Page 25 of Bound To Me

Elliott held me as I sobbed into his chest, the weight of shame and guilt overwhelming me once more. After a moment, he sighed heavily. “How long did he get?”

I looked up at him through tear-soaked eyes and shook my head. “Honestly, I don’t know. Why?”

His eyes sharpened with a flicker of something I couldn’t quite decipher. “I don’t know. I’m sorry,” he said gently, his expression softening.

“I want to forget about him.” I dried my eyes with the back of my hand and flung my leg over him as I straddled him, grinding my hips. The desire I felt for him overpowered any thoughts I had about Michael.

Elliott grabbed my hips and helped me grind against him; I felt his cock hardening underneath my pussy, the fabric of his boxer briefs and thin joggers the only thing separating us. I pressed my lips against his and a moan escaped his throat, making me squirm as I continued to grind on him.

He pulled his lips from mine. “Get up, Jacqueline. Let me fuck you like the good girl that you are.”

My heart pounded wildly, his praise piercing straight to my core. I immediately stood up, ready and waiting for his next command. He stood up and dropped his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. He gently put his hand to the side of my neck and pressed his lips to the other side.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, baby. What would you like your safe word to be?”

“Red,” I breathed.

I knew my safe word would be honored with Elliott.

“And your hard limits?” His eager eyes scanned my face, as if assessing whether I was comfortable with this or not.

Did I even have hard limits anymore?

“I…I don’t know. I’ll let you know with my safe word.” My voice was shaky. “I want this. I really want it,” I assured him with a nod.

He smiled. “On your knees.” His voice was deep and sultry and I immediately dropped down in front of him.

“Does my good girl want me to fuck her mouth?”

A thrill ran through me. This was a side of Elliott that I was enjoying very, very much.

“Yes, please,” I breathed as I stared up at him.

“And what’s my good girl going to call me?” he asked as he put his thumb to my lips, parting them.

I smiled. “Daddy.”

I needed the word to be positive again, because calling Elliott Daddy made my pussy drenched.

He suddenly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, his eyes wild with lust as he tried to thrust in and out of my mouth. I widened further, getting him down only a little bit, his size too much for my mouth. I moaned as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his glorious body. He threw it on the ground and pulled his cock out of my mouth, then softly slapped each cheek with it, the weight of it making my mouth water.

He smiled as I turned and licked his shaft up and down, keeping my hands on my thighs to steady myself.

“You’re so eager for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

He sounded pleased and I nodded as I looked up at him.

“Yes, Daddy. I want your cock so badly,” I purred.

He licked his lower lip and then held his hands out for me to take. He lifted me up and pressed his lips against mine as he cupped my pussy with his strong hand and easily slid his middle finger inside of me. I gasped as I held my hands on his arms, trying to lift my hips up to him for more.

“You have no idea what you do to me, baby,” he murmured, gently pulling my hair to force my head back and meet his eyes with mine. “I want to pound you until you scream Daddy’s name for the whole neighborhood to hear.”

My jaw dropped before I bit down hard on my lip. “Please, Daddy. I’ve been such a good girl. I need your pounding.”

He grunted as he took my thighs, lifted me up, and carried me to the table behind the loveseat. He sat me down, pushedme onto my back, then lifted my shirt over my head and crafted restraints that held my wrists together. I was suddenly very aware of my completely naked body being exposed.

“Still good, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me, taking my breasts with his hands.

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