“I’m so sorry, Elliott. I’m so sorry for being such a fucking mess. I’m sorry for not being stronger. Michael turned me into a fucking helpless, scared, lost puppy,” I said with a crack in my voice.
He shook his head and took my hand. “Youdidwarn me,” he teased with a smile.
I laughed and let my body rest on his; he was right about that.
“Seriously though, baby. You are a lot stronger than you think. You could have gotten swept up in his web again. But you made it out this time. All by yourself.”
Is that true?
“He tied me up again,” I blurted out.
Elliott tensed, and I could have sworn he stopped breathing.
“What did he do?” he growled, his voice taking on a depth I’d never heard before.
“Just surface wounds this time,” I said so quietly that it was almost a whisper.
His tone remained the same. “Show me.”
I sat straight and looked up at him. His eyes blazed with fury and his jaw clenched slightly.
“Show me, Jacqueline,” he repeated.
I looked down at the ground before I stood up and began to undress. There were at least a dozen shallow cuts from the night before, spanning from my collarbone to my inner thigh. Elliott’s eyes were glazed with tears as he grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him, then gently pressed his lips to a scabbed cut on my stomach. Every hair on my body stood upright as goosebumpsfreckled my skin. He looked up at me with eyes burning with desire, his gaze intense and unwavering. “I will never let him touch another hair on your body, baby. He will never get that close to you again. I promise you.”
I believed him. “I know you won’t, Daddy,” I said, my words laced with arousal, as I put my knees on either side of him to rest my weight between his legs. I held onto his strong shoulders and lifted my chest to arch my back.
A smile flickered across his face. “Jacqueline. Are you sure you’re ready?” He cupped my ass with each of his hands as I began to move my hips.
“Yes, Daddy. Show me how a real man treats his baby.”
His erection hardened beneath me as his lips parted and he let out a soft exhale.
“You want me to show you, baby?”
I nodded and smiled. “Yes, please.”
He stood and lifted me with his forearms, his hands firmly gripping my ass. He turned around and gently laid me on my back before taking my calves and pulling them over his shoulders. I looked down just as he placed his lips between my legs, igniting a surprised gasp from my lungs.
“Yes,” I moaned as Elliott swirled his tongue around my clit before burying his face in my pussy, lapping around like he was starving.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, then circled my clit with his tongue and stuck two fingers deep inside of me. Instantly, I clenched my thighs around Elliott’s head and my body seized with an overwhelming orgasm. The satisfaction from coming without tremendous guilt afterward sent another wave of pleasure throughout my body. Elliott continued to feast on me until my legs trembled and I was depleted of all energy.
“Daddy, please…please fuck me now,” I breathed out.
He grunted as he parted his mouth from my pussy and stood to lift his shirt over his head. I watched his muscles contract and my pussy twitched, signaling that I was ready for more. He smiled down at me as he let his cock spring free from his boxer briefs. My heart raced as I watched him stroke himself with one hand, then lean his body over me, steadying himself with the other hand.
“Baby, do you know how much I love you?” he whispered in my ear, letting his lips graze it gently.
“Tell me, Daddy,” I breathed back.
He trailed kisses along my neck before making his way back up to my ear. “I love you so much that I’ll fucking kill for you. And I’ll take great pleasure in it too. You know why, baby?”
My heart pounded so hard that I was certain it would burst from my chest. Elliott’s dark side almost made me come from his words alone.
“You’re mine now. And no one is allowed to hurt my baby and get away with it.”
Elliott suddenly thrust his hard cock into me; I wrapped my legs around his torso, desperate for more. He stilled himself as he kissed my neck, then slowly withdrew and thrust back in, repeating the process.