9
Ethan
S tanding in my dimly lit bedroom, I watch Lark sleep soundly on my bed. A surge of conflicting emotions courses through me. Anger, obsession, desirethey all swirl together in a chaotic whirlwind inside my mind.
She tried to leave me tonight, to escape my grasp, but I couldnt let her go. She can never leave.
The taste of her sweet cunt still lingers on my tongue, a reminder of her submission. I smile as I remember how sweetly insecure she was. Fuck, shes walked around thinking she was bad at sex, but I know shes anything but. Shes so responsive, so willing, and totally mine. Thats why I had to tell the bartender to slip something into her drink, which he did without questions. Perks of being the owner, I guess. Its her own fault.
If she hadnt mentioned it being a one-night stand, I wouldnt have drugged her. I would have taken her home and then snuck into her bedroom when she was asleep. But no, my Little Bird had to make things difficult. My dick lengthens and hardens at the thought of Lark waking up and fighting me. I almost hope it happens.
I rush to her side as brows pull together in a frown and she whimpers. No, dad. No. No more. I need
Stroking her long, blonde hair thats spread across my pillows, I ask, What do you need, Little Bird?
Freedom, she breathes, piquing my interest.
So my Little Bird is longing to spread her wings and fly, soar away from the shackle holding her in place; her dad. Ask and you shall receive, I say softly before placing a kiss on her forehead.
I pull my phone out and shoot a message off to Abel.
Me: Whats the process of getting rid of Larks dad?
Abel: There are a few options. But the least messy one is to mixup his dosage and let nature do its work.
Me: How long will it take?
Abel: A few days at most. If I do it now, shell see a change already in the morning.
I hesitate for a moment, my thumb hovering about my phones keyboard. Should I give her one more day with her dad before giving Abel the go ahead? No, my Little Bird wants her freedom.
Me: Do it.
I lie down next to her, and the moment our bodies touch, she stops whimpering and exhales slowly. Its as if she knows what I just did and is at peace with it. Either that, or its my presence that brings her comfort.
As I continue to watch her sleeping form, a sense of possessiveness washes over me. Shes mine, and Ill make sure she never forgets it. Its time to show her who I am, and get her ready to meet the me shes created just by existing.
Im practically vibrating with excitement as I undress her. Its hard not to get distracted by her deliciously naked body, but I manage. Once shes completely naked, I roll off the bed and retrieve the handcuffs from the nightstand. Gently, almost tenderly, I secure her wrists to the bed frame, ensuring she cant escape me even in her dreams.
She stirs slightly as I fasten the restraints, but she remains blissfully unaware of the chains that now bind her to me. Theres only one thing left to do; I want Lark to see the real me. Leaving her, I dart into my office and retrieve my mask. Then I undress and with a mixture of satisfaction and desperation, I climb back into bed beside her, longing to feel her warmth against my skin.
As I lie there in the darkness, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, I know that Ill do whatever it takes to make her mine forever. She may resist, she may fight, but in the end, shell realize that she belongs to me, body and soul.
And Ill never let her go.