Page 57 of Bound To Me
And something in me began to light up again—my logic.I can’t do this again. I’m so fucking scared. I need to get back to Elliott. I need to get away from Michael.But the realization hit me like a cold wave:he won’t just let me walk away, wavinggoodbye with a smile on his face. What do I do?My mind raced as I fought to keep my panic at bay.I need to be smart about this. I have to find a way out without triggering his wrath.
“Daddy,” I cried. “I need you. Please. Do whatever you want to me.”
I hoped he would like that, and as he softly palmed my ass over the sore spots, I knew I was right.
“What I want right now, sweet Jackie, is for you to get on your knees like a good girl and obey Daddy. Now.”
I turned and slunk down to my knees, staring at his brown suede oxfords that pointed at me.
“Look at me,” he ordered sharply.
My eyes flicked up to his; his gray eyes suddenly didn’t make my heart drop to my pussy—they made my rage simmer deep in my chest.
He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free and I tried to ignore the aching need of my pussy. Instead, I gritted my teeth and waited for his next command. Then something flickered in his eyes. Did he know I was angry? Did he know what was going on in my mind? He began to stroke himself and bunched the hair behind my head with his fist.
“You know what I want to do, sweet Jackie? I want to tie you up, like the good old days,” he said with a sinister smile.
My head shook slightly. I can’t do this…I can’t do this…
“Don’t be afraid, sweet Jackie. Daddy will always take care of you.”
Then he grabbed me by the throat, squeezed tight, and began to laugh as I tried to pull his arm away, using all the fight I had left in me.Today is finally the day—he’s going to kill me. So fucking naive, Jackie. Scared, stupid, naive little Jackie.
The last of my frightened thoughts were clouded by darkness.
* * *
I woke up naked with rope around my wrists and ankles, my legs spread open for display. I couldn’t move my limbs even an inch. I realized a gag was in my mouth and that’s when I began to sob; my poor decisions led me to this, to Michael who was going to use me in every way he pleased. I even told him he could, as if my permission meant anything; he would do it anyway.
“Well good evening, sweet Jackie.” Michael’s voice was beside me; he was sitting still in the chair where he had first greeted me. “You look as beautiful as ever spread open for me, your body ready for whatever I care to do with it.”
He stood up and slowly walked to the end of the bed. He was only in his boxer briefs and even though his hard cock was outlined through the cotton, my fear overtook any desire I had left in my body for him.
I shook my head as a tear escaped my eye. Michael laughed. “Remember, baby? You don’t get to say no to me. You’re all mine.”
My chest shook as I sobbed. I was grieving the life I was going to lose by his hands. If he didn’t kill me now, he’d surely kill me soon.
“Oh, baby.” He chuckled mockingly. “Don’t cry. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
He removed his boxer briefs before he hopped on the bed above me and took his cock in his hand, stroking himself quickly. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my pussy.
“Mmmm, so fucking tasty, Jackie,” he murmured as he flicked my clit with his tongue, teasing me. “And so fucking wet.” He dug his tongue further into my pussy and used his other handto rub my clit; he knew how to make me come, and my pussy quickly spasmed with an orgasm as the tears continued to flow.
Michael chuckled as he sat up and began to stroke himself again. “You know what I’ve found to be best at cutting the skin?”
I watched with horror as he leaped off the bed and grabbed something from the dresser. I was certain my heart would stop as he held up a razor blade between his thumb and forefinger. My chest tightened as if the air had been sucked from the room as my eyes locked on the blade.
“No,” my muffled mouth tried to mutter, but it was futile—Michael quickly got on the bed again and straddled me, his full body weight sitting on my pelvic bone, his dark eyes eagerly scanning my body.
I shut my eyes tight as if that would stop anything he was about to do to me. My body trembled as I felt the razor blade slowly slice at the top of my breast; the sharp sting of the shallow cut paled in comparison to the overwhelming terror and the far worse fate that awaited.
“Fuck, sweet Jackie. Seeing you bleed for me is one of my favorite fucking things,” his deep voice hummed.
I was struck frozen when his lips pressed against the cut and his tongue outlined the wound. I jutted open my eyes as he smiled up at me, his lips mottled with my blood.
“If prison taught me anything, sweet Jackie, it’s that you take what you want before someone else does. My fucking deepest, darkest desires became clear when I had nothing but my mind to entertain me. And fuck, all the ways I wanted to hurt you, to fuck you, consumed my every thought.”
He’s fucking lost it even more. What the fuck is wrong with me? I could have been happy and laying in bed with Elliott at this very moment. Now I’m going to get tortured and it’s all my fucking fault.
