Page 67 of Bound To Me

“Who do you belong to, sweet Jackie?” he growled, still hovering behind me.

“You, Daddy,” my quiet, quivering voice answered.

His hand shot down to my ass, a hard and sudden slap making me whimper.

“Did you fuck him after you ran off to him?”

I expected his question, but I still began to sob before I answered. “Yes.”

He slapped my ass again.

“God, you fucking whore,” he growled before bunching my hair in his hand and pulling back hard. I only saw his hateful eyes for a moment before I shut them tight as he spit on me.

“Stay,” he ordered me like a dog as he let go and walked into another room.

This is going to work. This has to work, I kept repeating to myself. It was only a minute or so before he came back with his hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked, and with a leash and collar in his hand.

“If you’re going to behave like a bitch in heat, then that’s how I’ll treat you.”

He pulled me upright onto my knees by my hair and quickly latched the collar around my neck. The leash was already attached, and he wrapped it around his fist before giving it a tug. He laughed as I let out a whimper.

“Oh, sweet Jackie, my little pet. I underestimated you. You have some fight in you after all,” he began, staring down at me with a spiteful glare. “You tried to get rid of me, didn’t you? You nearly kicked me out of that restaurant yourself. And what wasI supposed to do, hm? You gave me no choice. Quite clever.” He laughed and it only terrified me more.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was wrong. I will never try to leave you again,” I said feebly as I stared up at him.

He scoffed. “Oh, I’ve heard that from you before. And then I made sure of that, didn’t I? With my name marked all over you, there’s absolutely no way you could leave me, even if you tried.” He snickered as his eyes scanned my body as he hovered above me; I wanted to spit at him. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you again. But first, you need to be punished.”

I expected this, but that didn’t stop me from bawling and begging him not to. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. Please don’t,” I cried.

He began to laugh; I wondered if he was going to mark my body again. I couldn’t imagine him doing anything worse than that, besides killing me. But we weren’t going to let that happen. I just needed him to believe that he was in control of me again; I needed him to let his guard down.

“What punishment do you see fit, hm? Maybe…” He trailed off before slapping me hard across the face and I gasped as the pain stung across my warm cheek. “I don’t know, baby. You take a beating so well. Sometimes I think you like it.”

I don’t like it. I don’t deserve this. Don’t let him play with your mind, Jackie.

“Fucking you roughly isn’t punishment, is it?” he continued, then tugged on my leash to bend me forward on all fours; I knew better than to move from that position. I waited, expecting a blow, as he walked behind me and slapped my ass again. Nowhewas the typical one. His legs lowered to the floor and his finger suddenly invaded my pussy, easily sliding it in. I felt mortified that I was wet for him; there was no way, in any situation, that I wouldn’t be, and that may have been punishment enough. Hebegan to rub my clit with his wet finger and I bit my lip to refrain from moaning.

“Jackie, baby. You’re dripping for me. Did that bulky dryshite not satisfy you the way I can?”

My cheeks burned again; that was so far from the truth.

“Yes, Daddy. You’re the only one that can satisfy me,” I whispered to the floor.

He chuckled and then removed his finger from me. He stood up and tugged on my leash, then began to walk down the hall, forcing me to crawl behind him.

“You know what your real punishment will be, sweet Jackie?” he asked as he opened one of the bedroom doors and walked into a dark, empty room. “I’ll keep you in here, alone, with only your fucked up mind to entertain you.”

This won’t be so bad. At least he won’t carve me up again.

“Please don’t, Daddy,” I cried, hoping I sounded convincing.

He dropped the leash and suddenly the door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the darkness. I heard his footsteps disappear down the hallway and I began to call out for him. “Please! Daddy!” I stayed where I was like thegood girlhe expected me to be. “Daddy!” I continued to cry.

Only a minute later, he appeared in the room again, the faint light from the kitchen down the hall casting a glow on his shadow. I knew that he was holding rope in his hand. I started to panic, as the sight of Michael with rope instantly triggered a warning in my mind.

“No, please,” I begged, actually terrified, even though I knew I would be out of there soon.Idoknow that, right? What if this doesn’t work?

“Quiet, Jackie,” he ordered as he began to tie my wrists together in front of me.

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