Then
I started to make excuses for not being able to see Michael. I didn’t know if he believed them or not. I was starting to realize that he didn’t love me the way I loved him. Even in my deranged love for him, I knew I was being treated poorly. Fuck, worse than poorly—he was abusing me. I could only give so much; I gave him my heart, my body, my dignity. And he was right: I didn’t know anything about him. I started questioning why I loved him so much. I started questioning why he even wanted me around. He continued to pay for the things I needed like rent and food, but I wondered if he did those things because he cared about me or because he just wanted me to rely on him.
I had planned on breaking things off when I went to his apartment, thinking it would be the last time I ever saw him. It was killing me, but I needed to leave before things got worse. When we first started our relationship, he told me I would always have the option to leave. Was that still true?
He answered the door with a smile on his face; I thought it was odd—he never greeted me that way. “There you are, my sweet girl.”
He took my hand and pulled me inside, and I realized he had been drinking; I could smell it on him.
He sat on the couch and outstretched his hand to me. “Sweet Jackie, come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
If I do that, I will never be able to break things off .
“Actually, Daddy—Michael.” I stood there feebly as my hands trembled.
I could already see the anger blazing in his eyes.
“I don’t…” I looked to the ground. “I don’t think we can see each other anymore.”
I finally looked up at him when he didn’t respond. His jaw was clenching, and he stared at the floor in front of my feet.
“Please. Don’t leave. Stay with me tonight. I will take care of you.”
I was startled by his gentle tone. He looked up at me with soft, caring eyes—something I had never seen from him before.
My heart ached. This was exactly what I wanted; I wanted him to show me that he cared.
“Really?” Tears pooled in my eyes.
He outstretched his hand to me again. “Yes, baby. Come.”
I slowly walked to him and grabbed his hand; he was so warm and gentle. He smiled and patted on his lap. I carefully sat down on him and instantly felt the erection under my thighs. I was already wet; it was a guarantee whenever he touched me. He pulled my waist and positioned me directly on top of his hard cock with my back to his chest.
He had one arm held around my waist while his other hand crept up my shirt. I knew he could feel the banging in my chest as he pushed his hand under my bra and began to tease my nipple.
“Daddy could never let you leave, baby,” he said quietly into my ear, his warm breath sent tingles throughout my body.
I closed my eyes, already hypnotized by his touch. He had never touched me so sensually, so carefully before.
“Why do you want to leave, hm?” he went on, moving to my other breast.
“I…I want you to love me,” I whispered, the tears already trailing down my cheeks.
He chuckled softly. “Oh baby, Daddy does love you. Don’t you know that?” He pressed his lips to my neck.
I let out an involuntary moan.
“I love you, Daddy,” I breathed, starting to grind my hips against his erection.
His hand quickly grazed up my chest, then closed tightly around my neck. He began to squeeze as he locked both of my arms behind my back, rendering me defenseless. I tried to kick my feet against the floor but he was too strong. I’m going to die. He’s finally going to kill me .
“ don’t you ever try to leave me again. If you do, I will kill you, Jackie,” he snarled into my ear, finally releasing his grip on my neck and leaving me gasping for air.
I began to cry as he continued to hold my arms behind my back.
“Get on your knees. You need to be punished for trying to leave.” He pushed me away and I fell to the floor, still catching my breath.
I cried on all fours, leaving my head hanging. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Why did I think I could leave? Does he actually love me or did he just need to hear that I still loved him?
There was suddenly a sharp blow to my ass.
“Your knees, Jackie. Don’t make me say it again!” he yelled.
I quickly got to my knees as I faced him, too scared to look him in the eye. I was even too scared to continue to cry. He was already pulling down his jeans as I stared down at the floor, waiting for whatever he was going to do to me.
“First, you’re going to suck my cock until I come all over you. I’m going to make sure no man could ever want you again.” He pulled his cock out and I started to cry again. “You’re all mine, Jackie. And I will make sure you never forget it.”