Page 68 of Bound To Me

“Please. Please, Daddy,” I continued.

It was dark, but my eyes were beginning to adjust, and I swore I could see a smile on his face as he focused on the rope. I didn’t bother to resist—I needed him to think I had surrendered, that I wanted him and would do anything to be with him.

“Fucking pathetic, as always,” he scolded before using another piece of rope to tie my ankles together.

My cries continued as he finished, then he rolled me onto my front, my face flush to the floor, and he positioned my knees to force my hips in the air. I wailed as he thrust his hard cock into me, his nails digging into my flesh seemingly with the sole purpose of hurting me. He grunted loudly, his hips pounding quickly against me.

“You don’t deserve to come, you whore,” he growled into my ear. “But I’ll come all over you and let you sleep with it clinging to your ruined body on the cold, hard floor.”

His words stung deep in my chest and I continued to sob.He’s going to die. Be strong.

Michael suddenly pulled out of me and pushed me onto my side, then grabbed my legs to position my back to the floor. His warm cum spurted all over my flesh and I closed my eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my frightened eyes meeting his.

“You’ll remain here until I’m satisfied you’ve suffered enough for your behavior.”

My eyes remained closed as I heard him get up and walk out the door. For a few moments, everything was silent except for the pounding of my own heart. But then I heard his voice in my ear.

“Are you okay, Jacqueline?”

A tear fell down my cheek as I whispered, “No. But I will be.”

* * *

Seventy-two hours earlier.

“How the fuck does this work?” I stared at a tiny little dot in Elliott’s hand.

I had just completed an intense, three-day self-defense course led by Elliott, a seasoned fighter with years of experience. It didn’t surprise me; Elliott had many hidden talents that I was sure I’d discover in time. Although we still had a lot to learn about each other, that had to wait until we got Michael out of our lives.

Elliott insisted I be prepared for any situation that might arise. Despite my doubts about my ability to handle Michael if it came to that, I felt more confident that I wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“I’ll place this one inside your ear canal so you can hear me,” he said, holding up a tiny piece of metal. “And the other,” he continued, displaying an identical piece, “will serve as a microphone. I’ll be able to hear what’s going on, and you’ll be able to hear me.”

I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes. “That shit’s gonna get lost inside my ear.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No. I’ll make sure it sticks.”

“But…” I shook my head.

Elliott gazed down at me with a look of concern. “But what, baby?”

How do I tell him about how I’m terrified Michael is going to do his worst to me? That he’s going to toss me around, hurt me, possibly kill me?

“But what if it falls out during…like…” My cheeks reddened at the thought of Michael and me having sex and Elliott hearing it.

“During sex?” Elliott didn’t look bothered at all.

I sighed nervously and nodded. “And if he’s rough with me?”

His jaw clenched as he looked down at the healing scar on my shoulder.

“You don’t have to do this, Jacqueline.”

It was probably the 800th time he had said that to me in the last few days; we had discussed that I would probably have to have sex with Michael to really convince him I was still utterly obsessed.

“I know,” I huffed out. “But I need to.”

I didn’t mean to get angry at Elliott, but he didn’t seem confident in me. Either that, or he was scared shitless. “Sorry,” I added, crossing my arms.

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