Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend

Forbidden 255

We get in and I remind Marc to meet in the room in half an hour. I walk to my room and quickly get changed. I then place little things around the house to make D think he has found me when in fact he hasn’t. Some of the clues lead him to a trap. Or an item I want him to

use.

Half an hour later I’m in the room and Marc walks in.

“If he doesn’t find you quickly, you might want to scream and be saved.” He chuckles and fastens my arms up. “Are you sure you want to do this? You’re giving him an invitation to play in a way he craves.” He is worried.

“I’m sure Marc, thank you.” I smile and watch him walk out. I keep my eyes on the clock, it should take five minutes, if he gets the hints quick enough. I listen to the music I put on, the music playlist that D made. All the songs are about sex, masochists, pain and blood.

Fifteen minutes later the door open and he stands looking confused as fuck which is sweet. His hands have hold of all the items he collected on his journey to find me.

“Little birdie, what are you doing?” He steps in and the door closes behind him.

“Taking charge, I give up on waiting for you three to think I’m

recovered. I’ve given up on waiting for you to give me the real you. I’m also done with your music taunting me but you not actually doing what you say you will.” I bite my lip and he places the items down before stepping towards me.

“So you want to play? You want me to play, really play little birdie?” He reaches me and wraps his hand around my neck. “You’re sure you can handle this little birdie, you won’t run after?”

“I would never run from you Daddy, only ever to you.”

“You did run.” He looks at me all serious now.

“Not from you, I ran from Cal. I felt like I had to give you up. I never wanted to run from you D, ever.

“But you did!” He looks at me hurt. “You left me because of him.”

“D, I’m sorry. Okay, please, today has been amazing, I said I would fucking marry you. I’m here strapped up in your room and now you want to argue?” I don’t want today to be spoiled it.

“Sorry little birdie. I didn’t mean it.” He kisses me and I smile.

“Now, these items I collected?” He raises his brow and I blow him a kiss.

“I wanted you to use them tonight Daddy, I wanted you to give me the real you, not the restricted and hidden version of you. I have seen most of the sides of you D, including today, the opera, now I want all of you.” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay little birdie, what you ask for, you get.” His smile is wicked and he steps back picking up the items he walks around me, his hand. stroking my body. I feel his lips tease me as his fingers slowly feel across my whole body.

“Why would you wear a slutty outfit little birdie?” His words are whispered in my ear. “Now, I have to destroy it, because I’m not unfastening you.” I moan and tramble as I feel the tip of blade run down my side, slowly cutting the straps from my outfit.

I watch as it falls to the floor in pieces, perfect pieces. He doesn’t stop even when I’m naked. His knife keeps going down, stopping at my thigh he digs it a little deeper and pulls it up in one quick motion. A moan escapes my mouth at the feel and I look down the see the faint scratch with slight specks of blood from places.

I watch as he places ice over the scratch, his mouth biting my neck as the dagger scratches along my stomach to my breast. I wiggle against him, wanting more. He doesn’t stop, it feels like hours that he has been stood here taunting me, the knife scratching lightly. He’s still holding back though.

He moves, grasping my hips and his cock pushes into my sex. I lean. back against him. My arms beginning to hurt from been tied up for so long, but I’m not about to complain. He thrusts hard, and slow, almost

Chapter 25:

keeping rhythm with the music.

“D, please.” I cry slightly, my head falling back to his shoulder.

“What do you want little birdie, you can have anything you ask for.” His words are soft in my ear.

“I want you. Stop fucking hiding, or this was a waste of time and I swear…” I don’t finish my sentence, my words cut off into a scream as he slams into my and digs the dagger in deeper. I shake against him feeling the orgasm burning me from the inside.

“You want me to fuck you little birdie, and use you‘?” His words sound cruel but I nod.

“Yes! I want it, that small bit had me exploding D, please don’t get soft again.”

He bites against my neck and I scream, his hips now thrust hard without any rhythm, the knife constantly moving and cutting me slightly as mouth bite against my body. I try pushing back on him as another orgasm begins. He doesn’t slow, he fucks me like a savage, like the real him.

My screams pain tangle with my moans of pleasure, the knife digging in deeper and cutting in a new area. I come that hard I almost black out, I hear him roaring his release as he stays deep in me and groans. His hand drops the knife and he grips my hips plunging into me one last time with a groan.

Fuck…I stay quiet, swinging slightly on the chains as I fight to stay awake, not willing to fall asleep just yet. I feel him moving and unfastening me. His hands instantly catching me and carrying me out of the room and I fail at staying awake and fall asleep against him.