finally called me four days later after I incessantly texted and called him, I left work early to go see him. Inevitably, I was fired.

I knocked at Michael’s door as I cried. I was freaking out that I no longer had a job—how was I going to pay my rent? How was I going to live? I knew I wouldn’t get a recommendation from the place I had just worked at for two years.I am such a fucking idiot.

“Oh, baby girl, what’s wrong?” Michael answered the door and held me in his arms.

“I just got fired. They didn’t understand that I needed to come see youright now,” I cried into his chest.

Michael stroked my hair. “That’s okay, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about that again.”

Oh, how I ate his words up.

“Really?” I looked up at him, my eyes burning from the makeup that ran into my eyes.

He smiled down at me. “Yes. Come in. Daddy needs you.”

He tied my hands to the headboard after he stripped me slowly. I waited as he elaborately tied my ankles to the bottom of his bed frame. All I wanted was for him to be inside of me, to make me his again. I would never use my safe word again—I didn’t want to upset him. If he hurt me again, I would be his good girl and let him hurt me.

“Are you going to behave tonight, baby?”

He walked around the bed as he surveyed my body.

“Yes, Daddy,” I nodded eagerly.

“Is your pussy wet for Daddy?” He crawled onto the bed over me, his toned arms and abs contracting as his erection pressed against my stomach.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered again.

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