Page 44 of Bound To Me

I don’t know why I felt a pang of disappointment when I heard the door gently close behind me. The soft click echoed inthe hollow space of my heart, amplifying the emptiness inside. I began to sob, tears streaming down my face as I made my way to the waiting Uber. As I slid into the back seat, the weight of my shattered emotions pressed down on me, leaving me feeling completely and utterly broken.

Then

I obsessively checked Hana’s Instagram while she and Michael were away. She never posted anything, but she was tagged by someone named Emily; her last name was also Miller, so I assumed they were related. There were selfies of the two, but nothing Michael related. She was so beautiful and thin with amazing cheekbones. No wonder he didn’t want me anymore when he could have her.

The night after Thanksgiving, I sat in my room and mindlessly skimmed through a book. My brain was far too distracted to read the words. And then I received a text from him:Unlock your door. Wait for me in your bedroom on your knees.

My heart raced in my chest as I smiled down at my phone. Thank God my roommate wasn’t home; Michael had never actually been in my apartment, so I was curious if he was going to search around the place to look for me.

Yes, Daddy.

I ran to the front door, unlocked it, and then ran back to my room. I got on my knees with a smile on my face. I must have waited ten minutes until my front door creaked open. I heard his footsteps slowly approach my room and I bit my lip as my chest quickly heaved up and down. Instinctively, my eyes went to the floor as he walked in. My bedroom door shut behind him.

He chuckled faintly. “Sweet Jackie. All ready for me.”

I smiled at the floor. “Yes, Daddy.”

He crept closer to me, his brown oxfords stopping right in front of my knees.

“Stand up. Eyes down.”

I quickly stood on wobbly legs. Now that Michael was in front of me, all alone, fear struck through my chest. Was he going to punish me?

He slowly circled me, just as he did the first night we met. He stopped behind me and took my wrists, holding them together with one hand. He pulled me a step back and then shoved me down into the bed, face first. He was quiet—too quiet.

Suddenly, he was pulling down my jeans and panties in one quick motion. I gasped as he began to softly caress my ass; I let out a scream as he slapped it hard with his hand.

“Sweet Jackie. Why have you been so naughty, hm?” His voice was quiet, as if he feared being heard.

“Because I’ve missed you, Daddy. I told you I’d never stop loving you,” I whispered as a hot tear fell down my cheek.

He sighed. “That you did. So fucking persistent.” He sounded annoyed, but he began to graze my ass again.

“No one will ever love you the way that I do, Daddy. I’m yours, forever. I’ll never leave.” My voice was strained as Michael took my wrists and held them down against the small of my back.

“Yeah, I’m starting to fucking notice that, Jackie.” There was contempt clear in his voice.

I heard his zipper being pulled down; my pussy began to throb for him.

“I haven’t used my belt on you yet, have I?” It was eerie how calm and even his voice was.

A lump formed in my throat and fear rose in my chest. “No,” I whispered.

He slapped hard down onto my ass.

“No, Daddy. You haven’t,” I corrected myself.

That’s when he replaced his hand with his belt—a hard, quick, stinging pain seared on my ass and made me cry out with pain. Michael held my wrists tighter as he whacked me again, this time harder; the pain was unbearable but I needed to be his good girl and be quiet to please him. I began to sob as he struck me a third and fourth time.

“Sweet fucking Jackie. Do you want Daddy to fuck you?” He no longer sounded angry—in fact, he sounded heated and turned on as he dropped his belt to the floor.

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I cried, my tears unable to stop.

He kept a firm grip on my wrists as he quickly thrust himself inside of me. He grabbed my hair with his free hand and tugged it back hard, sending more searing pain through me.

“You don’t deserve to come. Wanna know why, Jackie?” His lips traced my ear as he fucked me hard and deep.

He didn’t wait for me to answer.

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