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Chapter 9

Free Range

BIRDIE

I feel like I’ve been beaten black and blue from the inside out. I don’t want to open my eyes… no, I just want to relish the feeling. Alive … my body feels alive.

The painful throbbing of my pussy as he’s still lodged deep inside of me after using me for hours… I close my eyes, tears welling in my eyes at this feeling I’ve longed for… the feeling that my exes broke up with me over because it was too extreme and they could never handle it.

The lack of control I feel in his big muscular arms that are still pinning me down even in his sleep. God… I bite my lip, goosebumps spreading over my body… I want more…

This fever dream… this delirium, this fucked up nightmare… God, please don’t take it away .

I try to move to feel him inside of me some more, but I feel him go still behind me, waking up, immediately grasping my waist and slamming me back into place.

“Ughhhhnnnnn!” I cry out as he grips my breast in his hands.

“Who told you to leave?” Jesus… my nipples grow hard, and I try to find the words… he must have thought I was trying to get up…

“I… need to pee…” I lie, and he snorts behind me like he could care less, placing his hand on my pussy, playing with my clit, rubbing it with his calloused hand.

“Hold it. I’m not done,” he speaks groggily and my heart thumps.

“I can’t,” I voice with an attitude even though I know I shouldn’t… but… he kisses his teeth, annoyed, and shoves three fingers up my pussy, stretching me to my limit with his dick already lodged inside of me, still using his thumb to play with my clit.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Birdie.” Uuugggnnnnnn! I cum on his hands, and he sits up. “Did you just piss on me?” He stares at me, and I blink, shocked, and embarrassed as I look down.

“N-… no it… I j-just came…” I stammer as he throws the sheet back to reveal a huge clear creamy puddle between us. He raises a brow, takes his hand, and runs it over the puddle, bringing it up to his nose. OH MY GOD!

“Damn, Birdie…” he pauses and licks his hands. “Even your piss smells good.” My mouth drops open as he smirks teasingly.

“I… I DIDN’T PEE!”

“Oh yeah?” He snatches me off his dick, forcing a whimper to escape me as he sets me above his face, pussy just above his mouth. “Well, here’s your chance to go.” He runs his tongue over my inflamed pussy hole, and I sigh at the relief, but go still…

“NO!”

“Tsk tsk, tsk… you’re missing an opportunity Birdie…” His cool tongue glides over my hot aching clit, sending shivers down my spine and cum splattering on his chin which he licks up.

“I… I won’t,” I stammer, shaking my head.

“Fine,” he smirks, and I melt as he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. For a second, I’m surprised by his kindness, until he turns me around, wraps one massive arm around my waist, and slowly… almost excruciatingly slowly, he glides his dick in my pussy from behind.

My pussy is so tender from his girth and length that my body vibrates from the pain of him just entering me…

“Go on Birdie…” He thumbs my hardened clit, pinching it hard.

“NO!” I cry and he chuckles behind me.

“Let that shit out,” he grunts, fucking me slowly, running his hand over my clit, grinding my insides.

“I… can’t,” I swallow desperately, trying to hold back, but… he swats at my pussy hard. The sting of his hand is just as mouthwateringly good as the first time he abused my shit, making my clit throb and my back arch.

“Who the fuck you think you’re telling you can’t?” he questions as he palms my right titty hard, but he might as well be laying a leather strap to my clit with how much it stings so good. “Let it out, Birdie,” he growls, and I know Daddy’s at his wit’s end as his dick swells inside me and my pussy clamps down on him.

“Ugnnnn, I… I c-can’t hold iiiiittttt,” I whine as he bites the back of my neck hard as fuck and even though I don’t want to, my clit hardens, pulsing like it got its own heartbeat as a warm gush of pee trickles down on his hand and our legs while he continuously plays with my clit while I pee. He grunts, stumbling and cumming deep in me, pulsing hard.

“Fuck!” He sucks the back of my neck, still playing with my pussy as if trying to make more come out.

“I… I’m done, Daddy…” I relax, mind blank as he leans over, turning on the shower on and stepping inside. Only then does he pull me off his dick and I feel him roughly push me over. I trip, quickly catching myself with my hands on the tile wall as he goes to his knees spreads my ass cheeks and pussy. On God, this nigga inhales my pussy, and my knees go weak, but he holds me up, smacking my ass.

“Don’t interrupt,” he grunts, and I do my best not to interrupt his meal, but Goooooddd it feels so good.

By the time he’s done, the water is running cold, but I welcome it. The cold water is a nice reprieve to the fire raging inside me, though it does nothing to stop the inferno he’s started.

I clean myself as best as I can on shaky legs, but as I go to step out, he whistles, catching my attention.

“O-oh… can I get out?” I ask timidly. He raises a brow, muscles bulging, and I can see this man missed no time in the gym while in prison… Good Lord, he might as well be a brick.

“So, you expect me to wash myself?” He cocks his head to the side and I blink, pleasure flooding me. Immediately, I correct my ways and take the towel in my hands with the soap, running it over his body, washing him better than I did myself just so I can touch him more.

If I could, I’d run my tongue over his chest, but I can’t. After he rinses off, he dismisses me and I leave the shower, but I stay in the bathroom, not wanting Daddy to think I’m going to run away again.

I use the time to search around and find us both some cheap, but unused and individually wrapped toothbrushes. God… I don’t know if this place is a hide out or a BnB, but it’s got everything so I’m just going to be grateful.

By the time I’ve fixed my hair like he likes it and washed my face, I’m just standing there watching him.

“Uhm…” I voice and he cuts his eyes to me. “C-can I go f-find us something t-to eat?” I ask and he raises a brow, smirking.

“No, stay there. You probably can’t cook anyway, con?—”

“I can cook!” I stomp my foot, curling my lip.

“You consider expired cereal and water cooking?” he smirks, snorting, running water over his head, looking like a sinister but beautiful marble statue. His words sting, but it’s not like he’s wrong to ask.

“I wasn’t trying to cook then…”

“Then what were you trying to do?”

“Kill you?” I answer honestly and he throws his head back laughing.

“If that’s the case, then why the fuck would I let you touch a mother fucking thing I have to put in my mouth besides that pussy?” He shuts off the water, stepping out, not even bothering to dry off. No, this big ass mother fucker just stalks over to me, dripping water on me.

“B-because…” I tell him lamely, not moving even though I’m scared.

“Because what?” he looks me over and I swallow, trying to keep myself from shaking in front of him. I know how big he is… I’ve felt him on top of me and inside of me… but this is the first time I’m truly feeling how small I am in comparison. His shoulders eclipse mine easily.

His arms are so big I wonder how I wasn’t crushed anytime he grasped me. His dick… I squeeze my bruised thighs together, holding in a wanton sigh. I don’t want him to see how scared I am no matter how much I feel it.

“B-be-because… because I… because I decided that I’m yours. Th-that’s why.” I fist my hands, staring the beast in his cold eyes. He looks me over and I see the corner of his mouth tick up slightly in a smile before backing off.

“Birdie… I’ll kill you if you run away this time…” he trails off and swipes the towel I folded neatly on the back of the toilet, throwing it over his shoulders. I allow my eyes to take in the power behind his words as he stands before me.

“I know,” I tell him with a nod.

He says nothing else. He simply nods his head in the direction of the bathroom door, and I leave, listening to the floorboards creak under his massive weight as I make my way to the living room. Even though I want to go put on clothes, I don’t even bother risking pissing him off since he didn’t give me permission.

When I get to the living room, I’m prepared to start cleaning since I know he left a mess, though I’m actually surprised it’s not as bad as I thought…

“What the…”

“What? Did you assume I was some nasty mother fucker who can’t clean?” I jump, not expecting him to say anything. I glance back to see he’s watching me with one foot out the door as if he’s expecting to run after me with the knife in his hand. Where the hell did he even grab that from? But fuck all that cause he’s for sure holding on to that mother fucker like he’s ready to use it… why that turns me on, I have no idea.

I can only compare that to why silly people go skydiving or on hot air balloons or rollercoasters… it’s the thrill of knowing your life is in danger. I smile and he glares at me with the toothbrush in his mouth and the towel wrapped around his waist.

“No, I was just expecting to service you more than in the bed, Daddy. That’s all,” I tease and he goes still, looking me over with a scowl.

“Birdie… you want me to fuck you stupid, huh?” he growls, and my nipples harden.

“Yes please…” I moan. Cum leaks down my legs as if on command, and I watch his eyes darken as he grips the knife tighter. Mmmm.

“Breakfast,” he growls, slamming the door, and I deflate. Did I do something wrong? Oh well! I skip over to the kitchen, twirling, picking up the things Daddy left lying around, and getting to cooking. I’ll make him something delicious so that he’ll never question my cooking again!