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Chapter 20

I Know Why MY Caged Bird Sings

LUX

W hen I hear her begin to snore, I look around the cabin, shaking my head before I whistle as Heather comes in, cutting me loose from the bed frame.

“Master… are you okay?” she asks, looking me over with concern as I sit up, holding her sleeping form.

“What? Do you think this little bit would hurt me?” I grunt, cracking my neck, and she shakes her head, causing blood to flow from her broken nose where Birdie smacked her with the gun.

“No sir… it’s just… you only recently came out of the coma and underwent rehab. I was simply worried the Young Miss might have went a bit overboard in her excitement to see you.”

I grin, holding her tight, grasping her ass lifting off my dick.

“She was perfect… fuck, almost too perfect. I nearly broke character in the end.” I lick my lips, place her sleeping form on the bed, spread her legs, taking a long, glorious whiff of the pussy full of my cum that I missed so fucking much.

“Finally…” I grunt, sucking on her pussy, rolling my tongue around my cum and hers. “I thought I would die without this.”

“I am pleased you’re happy, Sir. When the sleeping pills wear off, will you be revealing yourself to her, or…” Heather trails off as I suck my cum from Birdie’s pussy and she whimpers.

“S-Saw…”

“Of fucking course…” I nod, smirking. “Did you hear her beg for me? My Birdie… Daddy’s cum slut to the end.” I stand, covering her body with the blanket and zipping my pants just as one of my butlers brings in Shawn.

“Dada!” He holds out his hands to me, and I smile, wiping off my shirt that Birdie squirted on and wiping my face, cleaning myself before picking up my baby boy.

“Shawn, have you been protecting Mommy as promised?” I bounce him on my arms as he giggles.

“Yeshhh!” he smiles, and I pinch his nose gently.

“Good boy,” I tell him and ruffle his hair. “Mommy was having a hard time without Daddy, right? But Daddy is here now.”

“YAYYY!” he claps, making me chuckle, thinking about all the times I snuck in to see him while I recovered and held him and rocked him when she slept through the night.

“Master, would you like us to deal with the men she’s got chained here before moving her things to the other residence?” one of the butlers asks, bowing.

“No, I’ll deal with it.” I hand Shawn over to Heather and shut the door. I see my butlers sweeping the place clean so no one can track shit to Birdie if they found the place.

Inside the room, the mother fuckers who begged for help from me earlier’s eyes light up when they see me again. I cock my head to the side, smiling when a few butlers wheel the table of goodies inside, and I pick up the saw.

“You wrote, ‘An insane bitch who got off being raped by a mass murderer,’” I read as I thump the metal of the saw and he chokes, eyes looking crazed.

“That made my Birdie depressed for months because she was seen as a mass murderer’s lover…” I throw my head back in laughter before pointing to the next fucker. “You doxed her address several times, saying that a whore who would give birth to a bastard by someone as fucked up as me needed to be dead. Sending riots to her home multiple times, nearly causing Shawn to have an accident. If it weren’t for me having guards secretly watching them and stepping in, they would have been hurt.

You know, if she hadn’t gotten to you first, I would have, but I wanted to see what my Birdie would do, so I held back and watched her… I didn’t think she would have killed you by now, but I see she’s been way too nice to you mother fuckers,” I sneer, not bothering to glance over to the mother fucker barely breathing who threw red paint on her, saying that she birthed the devil’s spawn and the blood of my victims were on her hands.

It took everything in me to hold back, but I didn’t raise a weak-willed woman who couldn’t handle her shit. She excelled and followed the most important rule.

“Never let a mother fucker disrespect what belongs to Daddy,” I smile, and they scream.

“I guess I’ll finish the job as a reuniting gift for my Birdie and I.” I stuff a cloth and place a piece of heavy-duty grey tape over their mouths and get to hacking off all limbs that can be dismembered, whistling happily.

When the final scream dies down and a knock is heard at the door, I call for Heather, who is the only one who’d disturb my work.

“Everything has been moved, Master,” she bows. “Only person remaining is the Mistress.” I crack my neck, nodding. “Would you like me to have the men move her now? The sleeping pill dose was only mild this time, so she will wake up soo?—”

“No,” I cut her off. “I got her.” I set the saw down, wiping my hands, taking off the gloves.

“As you wish, Master,” she bows. “I shall take care of disposing of the trash, sir,” she says, and I grunt, going over to the shower that I saw in the room she built like a replica of the cabin and smirk. My Birdie, my Birdie… I smile growing hard at how fucking sexy she is. I raised her right. I?—”

“Saw…” I hear over my shoulder and glance back, dropping the act, able to see how it did a number on her. Still, it was worth it…

“Come here, Birdie,” I growl and her body jolts as if hit by a boulder, forcing her to stagger back in disbelief. She tries to take a step forward, but her legs collapse under her, and she sobs like a newborn baby… just like she did when they told her I was dead. Even though I didn’t witness it, I saw the camera footage when I woke up from the induced coma.

If we were in the cabin, I’d have made her stand and come over to me on her own two feet but fuck that. I’ve waited two years for this. I step out of the shower and go over to what belongs to me, pulling her into my arms.

“I kneeewwww itttttt! I kneeeewww it was yooouuuu Daaaddddyyyyyy!” she cries, sobbing against my shoulder.

“Of course you did.”

“Then why did you lie?!” she cries, and I walk her back over to the shower.

“I wanted to know if you’d recognized your Owner no matter how different they were… no matter how much facts told you otherwise, whether it be my actions or words… would you know your Owner?” I growl, biting her shoulder hard and she shudders.

“I would never forget my Owner. Never! I know you!” she cries, holding on tight, and I chuckle.

“I’m proud of you, Birdie. Daddy’s little cum slut did so fucking good that I have a reward for you after your punishment.” I run my dick along her pussy lips, causing her to gasp.

“P… punishment?!” she pouts, but as usual, my little cum slut’s eyes light up with excitement just they it did in the cabin before she submitted. “But… what did I do?”

“You met some asshole and sat down with him,” I raise a brow, and she goes still but deflates, knowing better than to lie.

“I… I did.”

“I know you did. I nearly drug you out myself, but I’ll take my anger out in a different way.” I slurp her lip into my mouth, thrusting the head of my dick into her, forcing her head back as she moans.

“UGNNNNN! H-how… how?” she pants, trembling as I grasp her ass tighter. “How will you p-punish me?” She bites her lip.

“I’ma tie you up so fucking tight the rope will dig in your skin,” I grunt, and her nipples grow hard.

“A-and…?”

“I’ll force your head onto the bed and smack that pussy until it is tinged red and dribbling cum.”

“O-oh God, m-my favorite!” she whines and squeezes my dick tight, and at that moment, I plow into her, trying to split her in half. Her nails rake down my back, drawing blood, eliciting a grunt of pleasure while my dick pulses in her tight, warm cunt.

“For every minute you spend with him I’ll make it a day’s worth of pussy spanking, forbidding you from cumming…” I pull out, and her eyes go wide.

“Wait! No, I—” I slam into her, forcing that pussy rain down on my dick and her to scream.

“Then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t know your name.”

“YESSSSS!” she shakes her toes curling “B-but Sh?—”

“Don’t worry about him. I got that handled.” I fuck her hard, pounding in her with no abandon, grunting, letting the water smack and splash everywhere.

“UUGGGNNNNNNN AAAAAHHHHHHH UGHHHHHHHH!” she moans, driving me to fuck her harder than I ever did in the cabin. “YESSSSSS PUNISH THIS PUSSY DADDYYYYY!!!” she wails like the masochist cum dump I raised her to be, taking this dick with no bars held.

“FUCK! THAT'S IT BIRDIE... LOSE CONTROL! TAKE WHAT YOU WANT! DON'T THINK, JUST FEEL ME DESTROY YOU! I’M SO PROUD OF HOW MY LITTLE CUM SLUT TAKES ME!” I smash into her, slurping her nipple into my mouth, missing how tight this pussy gripped me as I drink the milk leaking from her tits, causing her pussy to lock down on my dick, forcing even my knees to buckle for a second from how tight this pussy is.

“FUCK YES DADDDDYYYY! I LOVE YOU!” she screams at the top of her lungs, and it’s like the words echo in a dark, empty place that’s been void for as long as I have lived when I cum deep within her pussy, growling, panting, stamping my claim.

“MINE!” I pull her to me in a kiss and that has the both of us going still, shocked as we stare at each other. This is not the kind of kiss Birdie and I exchange.

This is the kind of kiss that’s meant for mother fuckers who go on honeymoons and make love… this is the kind of kiss that one would easily call passionate… it’s not my type of kiss. But as our lips connect, my heart beats faster and a look of vulnerability glosses over her eyes, causing her insides to tremble, I can’t help but deepen it.

“Mine,” I whisper again along her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and happiness floods her eyes.

“Yours… all yours, Daddy” she sobs, tears spilling from her eyes, as I hold her tight.

“Fucking right. Say it, Birdie. Who do you belong to?” I growl.

“You Daddy… only you! I’m Daddy’s little cum slut forever and always!” she pants, cumming. “That’s all I want… this is enough for me. You’re here. That’s all I need. That’s all I want, and all I prayed for. I need nothing else,” she sobs, holding me tight, making my dick hard. Fuck… Birdie… my fucking Birdie…

“Again, Birdie!” I take her waist, smashing into her.

“I’m Daddy’s little cum slut!”

“Fuck!” I plow deep into her, closing my eyes feeling at home. I have never fucking loved… not since my parents died. I wanted to die in that prison. I was content rotting there for the rest of my life… but you… changed that. I wanted you, and wanting something meant living and confronting shit I thought I stopped caring about… I don’t know what love is, but if I had to describe this twisted shit, its name would be Birdie. She made me want to live.

“Say it again, Birdie. Who do you belong to?”

“Saw… I belong to Saw…” she pants and I place my head on hers.

“I love you,” I whisper and she goes still.

“Wh…”

“I love you, Birdie.”

“Wa-wait Saw… I—” I grasp her face hard, forcing her to look at me.

“I love you, Birdie, but you are my bitch, my cum dump, my slut. I love you, but you open this pussy up for me when I tell you to. I love you, but I’m still going to punish this pussy when we get home. I love you, Birdie, but ain’t shit changed with me. I’m not going to miraculously change into some sweet, kind-natured mother fucker who buys flowers. I want to choke you. Tie you up, torture that pussy. I want to see those tears… but…” I frown. “I love you. I can’t promise you a picket fence or sweet romance bu?—”

“I don’t want it!” she interrupts. “Saw, I don’t want that…” she blinks back tears. “Flowers die, picket fences are boring, and sweet romance is for a different kind of woman. I. Don’t. Want. It. What I want is whatever you have to offer. That is enough for me.” She holds me tight, clinging to me like I’ll leave her side again, and I chuckle.

“Okay Birdie… I’ll pretend like you have a choice,” I laugh and kiss the top of her head because she was going to accept me regardless.

“B-but I… I l-love you too, Saw.”

“Lux… Saw is dead…” Her eyes widen, and she nods without hesitation, just as I trained my caged little Birdie.

“R-rule n-number two… Obedience without question. I… I love y-you too, L-Lux.”

“That’s Daddy’s good little Birdie.” She shyly looks away, and I smirk at how adorable she’s become. Fuck… I look forward to punishing her and this pussy relentlessly. Just. Like. Old. Times.

THE END