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“Redo it.”

Uugggghhhhh I hate himmmm!

I storm off to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, scowling, or at least that’s what I expect to see… some tears, anger, frustration… but my eyes are dry, and I flinch when I notice I’m smiling.What the fuck is wrong with me?

I rub my face, trying to wipe the smile off and bite my lip as goosebumps rise on my skin. Something is wrong with me…I… fuck, something is wrong with me…

Chapter 8

Clipped Wings

BIRDIE

Iglance out the window and see the light barely peeking from over the tree, but it’s still dark as fuck, and down-pouring outside. My arms feel like bricks, and my fingers feel numb. I look in the mirror at the two puff balls and white scrunchies while I tremble, swooping my baby hairs.Please… God… please…

On legs that don’t even feel like mine, I walk into the living room, and he cuts his eyes to me, taking me in and, for the first time, not immediately sending me back. I shift, uncomfortable on my feet, waiting for him to say something… anything…does he like it… or…?

I can’t even finish my thought because he stands, coming over to me, and my heart seizes in my chest as his eyes roam over me. My nipples harden and my stomach trembles. I fiddle with my puffs, chewing my lip as his eyes land on mine. I glance away, heart leaping in my chest out of fear.

But that fear is overran by heart-stopping terror when he snatches me up without a fucking warning and drags me over to the couch he’d been casually having a beer on, forcing me down onto my knees.

“Hey! What—” He takes his hand and forces my head onto the couch. I feel him tether to me to the couch with the long ass rope I’d ignored like a dummy earlier, tying it to my wrists. I try to fight him back, but it’s futile. He’s massive, all muscle, and no matter what I do, he’s not letting his guard down with me again... Ijust fucking know it.

He tightly and effortlessly ties me to the couch, making sure my legs are spread apart and baring my pussy like yesterday. However, unlike yesterday, I can’t move. I can only shake and tremble, naked, cold, tired, hungry and sore. I try to look around, but he comes up from behind me and my body goes still.

“W-wait… wait! Don’t, please!” I try to yank away, but I’m tied too tight. “Please!” I beg as he chuckles mockingly in my ear.

“I fucking warned you, Birdie… I. Fucking. Warned. You,” he growls. “I wanted to go easy on you, but you try to run away from your Owner?” he clicks his tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I tremble. “I... I’m so s-sorry, please don’t…” I try to beg some reason or mercy out of him, but he only laughs coldly.

“Rule number three, Birdie. Daddy’s word is law,” he grits out and I feel him rub my ass.

“Wh… wha-what are you do—” His hand connects with my ass like a paddle, sending chills down my spine. The way he has me tied, he also painfully connects with my pussy. “AHHHHH STTOOOOPPPP!”

“So if I fucking say no clothes, then I…”

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“Mean.”

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“No.”

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“Clothes!”

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“I fucking say…”

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“Don’t cross the line.”

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