Page 17 of Bound To Me

He outstretched his hand to me again. “Yes, baby. Come.”

I slowly walked to him and grabbed his hand; he was so warm and gentle. He smiled and patted on his lap. I carefully sat down on him and instantly felt the erection under my thighs. I was already wet; it was a guarantee whenever he touched me. He pulled my waist and positioned me directly on top of his hard cock with my back to his chest.

He had one arm held around my waist while his other hand crept up my shirt. I knew he could feel the banging in my chest as he pushed his hand under my bra and began to tease my nipple.

“Daddy could never let you leave, baby,” he said quietly into my ear, his warm breath sent tingles throughout my body.

I closed my eyes, already hypnotized by his touch. He had never touched me so sensually, so carefully before.

“Why do you want to leave, hm?” he went on, moving to my other breast.

“I…I want you to love me,” I whispered, the tears already trailing down my cheeks.

He chuckled softly. “Oh baby, Daddy does love you. Don’t you know that?” He pressed his lips to my neck.

I let out an involuntary moan.

“I love you, Daddy,” I breathed, starting to grind my hips against his erection.

His hand quickly grazed up my chest, then closed tightly around my neck. He began to squeeze as he locked both of my arms behind my back, rendering me defenseless. I tried to kick my feet against the floor but he was too strong.I’m going to die. He’s finally going to kill me.

“Then don’t you ever try to leave me again. If you do, I will kill you, Jackie,” he snarled into my ear, finally releasing his grip on my neck and leaving me gasping for air.

I began to cry as he continued to hold my arms behind my back.

“Get on your knees. You need to be punished for trying to leave.” He pushed me away and I fell to the floor, still catching my breath.

I cried on all fours, leaving my head hanging. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Why did I think I could leave? Does he actually love me or did he just need to hear that I still loved him?

There was suddenly a sharp blow to my ass.

“Your knees, Jackie. Don’t make me say it again!” he yelled.

I quickly got to my knees as I faced him, too scared to look him in the eye. I was even too scared to continue to cry. He was already pulling down his jeans as I stared down at the floor, waiting for whatever he was going to do to me.

“First, you’re going to suck my cock until I come all over you. Then I’m going to make sure no man could ever want you again.” He pulled his cock out and I started to cry again. “You’re all mine, Jackie. And I will make sure you never forget it.”

Now

Elliott drove me home that night, opened the car door for me, and walked me into the lobby—all the gentlemanly things a man could do. He didn’t try to kiss me or even hug me. I started to think that maybe he really did want toonlybe my friend. Or was he really just that respectful?

I hated that I didn’t have privacy to masturbate in my own room, so I took the opportunity to use the shower in the empty bathroom. I closed my eyes, lathering my body with soap, and imagined Elliott in his car, reaching his hand over and in between my thighs. Fuck, justthinkingabout him made me wet; I slipped my hand to my pussy and put my finger to my throbbing clit, needing release after being in his presence and not being able to touch him.Why do I have these rules again?My mind instantly wandered to Michael and I hated that his face began to mix with Elliott’s in my fantasy.

“Elliott,” I whispered to myself, hoping his name said aloud would rule out the image of Michael.

Elliott slid his finger inside of me, feeling the heat and wetness between my thighs. He put his fingers to his mouth to taste me and—

“Fuck,” I quietly moaned, coming to my own fantasy.

This was exactly why I needed to run; I was starting to let my guard down with himandI wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me. I told him about Michael mutilating me becauseI wanted to scare him off. But was that really all I was trying to do? Was I giving him a warning? Or was I opening up and telling him things that he needed to know before we—before we what? Started a relationship? I knew that could never happen so why exactly was I opening up to him? Why was I even spending time with him?

I knew what I needed to do—I needed to get him out of my life. I needed to keep myself safe. That meant staying far away from any man, friendly and otherworldly beautiful or not.

I decided to sleep on my decision. When I woke up from a dream in which Elliott and I had a picnic and had sex during sunset, I knew I had to cut things off with him.

I was on my way to work when I sent him the text:I had such a nice time with you last night. That’s why it’s so hard to let you know that we can’t talk anymore. I am letting every one of my guards down with you and I’m not comfortable with how that’s making me feel. I hope you understand. You’re far too good to be in my life. ??

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