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Chapter 4

A Beast and His Bird

ROBIN

S hakily I step out of the shower, mouth tasting of cum as he turns off the water behind me and presses the knife into my back.

“Pick up the candle!” he demands, and quickly I do it, immediately thinking I should smash this bitch across his face. “Hey, little Birdie. You look smart, so don’t fucking try me.” Shit…

“Y… yes sir,” I nod, and he slaps my ass hard as fuck, placing the knife against my back.

“Now move,” he growls, and shit, you don’t have to tell me a mother fucking thing twice when you got a knife in my back, so I move without hesitation, going to the living room. However, he grabs my neck roughly and redirects me to the bedroom. “You trying to run out on me, Birdie?” he growls, and I quickly shake my head.

“No… I wasn’t just… I didn’t know where you wanted me,” I tell him, and he snorts.

“I want you every-fucking-where Birdie, and I’ll have you, but first, I need to tame this pussy to obey,” he chuckles and I curl my lip, disgusted. Train my pussy to obey? What the fuck is he even saying?! Ain’t shit getting tamed here! “You think I can’t tame this pussy?” He startles me, growling in my ear, and I jump. “Well… do you?”

“Do I what?” I speak through clenched teeth.

“Do you think I can’t tame that pussy?” he smirks, and I snort.

“Oh, I’m fucking sorry, are you asking me do I think a nigga who more than likely escaped from prison can tame me?” I roll my eyes, and he throws his head back laughing. I want to karate chop his throat and run, but where the fuck am I going to go in this weather and in the woods in the dead of the fucking night?

“First off, who the fuck said I give a fuck about taming you ?” He steps up, running the knife down my belly, forcing a shudder to escape me while he cups my pussy and slides his fingers into my wetness, grinning devilishly. “I said this pussy…” He hooks his fingers inside of me and my knees damn near buckle, but I lock these mother fuckers because I refuse to let him see me sweat.

However, I’m fucking mortified when a moan escapes my lips, and wetness leaks down onto his fingers. “Oh yeah, this pussy is mine.” He sloshes his fingers around, leaving me breathless, scared, and ashamed.

“A-ain’t shit on m-me yours,” I speak out, fisting my hands in an act of defiance, but I might as well have not said anything at the way he snorts a chuckle at me.

“Sure, Birdie, keep telling yourself that.” He pulls his fingers from me, and I watch as he stares at me with mocking eyes. He sniffs his fingers before running his tongue over my juices and eventually slurping on them, humming. “Water…” he curls his lips disgusted, and I grit my teeth, seething.

“Water what?”

“Your pussy tastes like water, Birdie. I don’t like it,” he voices in a monotone way and I balk, offended.

“I… isn’t that wh-what the fuck a healthy pu… vagina supposed to ta… uhm… smell like?!” I blink, mind spinning.

“Fuck no. My bitch pussy is supposed to taste like me, smell like me, and mold to me,” he smiles, sucking harder, cleaning his fingers with a brutal groan. This mother fucker is beautiful… he’s a devil! He’s sinful and shameful! I hate how good this nigga look sucking my cum from his fingers. “But that’s okay, I’ll change that starting tonight.”

“Huh?” I take a step back, heart about to pop out from my chest as I admonish myself for rubbing my clit to him.

“Lay down,” he growls, and my throat clogs up.

“Excuse me?”

“Birdie, don’t fucking make me repeat myself.” He steps close, grasping my face roughly and I try to fight him off, but he slams the knife into the table next to us so fucking hard the solid oak wood cracks, and my legs go weak. He glares at me, licking his lips, eyes locked in on mine. “Rule number one, Birdie, Daddy fucking abhors repeating himself.” He takes the candle from my trembling hands, sitting it next to the knife, not even taking his eyes from me. Daddy? Birdie? The fuck?

As scared as I am, my pride won’t allow me to let up. He’s unarmed… I’m not a weak bitch. I can pro— His eyes gravitate to my mouth, where he slowly runs a thumb over my bottom lip before pressing his nail deep, cutting it. I wince and try to fight my way out of his grasp again, but he snatches me up by the neck.

“Birdie, I will fuck you up if you keep playing with me, but since you’re new here, I’ll repeat myself once more. Lay. The. Fuck. Down,” he whispers through clenched teeth, and I don’t know how, but that damn whisper has a bitch shaking in her boots more than anything.

Maybe because even though I have elevated significantly in life since being born and raised in the hood, I know a quiet mother fucker is the one you want to watch out for. The loud ones be all bark no bite, but this mother fucker… it doesn’t seem like it matters whether he’s loud or quiet. He’ll have his way no matter what.

So as incensed as I may be, survival is my only mission. I can’t afford to have pride when dealing with a fucking psychopath. I need to put this big brain to use even if not right now… I know I can find a way out this mother fucker at some point.

Fuck pride when my life is on the fucking line. With unshed tears, I spin on my heel and make the few steps to the large, made-up, Queen-sized bed and inspect it for dust. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye to see he’s watching my every move, but I don’t care.

I grab the pillow as he reaches for the knife, and I smack the cushion against the bed as hard as I can several times. A cloud of dust perforates the room, causing me to sneeze before throwing the pillow back at the head of the bed.

I grasp the sheets that are surprisingly tucked in professionally and flap them mother fuckers out, ridding the dust and debris from them before I climb on the bed. For a brief second, I consider being slick and getting under the cover, but I think this mother fucker would cut me if I played too slow on the uptake.

I lay on my back, hands crossed over my fucking body like Dracula, eyes closed, just knowing I’m about to die, but he bursts out in laughter.

“What the fuck was that?” he questions, and I don’t even bother opening my eyes.

“I’on want no yeast infection from the dust,” I tell him honestly, and hell if he wasn’t laughing so fucking hard before he’s damn sure laughing manically now.

“You’re funny, Birdie. First an STD and now yeast infections… what the fuck? But I like that, even though it’s the last thing you should be worried about since I’m going to fuck this pussy raw. I’ll give you kudos for the entertainment,” he sighs, and I hear him shuffling around, opening drawers before he stops.

“But the fun and games are over. Face down, ass up, Birdie. And I advise you not to act like you don’t know what the fuck I want to see,” he growls. I open my eyes, scowling to see him crossing his bulging tattooed arms over his chest, which is also fully inked up. I also see he’s no longer naked, but wearing black jeans that to my shock fit him surprisingly well despite his massive physique.

They remain unzipped, unbuttoned, and unbuckled, though, as if he believes there’s no need to even do them up, and the thought sends chills down my spine.

“If you value those fucking eyes of yours, I suggest you be quick about it, Birdie. Daddy’s hungry,” he growls, and I grip the sheets, biting my lip hard as fuck. There he is with that fucking disgusting ass Daddy word again!

I glare back at him, holding back the curse I want to let out as goosebumps spread over my flesh as I slowly flip onto my stomach, closing my eyes tight as I can. I place my knees up, curling into a ball, heart racing. I know I said fuck pride, but… this is so fucking humiliating! I guess I take too fucking long because I feel a hard smack on my ass that resounds in the room like thunder. My body being wet only intensifies the sting.

“Face. Down. Ass. The. Fuck. Up,” he demands, sending a shiver through me because this mother fucker really ain’t playing.

The way his eyes watch over me can only be described as beastly. I saw him briefly in prison, but even with cuffs on, he seemed intimidating and suffocating. Now… now he feels all-consuming.

I don’t know what he did to get in prison, but I know one fucking thing based on this hard glare. He’d more than likely killed someone, and I’ll be next if I don’t comply. My heart races, and tears spring from my eyes even though I’m not a crier, but this shit is different from the countless dark romance books I’ve devoured.

“HEY!” he shouts, smacking my ass so hard it jiggles harshly, causing me to let out a scream.

“AAHHHHUUGGGNNN!” I arch my back, shivering.

“Lift that ass up now, or I’ll fucking make you,” he demands, and I choke back a sob. You’re already making me, you fucking asshole. Still, his warning is not one to be taken lightly, who knows what his “make me” actually means, so even though my entire being is telling me to get the fuck up and run, my brain tells me if I don’t listen I’ll be dead before I even get to the door.

I lift my ass and plant my face into the bed, sobbing.

“Fuck… it’s prettier than I thought,” he growls, and I peek through tears from the bed to see him lift the table with the candle on it like it’s nothing. The act alone puts the fear of God in me because I saw that table earlier. It looked sturdy and heavy as fuck, so to see him move it like its nothing has me shaking.

He sets one side of the table down with a loud ass thud, setting it next to the bed before grabbing the chair and placing it directly behind me. Wh… what is he doing?

But I don’t have to ask because he grasps my leg tight. Shit!

“AHHHHH!!!” I scream as he fists his big ass hand so tight around it I feel like it’ll break if he puts even a bit more strength into his grip. “Wh—AHHHHHH!” he cuts me off by dragging me forcefully from the middle of the bed to the edge.

“Show me that pussy again…”

“I… what…?”

“Oh!” He places his hand on his head, laughing crazily with wild eyes. “You’re right I misspoke.” He cuts his eyes to me, glaring with a smug grin. “I meant show me my pussy because this shit belongs to me now,” he hums with a serious face, and I tremble at his demand. “Well, get the fuck to it. I need to inspect my shit,” he snaps, yanking the knife, throwing it up in the air as if I’m wasting his time, always catching it at the handle even though he’s not even looking at it.

I scramble as quickly as I can, lifting my ass in the air, trembling with hate and resentment for him when he goes quiet. I want to look back, but I’m way too fucking terrified at what I’ll see, so I just keep looking down at the colorful checkerboard sheets.

“Spread my pretty little pussy open for me, Birdie,” he whispers, and even over the rain, I can hear the need in his voice as he sits in the chair.

I don’t want to… I don’t fucking want to at all… however, I have no choice but to reach back with trembling hands and a racing heart to do what he demands and spread myself open for him. I swallow, touching the corners of my pussy and separating my pussy lips slightly.

“Wider,” he growls.

I do as he says… opening myself a bit more.

His fist wraps around my ankle, squeezing so fucking hard I cry out.

“AHHHHHH!”

“FUCKING. WIDER!”

Fearful, I grab my ass cheeks and pussy, spreading both for him in tears, but he doesn’t give a fuck clearly if his loud ass groan is anything to go by.

“Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” he lets out a deep breath, shifting in the chair, causing it to creak under his massive body. “Look at this slut’s pussy.” Slut?! “It’s dripping wet even in this situation,” he taunts, running his hand over my clit, pinching slightly and I’m horrified by the bead of cum and the gasp of pleasure that slips from me, betraying me. “Fuck, you really are a slut creaming like this.”

“I… I’M NOT!” I blink back tears, and he mocks me.

“Oh, but you are Birdie. You’re my slut, and this slutty pussy is my trashcan to empty myself freely,” he voices fucking seriously, “Go on, Birdie, say it!” he taunts, but I keep my fucking mouth closed. “Oh you won’t say it? You won’t say, ‘I’m Daddy’s little cum dump?’” he mocks, and I remain silent, gritting my teeth.

“God… you’re stubborn but,” he pauses, and the air is sucked from my lungs when I feel a stinging pain smack against my pussy.

“UGNNN!” I cry out, trying to turn around, but he takes hold of my neck, shoving my face against the bed hard.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say, ‘I’m Daddy’s little cum dump.’”

“LET ME GO!” I fight to get up, but he just holds my neck down, keeping me in place, and I feel another stinging smack against my pussy, driving me to arch my back and scream.

“That’s not what the fuck I told you to say.” I get three more hard smacks to the pussy, each one more forceful and painful than the last. My pussy feels hot and throbs like it’s pulsing in the cool air, leaving me in tears.

“I…” I huff out, sniffling, “I’m D-Daddy’s c-cum sl-sl-slut,” I barely get out before, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, violently his hands repeatedly slap against my pussy, leaving me shaking, grasping at the sheets panting for breath.

“Say it!” He slaps it again and again, and again, to the point I don’t know pleasure from pain because my pussy lips are sore and hot, but my clit throbs, leaving me gushing cum on the bed. “SAY IT!”

“I… UHGNNNNN! I’M DADDY’S L-L-LITTLE C-CUM DUMP.” I gasp out screaming, and he throws his head back, laughing like a lunatic, and smacks my pussy once more.

“Again!” His eyes widen, crazed.

“I… I’m?—”

“Faster!” Smack!

“I’m Dadd—” Smack!

“Faster!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S L—” SMACK! SMACK!

“FASTER!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!”

“Hell yeah! Again!” he cackles psychotically.

“IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!” I pant, out of breath as I feel his hot hands land once more onto my pussy with one solid smack as he slowly runs his hot fingers over my sloppy wet pussy, playing with my clit. My stomach trembles violently as I gush cum, drooling on the bed, snot pouring from my nose blending with tears as I sob uncontrollably, gasping for air and sweating profusely.

“That’s right. That’s Daddy’s little cum dump. Such a good girl,” he praises as he pats my sweaty head after letting go of my neck, plopping back onto the chair as I wheeze for breath, and I feel my pussy juice drip on the bed.

I feel suspended in air trying to process how or what I’m feeling, but I can’t, nor does he give me time to because I soon hear a pop and feel something pointy and wet run across my ass and legs.

“Perfect. ‘DADDY’S CUM DUMP!’” he huffs, and I glance back with what little strength I have to see him capping a permanent marker before setting it down on the table, and my eyes go wide in realization.

“DID… DID YOU JUST…?” The words barely leave my mouth when he spreads my pussy and spits on it, then grabs my legs, hooking his gigantic arms around them, locking me in place before he stuffs his face into my pussy and eats me like starved wolf.

The way his tongue laps… not glides, but laps at my clit before twisting and swirling and dipping and slurping… I have no words…

“UUGHGHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHH!” My throbbing hot pussy squirts as I collapse on the bed, body convulsing in shock as he sucks hard on my sore pussy lips, grunting nastily.

The way he’s eating my pussy, a bitch would think a dog was in here munching rather than a human. The noises are inhuman… the growls unearthly… the forceful way he jerks to keep me in place is no different than a rabid animal who lashes out when you try to take their meal.

I grew up around pit bulls, and I know how aggressive those mother fuckers are when they are trained to fight, breed, and eat, and he might as well be one of them.

“AHHH AAUUHHHHH UUGGNNNNNN!” I gush, pussy walls playing patty cake with one another as they clutch, clench, and squeeze, desperately weeping for something to grip onto. I wheeze out a breath when he pulls back, spits on my pussy again, and let’s me go, but I’m too fucking out of it to do shit except twitch when he stands and I hear his buckle jingle.

I let out a sob as I feel him graze the head of his big ass dick along my pussy, wetting it, and I can hear my heart beating in my ears when I feel the weight, heat, and circumference of that thick ass head line up with my pussy hole.

My body literally rocks with my heart as he tries the fit the head in, but he’s so fucking big it won’t go in.

“ST-STOPPPP! PLEASE IT… IT… I CAN’T!” I grip the sheets, body hungry for him, but my mind… hell, I don’t know. I feel like a blubbering mess as he huskily laughs behind me, spreading my pussy and ramming the head inside as my back arches like a cat. He places his hand on my back and shoves me down before towering over me.

I have never felt so small… but the way this mother fucker eclipses my entire fucking being while behind me lets me know he could literally, and I do mean fucking literally, crush me by just dropping down on me. He is all fucking muscle, with not a lick of fat in sight. His arms are veiny, and from the way they cage me in, I know he’s an immovable mountain.

“UGNNAHHHNNN!” I huff and pant, unable to catch my breath at the pain of just his tip. The way it’s stretching me leaves no room for cum to escape.

“Say it, Birdie,” he growls, nipping my ear and I must be delirious… I have to be because the words he wants me to say immediately come to mind. In my final act of defiance, I close my eyes, shaking my head praying for… someone, anyone… anything to save me, but he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing tight and cutting off most of my air as the head of his dick throbs in my pussy.

“N—GUNNN AHHH!” I defiantly beat at the bed, thinking he’ll show me an ounce of compassion, but he only squeezes tighter. This time, I can only get a sip of air, not enough to breathe, causing my brain to fog up, my heart to slow, and my body to go slack.

“Say it,” he squeezes, drool leaving my lips

“I… ugh,” I sip for air, pussy clenching painfully around him. “I’m D-Daddy’s ll-it…tle cu..m du…mp,” I whisper through sips of air, seeing lights dot my vision before dark clouds fill my eyes as I start to lose consciousness.

“Good girl,” he growls, slamming every last inch of that thing inside of me before letting my neck go, finally allowing me to release a strangled scream.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHAHHHHHHHHHUUUGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNN!” I scream, no air left in me, but it doesn’t matter. Not to him, and not to my body, as he grunts, forcefully rocking into me.

“FUUUUCKKKK YEAH!” He bites my neck and sucks on my shoulder, growling as he fucks me with abandon, plowing into me so hard the metal bed shakes and rumbles harder than the thunder outside. “SING FOR DADDY, BIRDIE!” he coerces mockingly, sitting up on his knees, pulling out and holding my waist before slamming into my pussy with a loud clap that leaves my knees bouncing off the bed, my thighs stinging and pussy creaming. “SING!”

“IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!”

I wheeze as he fucks me like I stole money from him.

“THAT’S RIGHT BIRDIE! SING LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BITCH WHILE DADDY RIDES THIS PUSSY!” He power drives into me, each thrust hard, unrelenting, and without a shred of care, but it doesn’t matter to my body because my pussy quivers with disgust when he pulls out and takes him in with wide fucking open arms as he smashes into her, hitting a spot that shouldn’t exist.

This isn’t fucking between two humans no… this is something else. This man is a beast… he’s an animal. He’s in-fucking-sane, and I must be as well from how my body is eating him and bouncing back hungrily even when I know I shouldn’t be.

MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!

“IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!

IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!”

I cry unprompted, desperate for whatever this fire I have never felt before is that burns at the pit of my stomach as he holds me steady, using me however he pleases.

“Damn you sing so pretty, Birdie,” he groans and smacks my ass hard. “Keep singing like a good lil’ ol’ slutty cum trash can, and Daddy promises to fill this pussy with nut all night.”

The thought shouldn’t excite me, but it does… Daddy’s words shouldn’t please me, but they do…

“PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!” I sway, not even knowing what the fuck I’m begging for, but it’s something my entire being desires. My head lulls to the side and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My toes curl and my pussy clamps down on him so tight even he grunts as I whine loudly, cumming. I didn’t know such a strangled sound could come from me.

“F-fuck.” He slams into me, bottoming out as he grunts. His dick pulses and he grips my neck, pulling me to him as he squeezes my breast and pinch my nipple hard, cumming deep inside of me. “FFFFUUUUUUUCCKKKKKK!” he grunts, panting, playing with my slick, overstimulated clit, causing me to groan and tremble. “I got to admit, Birdie,” he hisses, chuckling in my ear, dick still hard. “You have some bomb ass pussy.”

That’s the last thing I remember before he pulls out and slams into me again.