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“O-oh God, m-my favorite!” she whines and squeezes my dick tight, and at that moment, I plow into her, trying to split her in half. Her nails rake down my back, drawing blood, eliciting a grunt of pleasure while my dick pulses in her tight, warm cunt.

“For every minute you spend with him I’ll make it a day’s worth of pussy spanking, forbidding you from cumming…” I pull out, and her eyes go wide.

“Wait! No, I—” I slam into her, forcing that pussy rain down on my dick and her to scream.

“Then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t know your name.”

“YESSSSS!” she shakes her toes curling “B-but Sh?—”

“Don’t worry about him. I got that handled.” I fuck her hard, pounding in her with no abandon, grunting, letting the water smack and splash everywhere.

“UUGGGNNNNNNN AAAAAHHHHHHH UGHHHHHHHH!” she moans, driving me to fuck her harder than I ever did in the cabin. “YESSSSSS PUNISH THIS PUSSY DADDYYYYY!!!” she wails like the masochist cum dump I raised her to be, taking this dick with no bars held.

“FUCK! THAT'S IT BIRDIE... LOSE CONTROL! TAKE WHAT YOU WANT! DON'T THINK, JUST FEEL ME DESTROY YOU! I’M SO PROUD OF HOW MY LITTLE CUM SLUT TAKES ME!” I smash into her, slurping her nipple into my mouth, missing how tight this pussy gripped me as I drink the milk leaking from her tits, causing her pussy to lock down on my dick, forcing even my knees to buckle for a second from how tight this pussy is.

“FUCK YES DADDDDYYYY! I LOVE YOU!” she screams at the top of her lungs, and it’s like the words echo in a dark, empty place that’s been void for as long as I have lived when I cum deep within her pussy, growling, panting, stamping my claim.

“MINE!” I pull her to me in a kiss and that has the both of us going still, shocked as we stare at each other. This is not the kind of kiss Birdie and I exchange.

This is the kind of kiss that’s meant for mother fuckers who go on honeymoons and make love… this is the kind of kiss that one would easily call passionate…it’s not my type of kiss.But as our lips connect, my heart beats faster and a look of vulnerability glosses over her eyes, causing her insides to tremble, I can’t help but deepen it.

“Mine,” I whisper again along her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and happiness floods her eyes.

“Yours… all yours, Daddy” she sobs, tears spilling from her eyes, as I hold her tight.

“Fucking right. Say it, Birdie. Who do you belong to?” I growl.

“You Daddy… only you! I’m Daddy’s little cum slut forever and always!” she pants, cumming. “That’s all I want… this is enough for me. You’re here. That’s all I need. That’s all I want, and all I prayed for. I need nothing else,” she sobs, holding me tight, making my dick hard.Fuck… Birdie… my fucking Birdie…

“Again, Birdie!” I take her waist, smashing into her.

“I’m Daddy’s little cum slut!”

“Fuck!” I plow deep into her, closing my eyes feeling at home. I have never fucking loved… not since my parents died. I wanted to die in that prison. I was content rotting there for the rest of my life… but you… changed that. I wanted you, and wanting something meant living and confronting shit I thought I stopped caring about… I don’t know what love is, but if I had to describe this twisted shit, its name would be Birdie. She made me want to live.

“Say it again, Birdie. Who do you belong to?”

“Saw… I belong to Saw…” she pants and I place my head on hers.

“I love you,” I whisper and she goes still.

“Wh…”

“I love you, Birdie.”

“Wa-wait Saw… I—” I grasp her face hard, forcing her to look at me.

“I love you, Birdie, but you are my bitch, my cum dump, my slut. I love you, but you open this pussy up for me when I tell you to. I love you, but I’m still going to punish this pussy when we get home. I love you, Birdie, but ain’t shit changed with me. I’m not going to miraculously change into some sweet, kind-natured mother fucker who buys flowers. I want to choke you. Tie you up, torture that pussy. I want to see those tears… but…” I frown. “I love you. I can’t promise you a picket fence or sweet romance bu?—”

“I don’t want it!” she interrupts. “Saw, I don’t want that…” she blinks back tears. “Flowers die, picket fences are boring, and sweet romance is for a different kind of woman. I. Don’t. Want. It. What I want is whatever you have to offer. That is enough for me.” She holds me tight, clinging to me like I’ll leave her side again, and I chuckle.

“Okay Birdie… I’ll pretend like you have a choice,” I laugh and kiss the top of her head because she was going to accept me regardless.

“B-but I… I l-love you too, Saw.”

“Lux… Saw is dead…” Her eyes widen, and she nods without hesitation, just as I trained my caged little Birdie.

“R-rule n-number two… Obedience without question. I… I love y-you too, L-Lux.”

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