Page 159 of Leave Me Broken

I would lick it off, but I think she would have a heart attack, so I stand and move to the sink to let her finish cleaning up. She joins me after flushing. I look to her in the mirror but she’s avoiding my eyes, her cheeks are bright red, so I know she can feel me watching her.

“Jailbird.”

She moves to dry her hands, not realizing I am holding the towel she needs. “Can I have that, please?”

“Sure”—I hold it out but don’t let go when she grabs for it—“if you look at me.”

Slowly her green irises lift. “What?”

I hate seeing her chin wobble the way it is. I cup the side of her face. “Why did that embarrass you so much?”

“Did you not see how much blood was on your hand?”

“I did.”

“I’ve had to change my tampon four times in the last two hours, Ash. It’s like a murder scene and you dug around in it.”

She’s so fucking cute. “It’s just blood, Jailbird.”

“Still, I didn’t like that.”

“Okay, I won’t do it again.” I curl my hand around her and pull her flush with my body. “But do not tell me I can’t touch your body again, or it won’t be my fingers that slip into your bloody cunt.”

She shivers in my arms and bites down on her lip, and I know she likes my threat. “You can’t threaten to rape me in my grandpa’s bathroom, Ashley.”

I’ve had enough of her thinking she gets to tell me what I can and cannot do. I’ve had enough of everyone telling me what I can and cannot do. Mostly cannot. I grip her arms, lifting her onto the sink and pull her close so she can feel my dick through my jeans against her cunt. She whimpers as I lean forward and kiss her soft cheek over to her ear. “I won’t just threaten, Princess. Keep pushing me away, and I’ll take your mouth, cunt, and ass right now, and I don’t give a fuck who hears.”

I kiss down her throat before dropping to my knees. Pulling her clamped thighs apart, I let her think I’m going to eat her pussy, and I would if she would let me but right now, I’m more focused on the lesson I’m trying to teach her than actual pleasure right now.

“Please, don’t.”

Her telling me to stop shouldn’t make me so fucking hard. I lift her shirt until I can see what I’m down here to see. I hold her eyes as I lean forward. I press my lips against the mostly healed scar. “What’s this say?”

Her hand sinks into my hair and her head falls back against the medicine cabinet mirror.

But she doesn’t answer. I open my mouth and let my teeth scrape over the area. She wiggles with discomfort.

“What’s it say, Jailbird?” My voice is like gravel and my balls are heavy with need for my girl.

“It says Ash,” she nearly cries.

I smile against her soft stomach. “That’s right, Ash. Me. Meaning, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, and wherever I want—to your body. Do you understand me?”

She digs her short nails into my scalp and whispers, “Yes, Daddy. Anything you want.”

There’s my girl. Reluctantly I move to my feet, I need to stop dropping to my knees because getting up is a bitch. I thread my hands into her frizzy hair and tip her pretty face up to mine. Her chest rises and falls at a rapid speed.

She looks at my lips, then licks hers. “I’ve missed you.”

My eyes fall closed, and I drop my forehead to hers. “Me too, babygirl. Me too.”

Payson

I haven’t had a nightmare in a long time. That’s the only explanation for how badly this one is affecting me. I hug my knees and force my eyes to stay open so I see that I’m in my room at Grandpa’s and not in a basement chained to a pole like I was in my dream. I didn’t see who put me in the basement, but I know the feeling in my stomach and who comes along with that particular feeling.

Grabbing my phone, I skip over the good night message Ash sent me and press the call button. It rings four times before I hear his sleepy voice.

“Jailbird? Whats wrong?”

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