Page 20 of Bound To Me

Then he began to cut into my stomach. The pain seared through my body, the stinging on my skin worse than any blow he could give me.

“S.” He was smiling, slowly gliding the knife across my skin. “L.” My eyes began to flutter shut. “U.”

I was too scared to even move…and then, with the pain unbearable, I passed out.

I woke up still tied to the bed, my whole body on fire. Michael was nowhere to be seen. I looked down at my body and saw blood oozing from the wounds on my stomach and thighs. I began to sob, afraid of Michael coming back and doing more damage to me. After my tears were all dried out, I realized the sun was starting to come up. I heard movement outside the bedroom; I shut my eyes tight to avoid seeing Michael walk through the door. The door creaked open and I began to shake. I could hear his footsteps inching closer to the bed as he sighed.

“It really is a shame, my sweet girl. I didn’t want to hurt you like this. But you never should have tried to leave me.” His voice was almost a whisper.

I opened my eyes, tears falling down the sides of my cheeks.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. You’re bound to me for life, doesn’t that excite you?”

I froze.Bound to him?

“Look, I even got you a ring.” He smiled as he sat down beside me, holding up a silver band. “It’s for my sweet girl. Inside it’s engraved ‘Daddy’s girl.’” He slipped the ring on my left ring finger.

My brain instantly went from hatred back to obsession.He cares about me. He loves me. He bought me a ring.

“Do you love it, baby?” He looked up at me as he grazed my breast softly with his hand.

I nodded slowly.

“Let me untie you. Let’s get you cleaned up and I will take care of these wounds for you.”

The burning on my skin started to subside. Now it was set in stone: I could never leave him. I was always going to belong tohim. I was bound to him forever, and somehow…I was okay with that.

Now

Elliott led me down the hall into his bedroom after he put on his boxer briefs, much to my dismay. We passed a picture in the hall of a beautiful, strawberry blonde woman that almost looked like a headshot.Was his wife an actress? How did she pass?I had so many questions for him, but first, I needed to tell him about my life.

The first thing I noticed about his bedroom was the abstract art above his bed. The bed was neatly made on an iron rod frame, with nightstands on either side. Books were stacked next to a lamp on one side, while the other table was bare apart from the lamp.

“Are you comfortable talking in here? Or would you like to go back out to the living room?” He stood next to the bed, his eyes full of concern.

Still such a gentleman even after fucking me senseless.I’m sure he was nervous to hear all about my trauma.

“Here is fine.” I crossed my arms as I sat down with him on the bed.

I was self-conscious all over again; that was easily the best sex I had ever had, with the best-looking man, and now I had to tell him all about how fucked up I was.

He scooted back and lifted the covers, patting the bed next to him with a grin. I blushed as I crawled onto the bed and got under the covers with him. He put his arm out on my pillow, andas I lay my head down, I realized he wanted to cuddle. I felt like sobbing—is this the real deal?He wanted to cuddle with me and hold me while I told him my deepest, darkest secrets?

I put my arm over his chest, running my fingers through the hair that covered it. He pulled me closer, and I felt his lips press against the top of my head.

“I have to tell you, I’m not used to this. I was never allowed to…do this in my previous relationship,” I started quietly.

“No? Why not?” His deep voice was calm and soothing.

Am I really going to volunteer this information?

“You know how I told you how I was tied up and mutilated?”As if he would forget.

“Yes.” I heard his heart pounding in his chest.

My heart sank.Why am I telling him this? He’s gonna run, Jackie. Don’t do this.

“I agreed to be tied up. I…I consented to it most of the time,” I began. “Obviously I didn’t consent to getting his fucking name and other horrible things carved onto my body. But…we had a dominant/submissive relationship. At least that’s what he called it. And a severely deranged one at that.”

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