Page 19 of Bound To Me

“You keep talking like that and you’re gonna make me come, baby.” He grinned, clenching onto my legs tighter.

“As long as you let me taste it,” I quickly responded, putting my hands up to his arms.

He grunted as he pounded me harder before he lifted me up, his cock still inside me, and sat on the couch as I straddled him.

“I need to make you come more. Seeing you come fucking turns me on more than anything,” he said as he took my hips and started to grind me against him.

I paused, unsure of myself. I hadn’t been on top in…many, many years. I was never able to do anything remotely like this with…him. Did I still even know how to get off like this?

He could sense my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…I haven’t been in this position in a really long time,” I admitted. “Do you think I can make you come like this?”

He smiled and put his big hands to my cheeks. “It doesn’t matter if you makemecome, baby. Your pleasure is all that matters.”

My heart dropped to my pussy. I immediately began to grind on him, moving my hips up and down, our eye contact never breaking. He took my ass with his hands and helped me grind up and down on his length, my orgasm quickly approaching.

“Come on, baby. Come on my cock,” he ordered, and his words spiraled me into an intense orgasm, my body quivering as I chased the pleasure that felt better than anything I’d ever felt.

He waited until I slowed my hips to kiss me fervently, then lifted me off his cock and pushed me down onto the floor on my knees. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke, his other hand gently holding onto the back of my head.

“Come in my mouth. Please,” I begged, bouncing on my knees, my nipples hardened at the sight of him masturbating.

He suddenly pushed my head down to his cock and grunted loudly, spurts shooting into my mouth, his warm and salty cum pooling there as I waited for his last drop. He watched me as I opened my mouth to show him and I smiled as I swallowed, then opened my mouth to display it.

“Jesus Christ, Jacqueline.” He leaned down and lifted me up, my wet pussy sliding against his cock, as he began to urgently kiss me again.

I giggled as we parted, unable to contain my excitement; I couldn’t remember the last time Igiggled. I almost didn’t realize that my button up shirt had opened and started to reveal the hideous white scars on my stomach until Elliott quickly glanced down at my breasts. I hurriedly buttoned up the bottom, leaving my breasts on display.

“You don’t have to hide them from me, Jacqueline. I think you’re so God damn beautiful, inside and out.” He was so earnest and sweet even after he just came into my mouth.

I tried to hide my smile as I looked down at his perfect chest and abs, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Yeah, well, your opinion might change once this shirt is off.” I sighed as I stood up and grabbed my underwear.

I knew that when I turned to face him, he would see Michael’s name carved on the top of my thighs, if he hadn’t already. I suddenly felt Elliott’s hands on my shoulders, his soft lips pressed to the side of my neck. I turned around to look up at him, almost too distracted by his body and semi-hard cock pressing against me.

His eyes boring into mine made my knees weak.

“Elliott…if this is going to work, I have a lot to tell you.”

Then

I passed out after he carved the first few letters into my skin.

I had been tied to his bed, kicking and screaming while he did so, before he placed duct tape over my mouth to shut me up. I was stripped naked and watched as he pulled a sharp knife out, holding it up beside his face.

“You never should have tried to leave me, little girl,” he growled, his eyes bloodshot red, I assumed from his drunkenness.

My heart pounded in my chest, my limbs too exhausted from straining against the rope tied to my ankles and wrists.

“Now you won’t be able to. You will have my name carved all over your weak, pathetic body. You will be too ashamed to show any other man your hideous scars. Won’t you?”

I began to cry. It was pointless to do anything else at that point. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to live anymore; I think I wanted him to hurt me beyond repair at that point.

He walked towards me and quickly jumped on top of me, straddling me between his legs. I saw his erection clear underneath his jeans—he was getting off on this.

“I don’t think my name will suffice. Perhaps I should write ‘slut’ as well? I mean, that’s what you are for trying to leave me.”

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