Then
I was starting to get more bold. I would purposely hang around Battery Park, waiting for a glimpse of Michael and his mystery blonde. I would go all the way up to the East Village from Park Slope just to watch Michael walk to the bodega down the street. And he knew I was still following and watching him; he would constantly make eye contact with me and stare at me as he held blondie’s hand. He knew it would hurt me so he continued his affection with her. I wondered if she was also his submissive. Didn’t he not have romantic relationships with anyone? Or was that just with his submissives? Did those two ever intertwine?
I wasn’t sleeping when Michael called me at 2 a.m. one morning. I sat on my bed in the dark, trying to hack into his email to see if I could get any information about blondie that way.
“M—Michael?” I answered, confused.
His tone was instantly harsh. “Why are you trying to get into my email?”
I began to sob immediately. “Because I love you. And I miss you,” I cried.
He sighed heavily. “My sweet Jackie. Don’t cry.”
I stopped crying and my heart dropped to the floor. “I’m still your sweet Jackie?”
He laughed to himself. “Of course you are. Isn’t my name scarred into your skin?” He made it sound like that was something romantic.
I looked down at his name on my leg. “But…” I wasn’t sure how to go on.
“Is your pussy wet for Daddy?” His voice was low and he almost sounded drunk. That didn’t stop my heart from beating wildly in my chest as my pussy throbbed with need. Daddy .
“Always, Daddy,” I breathed into the phone.
There was a sound on his end that seemed like he had just closed a car door.
“Go to your front door. Close the door behind you and get on your knees.”
My lips parted, unsure of what was going on. Is he here?
“Do you understand?” He sounded angry.
“Y—yes, Daddy.”
He hung up.
I jumped up, bolted out of my room and headed straight to the front door. Am I getting him back? Will I be his again? I closed the door behind my back and got to my knees. I thought my heart might fly out of my chest as I waited. And then I saw his familiar figure walk up the stairs.
“Eyes on the ground.” His voice was as cold and harsh as ever.
My eyes went to the floor in front of me. It was clear by the smell of alcohol on him that he was not sober.
“Stand up and face the wall. Do not look at me.”
My legs quivered as I stood, my gaze fixed on the wall. My hands shook uncontrollably as I pressed them to the sides of my trembling thighs.
Michael abruptly pulled my pajama shorts and underwear down and then locked my hands behind my back with his grip. I could hear him pull his zipper down before he quickly thrust himself into me. A surprised gasp escaped my mouth as he pounded me against the wall. He took his free hand and covered my mouth, then whispered in my ear.
“Be quiet, sweet Jackie. Let Daddy come in you like a good girl.”
My body melted with his praise as he continued, his pumps quickening.
It only took a minute for him to groan into my neck and I realized he was coming. I wasn’t even upset that he didn’t let me come—I was just happy that he fucked me.
He didn’t stay inside me for long. He pulled out and quickly zipped his pants back up, but he still held my wrists behind my back. He lifted my shorts up and then put his mouth softly against my ear.
“Don’t you dare think this means anything.” His tone was angry again, a familiar edge creeping into his voice. “I just needed to come and you were the easiest fuck. Now go back to bed and keep my cum inside of you.”
He released his grip and I turned to face him. The side of my head and my body suddenly pounded against the wall with his force as he pressed his body against mine.
“You are not to look at me. Go inside. Now.”
He released me and I began to quietly cry. I put my hand on the doorknob and paused; he was still there.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered to the door.
“Shut the fuck up and go inside, Jackie.”
My heart dropped and felt like it was torn apart as I opened the door and shut it behind me. I put my ear to the door and heard his footsteps gradually disappear as he went down the stairs. I slowly walked back to my room, his cum dripping down my leg, and went to sleep.