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“I… I’m done, Daddy…” I relax, mind blank as he leans over, turning on the shower on and stepping inside. Only then does he pull me off his dick and I feel him roughly push me over. I trip, quickly catching myself with my hands on the tile wall as he goes to his knees spreads my ass cheeks and pussy. On God, this niggainhales my pussy, and my knees go weak, but he holds me up, smacking my ass.

“Don’t interrupt,” he grunts, and I do my best not to interrupt his meal, but Goooooddd it feels so good.

By the time he’s done, the water is running cold, but I welcome it. The cold water is a nice reprieve to the fire raging inside me, though it does nothing to stop the inferno he’s started.

I clean myself as best as I can on shaky legs, but as I go to step out, he whistles, catching my attention.

“O-oh… can I get out?” I ask timidly. He raises a brow, muscles bulging, and I can see this man missed no time in the gym while in prison…Good Lord, he might as well be a brick.

“So, you expect me to wash myself?” He cocks his head to the side and I blink, pleasure flooding me. Immediately, I correct my ways and take the towel in my hands with the soap, running it over his body, washing him better than I did myself just so I can touch him more.

If I could, I’d run my tongue over his chest, but I can’t. After he rinses off, he dismisses me and I leave the shower, but I stay in the bathroom, not wanting Daddy to think I’m going to run away again.

I use the time to search around and find us both some cheap, but unused and individually wrapped toothbrushes.God… I don’tknow if this place is a hide out or a BnB, but it’s got everything so I’m just going to be grateful.

By the time I’ve fixed my hair like he likes it and washed my face, I’m just standing there watching him.

“Uhm…” I voice and he cuts his eyes to me. “C-can I go f-find us something t-to eat?” I ask and he raises a brow, smirking.

“No, stay there. You probably can’t cook anyway, con?—”

“I can cook!” I stomp my foot, curling my lip.

“You consider expired cereal and water cooking?” he smirks, snorting, running water over his head, looking like a sinister but beautiful marble statue. His words sting, but it’s not like he’s wrong to ask.

“I wasn’t trying to cook then…”

“Then what were you trying to do?”

“Kill you?” I answer honestly and he throws his head back laughing.

“If that’s the case, then why the fuck would I let you touch a mother fucking thing I have to put in my mouth besides that pussy?” He shuts off the water, stepping out, not even botheringto dry off. No, this big ass mother fucker just stalks over to me, dripping water on me.

“B-because…” I tell him lamely, not moving even though I’m scared.

“Because what?” he looks me over and I swallow, trying to keep myself from shaking in front of him. I know how big he is… I’ve felt him on top of me and inside of me… but this is the first time I’mtrulyfeeling how small I am in comparison. His shoulders eclipse mine easily.

His arms are so big I wonder how I wasn’t crushed anytime he grasped me. His dick… I squeeze my bruised thighs together, holding in a wanton sigh. I don’t want him to see how scared I am no matter how much I feel it.

“B-be-because… because I… because I decided that I’m yours. Th-that’s why.” I fist my hands, staring the beast in his cold eyes. He looks me over and I see the corner of his mouth tick up slightly in a smile before backing off.

“Birdie… I’ll kill you if you run away this time…” he trails off and swipes the towel I folded neatly on the back of the toilet, throwing it over his shoulders. I allow my eyes to take in the power behind his words as he stands before me.

“I know,” I tell him with a nod.

He says nothing else. He simply nods his head in the direction of the bathroom door, and I leave, listening to the floorboards creak under his massive weight as I make my way to the living room. Even though I want to go put on clothes, I don’t even bother risking pissing him off since he didn’t give me permission.

When I get to the living room, I’m prepared to start cleaning since I know he left a mess, though I’m actually surprised it’s not as bad as I thought…

“What the…”

“What? Did you assume I was some nasty mother fucker who can’t clean?” I jump, not expecting him to say anything. I glance back to see he’s watching me with one foot out the door as if he’s expecting to run after me with the knife in his hand.Where the hell did he even grab that from?But fuck all that cause he’s for sure holding on to that mother fucker like he’s ready to use it…why that turns me on, I have no idea.

I can only compare that to why silly people go skydiving or on hot air balloons or rollercoasters…it’s the thrill of knowing your life is in danger.I smile and he glares at me with the toothbrush in his mouth and the towel wrapped around his waist.

“No, I was just expecting to service you more than in the bed, Daddy. That’s all,” I tease and he goes still, looking me over with a scowl.

“Birdie… you want me to fuck you stupid, huh?” he growls, and my nipples harden.

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