Page 34 of Bound To Me

I shook my head with a smile of my own, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Nope.”

He sighed. “Okay. Will you still…sleep in this bed with me?” he asked, almost shyly.

“I would love that.” I grinned, then glanced at the bed. “You sure you’re okay with me taking this side?”

I wasn’t sure how to phrase it—whether he was ready for me to share the space that had once been Kate’s. I didn’t want to intrude on the memories.

He nodded as our eyes met.

“I’m ready,” he said softly, as if he understood my unspoken concerns.

I gave him another one of our sweet, tender kisses that gradually heated up; I wrapped my leg around him, straddlinghim as our kiss deepened. But just as things were getting intense, he pulled his lips away.

His eyes were filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “Before we go any further, I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “And I don’t want to scare you off, but… I need you to know this.”

My stomach tightened, the warmth between us suddenly overshadowed by the weight of his words.

“I love you, Jacqueline. You don’t need to say it back. I just needed you to know, because I’m not going anywhere.”

There was an immediate lump in my throat.Thank God he said it first. I was overwhelmed with relief and love, and I must have looked like a lunatic, grinning through my tears.

“I love you too, Elliott.”

Then

I was starting to get more bold. I would purposely hang around Battery Park, waiting for a glimpse of Michael and his mystery blonde. I would go all the way up to the East Village from Park Slope just to watch Michael walk to the bodega down the street. And he knew I was still following and watching him; he would constantly make eye contact with me and stare at me as he held blondie’s hand. He knew it would hurt me so he continued his affection with her. I wondered if she was also his submissive. Didn’t henothave romantic relationships with anyone? Or was that just with his submissives? Did those two ever intertwine?

I wasn’t sleeping when Michael called me at 2 a.m. one morning. I sat on my bed in the dark, trying to hack into his email to see if I could get any information about blondie that way.

“M—Michael?” I answered, confused.

His tone was instantly harsh. “Why are you trying to get into my email?”

I began to sob immediately. “Because I love you. And I miss you,” I cried.

He sighed heavily. “My sweet Jackie. Don’t cry.”

I stopped crying and my heart dropped to the floor. “I’m still your sweet Jackie?”

He laughed to himself. “Of course you are. Isn’t my name scarred into your skin?” He made it sound like that was something romantic.

I looked down at his name on my leg. “But…” I wasn’t sure how to go on.

“Is your pussy wet for Daddy?” His voice was low and he almost sounded drunk. That didn’t stop my heart from beating wildly in my chest as my pussy throbbed with need.Daddy.

“Always, Daddy,” I breathed into the phone.

There was a sound on his end that seemed like he had just closed a car door.

“Go to your front door. Close the door behind you and get on your knees.”

My lips parted, unsure of what was going on.Is he here?

“Do you understand?” He sounded angry.

“Y—yes, Daddy.”

He hung up.

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