Page 56 of Bound To Me

“Oh, sweet Jackie. Your tits are so fucking amazing. Your whole body is just…” He trailed off as he squeezed my breasts and pressed his lips against my neck.

“Oh, Daddy,” I sighed, closing my eyes and tilting my head to the side.

“Your body belongs to Daddy, doesn’t it? My sweet fucking whore. You love everything Daddy does to you.”

I blinked my eyes open. I was over-analyzing everything he said lately, and I wondered if he was right.I had to have loved everything he did to me; otherwise, I wouldn’t be here…right? Am I that fucked up in the head to like that he marked my body as his? Oh God, Jackie. You really are fucked up. You do not deserve Elliott; you deserve this.

“Yes, Daddy. My body is yours. I am yours.” My voice cracked as I said the words aloud.

“You’ll be my fucking servant, my pet, won’t you? You’ll crawl on your hands and knees and worship me.”

I nodded. I needed to stop thinking; I needed his hands on me and his cock inside of me.

“Say it, Jackie.” His hand grazed up to my neck and I was certain he could feel my pulse beating wildly.

“I’m your pet, Daddy. I’ll worship you in every way you want me to.”

He chuckled in my ear and began to gently squeeze my neck. “Good. We’ll get eloped and it will be official. You will be my lawfully wedded wife—my lawful fucking property who will do as I say.”

Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded again.No, Jackie. Run.

“Yes, Daddy. I will be your wife, your property.”

He moaned and pushed his hips up, grinding his hard cock between my thighs. He obviously liked what he was hearing, and I obviously liked what I was feeling judging by the wetness between my thighs.

“Mmm, sweet Jackie. You always know just how to please me.” He grabbed my hip with one hand and then reached over to put his other on my pussy, covered by only my underwear. “What will your first task as my wife be?”

I couldn’t even think—I just wanted him to continue to touch me.

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” I breathed.

He began to rub my clit as I moved my hips, grinding against him.

“Whatever I want, hm?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I was so close to coming as he frantically rubbed my clit.

“I can feel how wet you are through your panties. I love how fucking wet you get for me, baby.”

My breathing hitched as I felt the pulsing of my pussy, nearing my orgasm, but then Michael removed his hand and lifted me by my hips. He pushed me down onto the bed, and as I laid on my stomach, his lips grazed my ear. “Would you bleed for me again?”

It felt like I stopped breathing; his ominous tone sent a cold shiver down my spine, freezing me in place. My heart pounded in my chest, and a wave of dread washed over me, making my body tense and my hands tremble uncontrollably as I lay there,unable to move. My mind screamedno,but my body screamedyes, overshadowing everything else.

“Anything, Daddy,” I answered with shaky breath, although I knew it couldn’t be true.

He quickly pulled my panties down and reached between my legs. He began to rub my clit and he breathed heavily into my ear as his other hand wrapped around my throat.

“So pathetic, Jackie. Still as pathetic as ever. Why would you continue to obey me? Don’t you know what I’m going to do to you?”

Panic set in—panic and fear as he made my pussy wetter, close to coming. I had to have known this would happen. And whydidI continue to obey him? It was clear that Elliott loved me, and I loved him. He was a good man who treated me like a queen. So what was wrong with me? What was I doing with Michael? Was it because he treated me like the fucking trash I knew I was?

Michael pulled his fingers from me and slapped my ass hard. “Answer me, Jackie.”

“I—I—” I couldn’t answer; I began to hyperventilate as tears poured down my cheeks. My whole body trembled, and my vision blurred with the intensity of my fear. I was terrified. It was setting in, yet again, how terribly wrong this all was. The walls seemed to close in around me, my heart racing so fast it felt like it would burst. But that didn’t stop me before. Would it stop me this time?

I felt another sting from the pain of his hand slamming hard on my ass.

“What, Jackie? Speak.” Pain again.

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