Page 11 of Bound To Me

He licked his lips before he got to his knees and put his head between my thighs.

“Beg Daddy to lick your wet pussy,” he demanded, his hot breath only inches away from my pulsing pussy.

I didn’t hesitate. “Please, Daddy. Please lick my pussy,” I moaned, straining my neck to watch him.

He suddenly buried his face into my pussy, his hands clenching onto my thighs as he licked his way around, tasting me. I felt warmth spread throughout my body as he circled my clit with his tongue and as he pressed two fingers inside of me.

“Oh my God,” I called out, close to coming.

He suddenly pulled away from me and bit the inside of my thigh, hard. I screamed as he continued, drawing blood.

“Daddy!” I cried.

He stopped and looked up at me, his lips speckled with blood. “That’s right. You’ll never praise God in this room, only Daddy.” Then he continued to lick my clit, quickly making me come.

He hovered over me again and started to stroke his cock before quickly ramming it inside my mouth, slamming so hard into my throat that I felt bile rise up.

“Don’t you fucking vomit on Daddy’s cock,” he scolded as he pulled out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I cried, the tears streaming down my cheeks from gagging.

There was a sharp slap to my cheek before he took both of his hands and started to squeeze around my neck. He was suddenly inside of me and started to fuck me roughly, pressing harder onto my throat. My eyes began to flutter shut and the next thing I knew, Michael’s cum was dripping out of me and he was panting on the bed above me; I had passed out and he kept fucking me.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Let’s clean you up and I’ll feed you.”

I still felt lightheaded as he untied me and helped me up. I wobbled to his bathroom knowing that something was terribly wrong; I knew this wasallwrong. I knew he was abusing me, but I couldn’t help myself—I needed to please Daddy now. And I vowed to myself that I would continue to please him until the day I died.

Now

“Jacqueline Olsen?”

I answered my phone as I sat downstairs at the hostel with a couple of the other guests while they watched an action film on Netflix.

“Um, yes?” I responded.

It was an LA area code, so I answered, hoping it was a potential job offer.

“This is Lauren from Bon Appétit. We’d like to offer you the server position you interviewed for if you can start tonight.”

I gasped. “Of course. I can start right now.” I jumped up from the couch.

She laughed. “Great. We’ll need you for the 4 to 10 p.m. shift. Come dressed in black pants and a crisp, white button up shirt. Comfortable black shoes.”

“Okay, yes! I will be there!”

“Thanks. See you then.” She hung up, and I squealed with excitement.

I ran up to my room to grab my purse and go shopping for new work clothes. I had four hours until I had to be there. As I walked back downstairs, I grabbed my phone and realized I had no one to share this good news with. Loneliness suddenly crept up through my chest, and I stopped in my tracks.Don’t feel sorry for yourself, Jackie. You can do this. I was surprised at my inner monologue—she was nice to me for once. I continuedon, taking the bus to West Hollywood to the Beverly Center; the restaurant was only a few blocks away, and I wanted to reacquaint myself with the area. I spent many of my teenage years stealing from the shops at the Beverly Center and sneaking cans of beer from the gas station across the street.

As I walked around H&M, I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket. I pulled it out, and my heart dropped when I saw that Elliott was calling.Fuck, I said some pretty revealing things to him the other night.I had dodged two of his calls since then, and we had only texted briefly. I couldn’t get myself involved with such a stable, nice, handsome man. Plus, I would never be able to trust him. But I couldn’t just ghost him.

I hesitantly answered. “Hey!” I feigned confidence.

“Hey stranger. How are you doing?” His deep voice melted everything inside my body.

“I’m fine. I just got a job. I’m looking for some work clothes right now,” I responded, nervously keeping my other hand busy as I searched through the racks.

“Congratulations! That’s great news. May I ask where?” He seemed truly happy and interested in what I was saying.

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