My back teeth grind together with such force that an ache crops up behind me eye, starting a tic. “Well I think you can see now that wasn’t accurate, can’t you?” I crowd her closer to the wall. “Can’t you, little girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Maybe you need more proof that I’m crazy?” I bare my teeth against her ear. “That you’ve made me crazy?”
“N-no.” She shakes her head, but it’s too late.
I’m already stripping off her dress. It’s gone in one sweeping motion, leaving her trembling in my Margot Room in a tiny pink pair of panties. No bra to cover her high, round breasts and their stiff peaks. Her nipples must be hard out of fear. I need to get a hold of myself and reassure her, tell my girl everything is going to be okay. That we’ll be together forever now. But I’m already too far down a dark path to come back into the light. I’ve vanished into the darkness.
She makes a puny attempt to stop me from yanking her panties down, but I succeed, rising to my full height above her once more. And as she stares up at me, stunned, holding her breath, I snag her wrists and use the panties to secure them to the steel curtain rod above her head. “Here’s your proof,” I rasp into her ear, tying the knot tight. “I’ve loved you for years. Obsessively. Perversely. I live, eat and sleep Margot Summers. You don’t take two steps without me knowing it. You don’t breathe without me hearing it.” I run my shaking hands down her naked body, squeezing her tits a little too hard and making her jerk against her binding, pant my name. “You thought I was done after you won a gold medal?” I laugh into her hair, semi-hysterically. “I won’t be done until the end of time. Until I’m dragged from this earth away from you. Do you fucking hear me, little girl?”
She nods vigorously, making little whimpering noises in her throat.
Her eyes are closed, so it’s impossible to tell what she’s thinking.
Is she disgusted? Terrified? Worried about her safety?
“I’ll never hurt you,” I whisper against her sweet neck, circling my hands around to massage her taut butt cheeks, raking the tip of my middle finger up and back over her puckered asshole. “I just want to take care of you. Let me take care of you,” I growl, too forcefully. Pull back. Pull back. But I can’t. My cock is rigid in my pants and I need to reassure myself she’s okay after hour upon hour of fearing the worst. I need her. I can’t breathe properly. My head is locked in a vise. “You doubted me, Margot. You forgot to trust me and now I’ve gone a little crazy. Past the deep end. You want to bring me back?” I bring my hand to the front and tease my finger through the folds of her pussy, surprised to find them dripping wet. “You want to rescue me with this tight little fuck hole, sweetheart?”
Her hiccupping gasp tugs at my heart. “Yes,” she breathes, nodding. Looking me in the eye. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
The madness has my hand snapping up to circle her throat. “Are you saying that to appease me? Are you humoring me?”
“No.” She licks her delectable lips. “I need you just as badly as you need me.”
No. I don’t believe her.
She can’t be fine with this…this crime scene of my love for her. She’s surrounded by carvings of her name. Pictures of her sleeping. Smears of my blood from the time I got so overwrought by the obsession that I had to slam my head into the wall repeatedly to calm down. She can’t…want me. It’s impossible. Not without being tied up and taken.
“You’re lying,” I grate, unzipping my pants and letting my cock spring out between us. “You’re lying, but I need that pussy right now. I can’t wait another second. It was created for me. God sent you to me.” With my breathing out of control, I yank her legs up around my hips and position my tip at her entrance, her naked body stretched out in front of me, arms suspended over her head. Gorgeous beyond words. Even though she must be horrified. So be it. So help me God, if I don’t come inside of her soon, my heart is going to give out. Teeth buried in my bottom lip, I watch my dick sink into her slowly, her folds stretching around my size with a wet ripple of sound, her thighs jolting, breath hitching when I bottom out with a groan. “How are you so fucking wet? Is my mind playing tricks on me?”
“I’m wet because I want you,” she says, her eyes glazed. “I’m not scared of you. Of this.”
“You should be,” I growl, surging forward. Crushing her to my body and ramming my stiffness up between her thighs, absorbing her screams in my ear like priceless treasures, her feet dangling two feet from the floor. “You’re not going anywhere, ever again, fuck toy.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” she manages, her voice jumping every time I pump deep. “And I might be your toy sometimes, but I’m also your sweetheart. Look at me, Everett. Please stop being mad at me.” The imploring quality of my voice stops me dead, enraptured by the adoration on her face. For me? “I left because I love you so much. I was scared our relationship was temporary. A means to an end.” She squeezes me rhythmically with her snug, warm pussy and I shudder, grunt, stumble a little in my pleasure. Her voice has thoroughly hypnotized me. Suspended the function of my lungs. “I was wrong. And I’m sorry I scared you.” She blinks her eyes and a single tear rolls down her cheek, followed by a sniffle that rends my soul in two. “Can we kiss and make up, Daddy? Please?”
Her plea, the soft baby talk, cuts right through my anger.
I can see myself from the outside. A monster who has bound the greatest treasure of his life to fuck her. Possibly against her will. Abusing her young body. It’s unconscionable. She needs affection. She needs her man to nurture her.
With a tortured sound, I rip the panties securing her to the curtain rod and pull Margot into a tight embrace, walking her through the debris of my insanity to my bedroom. It’s no less terrifying in here with photos everywhere, more stab holes in the walls, not to mention the musky scent of my desperate jerk off sessions. It hangs in the air, but she doesn’t seem to notice it. No. Clinging to my neck, she almost seems to…like my unusual decor. A shrine that extends to every corner of my house in her honor. Is that too much to hope for?
With my cock still buried in her drenched cunt, I lie her down on the bed and come down on top of her, already thrusting, but slow and long this time. Gently burying myself to the hilt and grinding deep. Kissing the single tear path down her face. “I’m sorry I was rough,” I say, shuddering over the hot, recurring clenches of her pussy. “I’m sorry I was mean. But this isn’t going away. I’m a lunatic. I’m your lunatic. It’s only getting worse now that you’re mine.” I can’t resist a violent drive of my cock into her heat. “Mine.”
“All yours,” she whispers, looking me in the eye. “I love you. Even the scary parts.” Her pupils seem to expand, color rising in her cheeks. “M-maybe I love them best of all.”
She’s…serious.
Finally, I’m beginning to believe her.
I know this girl inside and out. Enough to know she’s actually telling the truth.
It’s hard to believe, but the monster inside of me appeals to her.
She isn’t running away.
Gratitude sweeps through the rest of my madness so rapidly, I can barely form words. Margot is going to be mine. By choice. I don’t have to tie her down and force her to say she loves me. She’s doing it of her own free will. “That’s a good thing, Margot,” I choke out. “A very good thing. Because I left after the medal ceremony to go buy you an engagement ring. Everywhere I went, none of them seemed right. None of them were good enough for you. But I found one that reminded me of your skin.” Reaching back, I rip the object from my sagging pants pocket, using my teeth to open the black velvet box and take out the rose gold band embedded with diamonds. I slide it onto her ring finger with my mouth, sucking that sweet digit on the way back up. “I’m going to be your husband.” I buck into her. “Your coach.” Buck. “Stalker.” A hot grind that makes her gasp. “Your ruler and your Daddy.” I drop my mouth to hers. “And I’m going to love you to the point of pain every single day of my life.”
There’s a flash of something in her eyes. Maybe a hint of insanity to match mine.
And then she buries her fingernails in my back and drags them down. Hard. Drawing blood and making me groan from the pleasure
ain.
“I’ll love you to the point of pain, too,” she says, giggling innocently.
After that, it’s a frenzy. A sweating, grunting, hair-pulling mess of Daddy and little girl promises and threats. We make no apologies for our darkness-and we never will. It’s home.
Epilogue
Margot
Four Years Later
The cool metal in my hand. The red, white and blue flag waving above me.
Thousands of people cheering in the stands.