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Chapter 10

Branding Birdie

BIRDIE

W hile I lay on the velvet sofa and hum with the thin sheet wrapped around my body, I can’t help but peek outside every now and again at Saw. What the hell is he doing? He’s been out there for hours now that the flood water has receded.

I honestly feel a bit paranoid… like maybe he’s going to run off on me or something. I swallow, heart aching at the thought, and sit back shaking my head, but the thought remains. He said I did good earlier, but he was weird after… did he not like it?

I groan, pussy still sore from how hard he fucked me and the amount of cum dripping from me makes me smile. I run my fingers over my sore, reddish pussy lips, holding a moan thinking about how tightly my pussy wrapped around him when I was in the water.

It was the closest thing to the agonizing pain when I lost my virginity. It felt so fucking good. I want it again. I wish I could go back, change my past, and make it so I lose my virginity with Daddy. I know he’d ram into me straight, no chaser, and probably eat my pussy after, not caring about the little blood there… Fuck… I shudder, reimagining it, even though that was years ago.

I was young, dumb, and nowhere near as full of cum I truly desired to be, but I know if I was with Daddy and I knew myself like I do now… ba-by… the fucking fucking we would have been doing. Fucking and fighting. Gughnnn…

I stuff four fingers in my pussy, grinding, but they aren’t nearly as big as Daddy… I want more… I wan— I insert my thumb too, and my mind shoots off at the pain. Yes, Daddy! I close my eyes thinking about Saw at twenty-one getting his hands on an innocent eighteen-year-old me and ramming that fat ass dick in me. Yesss!

I move my fist in and out of me as fast as I can so he can’t see me. I know I’ll get in trouble, but I need this… I need this… I need this… I want Saw to brutalize me so bad at that age that I can’t stop…

I picture him biting my neck and choking me. I know I’d scream and maybe think I don’t like it since I’m not used to it, but the way his dick would burn, sending ripples and shock waves to my clit would win me over quickly.

I know I’d cum so hard my pussy juices would flow to my ass and he’d take that too… all three holes would be stamped with his seal of approval and he’d tie me up and fuck me every day, only letting me go to cook and clean for him.

He’d pat my head and call me his good slut and maybe… on special occasions let his friends use me… like on my birthday. The way he watches… ugnnnn! I lock down on my hand, shaking, cumming and biting down hard so as not to disturb Daddy, who’s working outside. I blink back tears as I play with his cum inside of me, mourning what could have been the best years of my life. But no, I was busy working, getting a degree, and running errands for my family.

Saw would have been so selfish with me, he wouldn’t even let my family get to me… I sob for the me that could have had the perfect life.

But still I’m glad I found him now. Being used has been better than I even dreamed. Seeing a man lose control because he can’t get enough of you is tea! I think every woman should experience it at least once… or all the time if they’re like me…

I shudder, thinking about Saw’s grunts as he took me in my fantasy and in really life. He’s perfect … I want more… I don’t want this to end…

What do I need to do to make it so this never ends? I sit up and peek out the window again to see Saw burning something, and my eyes travel to my car. I know how to tinker with a car… what if I just put him in my trunk again and take him home? I have my passport, but how would I get him out of the country? Hell, does he have family?

The questions make me tap my foot in the water, causing a ripple as I count the money in my savings and think about ways I can quit the bank and start freelancing to make money while still playing with my pussy.

Hmmm…

I hear the door bang open and shut in the living room as the familiar sound of Saw’s boots scrape heavily against the floor. I close my eyes in thought.

“Birdie.” I jump up, blinking, noticing the sun has gone down. Shit…

“I… I’ll get up and get dinner…” I try to get up and nearly die when I see my hand is still buried in my pussy. A squeal clogs in my throat as he raises a brow, smirking.

“The fuck were you doing over here?! Trying to kill yourself before I can?” he scowls and I want to giggle, but I hold it in.

“N… no I just… Uhm…” I try to find the words to explain but nothing comes to mind. “S-sorry…”

He snorts, bending down, pulling my now embarrassingly shriveled hand from my pussy and I cream when he licks them.

“I’ll fuck you if you do it next time and don’t warn me so I can watch.” Should I tell him next time? I think I’d much rather him fuck me up, but… I nod, cumming a little as he cleans my mess and gives me permission to go wash my hands.

Quickly, I dry off and check myself in the mirror before leaving the cold bathroom, wishing I had some clothes to put on, but I know Saw won’t let me and I’m happy about his easy access, so I can’t complain so much. When I step out, I expect it to be cold, but my brows shoot up when I see that it’s actually warm and toasty.

I go into the living room and see Saw lit a fire in the small furnace. There was only a little wood in the house, and I used that to cook. That shit went out hours ago, so he must have got some wood from outside. Only in Texas could you light fucking wood after a damn hurricane because it’s so damn hot outside. Even the floodwaters receded quickly. Only in Texas would we get such fucking bipolar ass weather.

“It feels nice in here.” I run my hands over my arms not knowing what to say, but my eyes take in the blanket by the furnace, and I can’t lie, I hold in the disappointment I feel. Is he about to get all nice and lovey-dovey on me? All Bruno Mars sex by the fire and shit? Ugh…

“Get down.” He points, and his gruff, no-nonsense attitude makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Okkkaayyy,” I sing, happily crawling and laying down.

“Tell me, where did you want it again?” he questions. I glance around and once I see the pools of black liquid and what looks to be the broken-down electric shaver that was in the bathroom and some other shit. My eyes widen in realization as my nipples harden and goosebumps spread over my skin.

“H-here,” I swallow, running my hands over my abdomen.

“And what do you want it to say?” he says nothing further as he picks up the makeshift tool, clicking it on, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest as I watch him dip it in the black ink.

“Saw’s Pussy,” I breathe out.

“Stay still.” He cuts his eyes up to me in a warning, but I don’t need it. I spread my legs happily, and when that needle hits my flesh, I grip the sheets. Unmarred and unmarked… the men I dated previously were so far removed from Saw…

They were clean cut, hardworking millionaires with more money than they knew what to do with, but my god they couldn’t fuck for shit. They were mama’s boys with daddy issues who would slang money around better than dick.

But I didn’t mind that… those type of men I met at work kept this thing inside of me in the shadows. But Saw? As I watch his big beefy, fully tattooed arms bulge and work while he expertly glides the hot needle over my stomach, I break out in a cold sweat.

It hurts so mother fucking good, both the needle and the coldness in his eyes.

I smack my salivating lips, knowing I look thirsty, but I honestly don’t give a fuck. I want him… I need him… I want to make this man mine by any means necessary.

“Daddy…”

“What, Birdie? I’m working.”

“It hurts.”

“So?”

“So… make it feel better,” I say just to say something… just to piss him off. It’s stupid as hell considering he’s tattooing my body, but I’m already down the gutter, why the fuck not go all the way to hell?

“You’re purposely trying to piss me off huh?” He grits his teeth, and I smile innocently even though he clocked my shit immediately.

“No… it really does hurt,” I pout. “See?” I point down to my pussy, still leaking cum no matter how much I bathe.

“So… what the fuck you want me to do about that?” He cocks his head to the side, and I shudder at how mean this mother fucker looks… just fine as fuck and mean looking.

“Make it hurt more.” I half expect him to roll his eyes and go back to tattooing, but he takes my leg and yanks a bitch down roughly, stuffing his hand into my pussy. I arch my back, and he grabs my throat, yanking me up and attaching his lips to my nipple, biting down.

“Since you want to whine about shit hurting hold it in…”

“YES DADDYY!” I grind on his fingers delirious. How can I ever go back to living such a boring and mundane life after this? How can I let this big ass mean mother fucker who fucks like he ain’t ever had pussy in his life slip between my fingers? Fuck security… fuck a fifty-fifty and being taken care of. I have my own money. I can protect and provide for my mother fucking self. But can you fuck me stupid?

Can you make me want to submit with a look… can you choke the fuck out of me without feeling guilty and remorseful? Can you pump me full of cum and make me say thank you after? My priorities are different to most women… I see that now… I see that no matter what I will never be normal… and just now as I throw my head back and as Daddy slams me onto the ground spreading my legs panting like a bear… I see I’m okay with that.

I will find a way to make it so this never ends… I will find a way so he and I can be together forever.

“Dadddddyyyy,” I whine, cumming while panting, so fucking smitten right now. This nigga OWNS me… from the rootie to the fucking tootie! I feel alive in his arms. I feel everything with him.

“You sure ain’t acting like it hurt no more,” he grumbles, smirking.

“That’s because I want to hurt some more.” I lick my lips, watching the fire dancing across his eyes… the way his muscles flex as if he wants to grasp and choke the fuck outta me…

“Lay the fuck down, Birdie. Or you won’t be getting dick tonight.”

I lay down, place my hands at my side, and let him finish, not saying a word when I notice he digs the needle deeper and harder on my sensitive areas on purpose. The amount of times my pussy wept, dribbled and creamed as he dragged the needle for what felt like a delicious fever dream of an eternity. I can’t tell you how many times I came.

“Get up,” he demands and my heart does funny things when he holds his hand out and hoists me up, setting me down before he walks off. I hear something crash all over the place, and I want to panic, but he didn’t say anything so nothing must be wrong.

When he comes back carrying the bathroom mirror and holds it up so I can see his handiwork, hummingbirds dance in my belly.

SAW’s PUSSY

“I…” I choke up, having no words… I love it. “Th-thank you, Daddy.” I run my hand over it, blinking back tears as I watch him drop the mirror and go to clean up the material.

I want to tell him I’ll do it for him but I want to admire his work more… but… I glance over to the machine and…

“Daddy?”

“What?”

“Can I… uhm… also?” He turns, cocking his brow. Lock them knees, bitch! Lock them mother fucking knees…

“Can you what? ”

“Can I…” I boldly walk over and sit in his lap, facing him, naked and dripping, and do something I never get to do but have always wanted… freely touch him. “Can I mark you, too… pretty please?” I beg, knowing he’ll say no.

I know in reality I’m Saw’s, but that don’t make him mine. But to me seeing a part of me stamped on him, etched onto him like he did me… I gulp thinking about it.

“It’ll be small… I ju?—”

“Go on,” he mutters, his head turned to the side, and to say my heart races would be a fucking understatement. My heart fucking SOARS!

I don’t give a fuck if I know how to tattoo or not, I’ll fucking learn! For him, I’ll always be a willing student. I pick it up, shaking. This is important to me…

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know…”

“Then think about it while you’re riding this dick,” he grunts as he picks me up and slams me down on his dick, causing me to go dumb and nearly drop the machine.

“FUUUCCKKKKKK DADDDYYY!” I cream as he rocks into me while I try to think, but his dick is too good… it’s way too good. When his lips glide over my shoulder, gentle ripples I’ve never felt before consume me.

“Think, Birdie… what the fuck you gon’ stamp on me?” he growls, and I shiver.

“M… my name!”

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You said that shit is going to be small? The fuck?!” He yanks my hair and I about die from the pleasure.

“So… sorry Daddy, I was wrong!” I scream. “Please punish me! Punish this dirty pussy pleaseeeee!” I cry and he takes my nipple in his mouth, biting it, making me hyperventilate.

“Fuck Birdie… you’re such a nasty fucking slut for Daddy.”

“Yes! Yes!” I whither in his arms, wanting more, but he stops.

“Now…” he growls “Get to work.”

“Wh-wha?—”

“Rule number two.”

“Obedience without question,” I answer immediately.

“That Daddy’s good little cum slut. Depending on how good of a job you do, I’ll dump a fat load in your ass and eat it out…” I tremble with anticipation at his words.

“I’ll do extra good!”

“Prove it. Show me what Daddy’s little cock sleeve can do.”

God pleaseeee pleassseeee never let this euphoria end!