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I shudder, thinking about Saw’s grunts as he took me in my fantasy and in really life.He’s perfect…I want more…I don’t want this to end…

What do I need to do to make it so this never ends? I sit up and peek out the window again to see Saw burning something, and my eyes travel to my car. I know how to tinker with a car… what if I just put him in my trunk again and take him home? I have my passport, but how would I get him out of the country? Hell, does he have family?

The questions make me tap my foot in the water, causing a ripple as I count the money in my savings and think about ways I canquit the bank and start freelancing to make money while still playing with my pussy.

Hmmm…

I hear the door bang open and shut in the living room as the familiar sound of Saw’s boots scrape heavily against the floor. I close my eyes in thought.

“Birdie.” I jump up, blinking, noticing the sun has gone down.Shit…

“I… I’ll get up and get dinner…” I try to get up and nearly die when I see my hand is still buried in my pussy. A squeal clogs in my throat as he raises a brow, smirking.

“The fuck were you doing over here?! Trying to kill yourself before I can?” he scowls and I want to giggle, but I hold it in.

“N… no I just… Uhm…” I try to find the words to explain but nothing comes to mind. “S-sorry…”

He snorts, bending down, pulling my now embarrassingly shriveled hand from my pussy and I cream when he licks them.

“I’ll fuck you if you do it next time and don’t warn me so I can watch.”Should I tell him next time? I think I’d much rather him fuck me up, but…I nod, cumming a little as he cleans my mess and gives me permission to go wash my hands.

Quickly, I dry off and check myself in the mirror before leaving the cold bathroom, wishing I had some clothes to put on, but I know Saw won’t let me and I’m happy about his easy access, so I can’t complain so much. When I step out, I expect it to be cold, but my brows shoot up when I see that it’s actually warm and toasty.

I go into the living room and see Saw lit a fire in the small furnace. There was only a little wood in the house, and I used that to cook. That shit went out hours ago, so he must have got some wood from outside. Only in Texas could you light fucking wood after a damn hurricane because it’s so damn hot outside. Even the floodwaters receded quickly. Only in Texas would we get such fucking bipolar ass weather.

“It feels nice in here.” I run my hands over my arms not knowing what to say, but my eyes take in the blanket by the furnace, and I can’t lie, I hold in the disappointment I feel.Is he about to get all nice and lovey-dovey on me? All Bruno Mars sex by the fire and shit? Ugh…

“Get down.” He points, and his gruff, no-nonsense attitude makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Okkkaayyy,” I sing, happily crawling and laying down.

“Tell me, where did you want it again?” he questions. I glance around and once I see the pools of black liquid and what looks to be the broken-down electric shaver that was in the bathroom and some other shit. My eyes widen in realization as my nipples harden and goosebumps spread over my skin.

“H-here,” I swallow, running my hands over my abdomen.

“And what do you want it to say?” he says nothing further as he picks up the makeshift tool, clicking it on, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest as I watch him dip it in the black ink.

“Saw’s Pussy,” I breathe out.

“Stay still.” He cuts his eyes up to me in a warning, but I don’t need it. I spread my legs happily, and when that needle hits my flesh, I grip the sheets.Unmarred and unmarked… the men I dated previously were so far removed from Saw…

They were clean cut, hardworking millionaires with more money than they knew what to do with, but my god they couldn’t fuck for shit. They were mama’s boys with daddy issues who would slang money around better than dick.

But I didn’t mind that… those type of men I met at work kept this thing inside of me in the shadows. But Saw? As I watch his big beefy, fully tattooed arms bulge and work while he expertly glides the hot needle over my stomach, I break out in a cold sweat.

It hurts so mother fucking good,both the needle and the coldness in his eyes.

I smack my salivating lips, knowing I look thirsty, but I honestly don’t give a fuck. I want him… I need him… I want to make this man mine by any means necessary.

“Daddy…”

“What, Birdie? I’m working.”

“It hurts.”

“So?”

“So… make it feel better,” I say just to say something… just to piss him off. It’s stupid as hell considering he’s tattooing my body, but I’m already down the gutter, why the fuck not go all the way to hell?

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