Page 27 of A One Woman Job

A voice in my head whisperslisten to that…she really loves you. But I can’t believe it now. Not yet. I need one hundred percent assurance I won’t lose her.

“I don’t want to kill anymore, either, Meg. But I will consider any murder justified if a person has the bad judgment to threaten what’s mine. She knew she risked death by sending you here,” I say, reaching for the restraints. Flipping up the edge of my carpet, I find the metal loop installed for the purpose of holding criminals for interrogation purposes. The fact that I’m using it on my girlfriend gives me pause, my stomach sinking with dread, but I remind myself it’s only for the night. “I’ll unchain you as soon as I get back.”

Gone are the tears, and now, she’s just pissed off.

She glares at me, her rosy little tits puffing up and down…and goddamn, is she something. Her eyelids get noticeably heavy when I draw her wrists up above her head and click the cuffsaround her wrists, securing them to the loop in the ground. My hips are between her thighs and I look down her stretched-out body now, feeling like a sicko for wanting to bang her hot, horny body just like this. Chained up on the ground.

I can’t.You can’t.

Still… “Do you need my cock one more time before I go?”

“No,” she pouts, redirecting her glare at the wall.

“I can feel your nipples against my chest, baby,” I groan against her cheek. “So stiff. Needing me to suck and play with them.”

She shakes her head, but she’s breathing hard, her face flushing pink.

“Meg…” I trail my open mouth down her chin, over her throat and down between her tits, inhaling the soft, feminine musk of her body. “You weren’t destined for a nice man. You would walk all over one of those, wouldn’t you?” I curl my tongue around her left nipple and listen to her stifle a moan over the slow, wet friction, her tight body already trembling beneath mine. “You won’t walk all over Daddy, though. Oh, no. And you damn well know it. And it gets your pussy wet. Doesn’t it. Knowing I can handle you. Knowing I’ll still fuck your little girl brains out on the floor of my office while we’re in the middle of an argument. You love that. Don’t you?”

Her lips press together hard, but she can’t keep them that way, because she needs to breathe. Needs to pant. Which she does within seconds, her ribcage expanding and retracting beneath me, her body beginning to squirm. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She closes her yes. “I love that.”

“I know, baby,” I rasp, triumph grinding like gears in my throat, pushing two fingers inside her tight pussy and jiggling them a little roughly while she gasps, yanking hard on the chains. “I know it’s confusing to be mad and scared but want mydick so bad anyway.” Quickly, I unzip my pants, position my tip so it rests right on top of her sweet, wet hole. “But you’ll never be confused once I’m inside you. That’s when everything makes sense. You’re on your back to fuck your Daddy, Meg. There’s nothing confusing about that.”

“Please,” she says, her teeth chattering now. “Please, please, please.”

I drive into her with a roar, surrounding myself in perfect, too-snug heat that immediately transports me to heaven. “I’m the man you need in your life, even if I’m not as good as you deserve,” I growl into a kiss, looking into her dazed eyes while I buck, buck, buck my hips. “I’m your world now. I’m your family. My cock is the only father figure you need. Open those gorgeous legs for it.”

It's borderline nasty the way I fuck her, humping and grunting on top of her, my jaw totally slack, but son of a bitch, her enjoyment of being restrained increases with every pump of my length into her mouthwatering body. I tear the shirt off, so I can see her tits bounce like a lecher, flattening her on the ground when my balls begin to pulse wildly at the sight, hammering deep, rocking and moaning without giving a shit how I sound or look. I’m in an unbreakable headlock of lust and love for this creature and she’s at my mercy.

Better yet, she wants and needs to be there.

Her eyes say it all, bright with her approaching orgasm, her teeth drawing blood on her full lower lip. “I’m going to…I’m…” She twists in her bonds, screaming as I take tight hold of her butt, tilt her hips and press deep, groaning at the hot squeeze of her cunt, my sperm spurting into her rhythmically, the pleasure so complete, I feel it in the quieting of my brain and the sudden weight of my heart. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

“I’ll never leave you,” she sobs. “How could I ever leave you? I love you.” She leans up to plant kisses on my shoulders, my face. “Don’t lock me up.Believeme.”

“Meg,” I say, shaken. Conflicted. “I’m new at love. Just…just bear with me.”

She studies my face and whatever she sees causes her to nod, resigned. “Fine. Maybe I don’t deserve to be trusted again yet.”

“You deserve everything, Meg.” I reach up and shake the chains in my hand. “This is caused by my own madness.”

“I love your madness,” she murmurs, projecting adoration up at me, which only strangles me with guilt. “I love all of you.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I say hoarsely, kissing every inch of her face. “I’ll be back as soon as I take care of this situation. No one is going to hurt you or your family.”

“I trust you,” she says, without hesitation.

Do I deserve the honor of that responsibility?

I’ll soon find out.

12

Meg

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