Page 35 of Bound To Me

I jumped up, bolted out of my room and headed straight to the front door.Am I getting him back? Will I be his again?I closed the door behind my back and got to my knees. I thought my heart might fly out of my chest as I waited. And then I saw his familiar figure walk up the stairs.

“Eyes on the ground.” His voice was as cold and harsh as ever.

My eyes went to the floor in front of me. It was clear by the smell of alcohol on him that he was not sober.

“Stand up and face the wall. Do not look at me.”

My legs quivered as I stood, my gaze fixed on the wall. My hands shook uncontrollably as I pressed them to the sides of my trembling thighs.

Michael abruptly pulled my pajama shorts and underwear down and then locked my hands behind my back with his grip. I could hear him pull his zipper down before he quickly thrusthimself into me. A surprised gasp escaped my mouth as he pounded me against the wall. He took his free hand and covered my mouth, then whispered in my ear.

“Be quiet, sweet Jackie. Let Daddy come in you like a good girl.”

My body melted with his praise as he continued, his pumps quickening.

It only took a minute for him to groan into my neck and I realized he was coming. I wasn’t even upset that he didn’t let me come—I was just happy that he fucked me.

He didn’t stay inside me for long. He pulled out and quickly zipped his pants back up, but he still held my wrists behind my back. He lifted my shorts up and then put his mouth softly against my ear.

“Don’t you dare think this means anything.” His tone was angry again, a familiar edge creeping into his voice. “I just needed to come and you were the easiest fuck. Now go back to bed and keep my cum inside of you.”

He released his grip and I turned to face him. The side of my head and my body suddenly pounded against the wall with his force as he pressed his body against mine.

“You are not to look at me. Go inside. Now.”

He released me and I began to quietly cry. I put my hand on the doorknob and paused; he was still there.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered to the door.

“Shut the fuck up and go inside, Jackie.”

My heart dropped and felt like it was torn apart as I opened the door and shut it behind me. I put my ear to the door and heard his footsteps gradually disappear as he went down the stairs. I slowly walked back to my room, his cum dripping down my leg, and went to sleep.

Now

Days had passed since receiving the call from Michael. I continued to wonder how Elliott would figure out who had called and what was going on, but I trusted him. It was a strange feeling to trust someone so completely again. But it wasn’t blind trust, was it? Elliott made me feel like the most important person in the world and he was trying to protect me by having me move in with him. He told me he loved me and to never be afraid with him. And I wholeheartedly accepted that. I never felt that with Michael. And I hated that I only had mine and Michael’s twisted, fucked up relationship to compare it to.

Elliott picked me up from work a few nights after our “I love you” exchange. Everything was going perfectly; we spent our nights after work fucking and cuddling and then during the day, I would longingly wait for him to be done with his sessions so I could follow him around like a fly. Only he happily took this fly to lunch and fingered me in his car while waiting in the LA traffic.

As we pulled up to the house and Elliott cut the engine, I blurted out, “I want you to tie me up.”

He looked over at me with a mischievous grin. “Are you sure?”

I nodded with my head held high. I was nervous, but it was agoodnervous; I was eager to see more of Elliott’s dominant side.

There was a pause before he nodded and put his hand on my thigh. “Okay. Let’s go inside and first discuss our boundaries.”

My heart couldn’t take how much I loved how respectful and mindful he was. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I changed into one of Elliott’s shirts and we sat at the dining table as if we were conducting a business meeting. I nervously bit my lip as I clasped my hands underneath the table.

“Don’t be nervous, baby. I want to make sure you get the most pleasure out of this.” He smiled at me, finding my hands with his.

“I know. I’m excited, honestly. So, um…yeah, let’s discuss!” I laughed shyly, eager to start.

He didn’t hesitate to begin. “First of all, I want you to know that I have extensive knowledge with rope and binding,” he explained carefully.

“Were you like a boy scout or something?” I teased; of course I could never keep a moment too serious.

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