Page 106 of Don't Leave Me

“Turn around and bend over,” he ordered, his eyes darkening.

I turned around and bent over, my hands on the couch and resting my weight; I was only in my socks, underwear, and an oversized t-shirt. I felt Michael’s fingers gently pull down my underwear to the floor, then had his hand firmly squeeze my ass cheek and I moaned a little to show him I liked it.

“Don’t move,” he ordered before he quickly walked into the bedroom and as I kept my eyes down on the couch.

About thirty seconds later, he was walking back to me and I could see something in his hand from the corner of my eye.

“Three whips, Hana. Count out loud,” he said before I felt a sharp sting on my ass – it was my leather paddle – and I moaned out with pleasure.

“One,” I counted.

Another sharp, hard whip to my ass. “Two.”

I was so turned on as I gripped the couch’s fabric with my fists and then felt another whip. “Three,” I breathed out.

I heard Michael throw down the paddle before he spread open my legs and gripped my hair with his hand, tugging my head back and ramming himself inside of me hard and quickly.

“Fuck, Hana,” he moaned out, gripping my hip with his free hand as he pounded into me and as I moaned loudly, the pleasure taking over me completely – I needed this after dealing with so much stress and heartbreak.

“Please, sir,” I moaned out – I don’t know what I was begging for, but it just came out.

“What, Hana?” he breathed out, still pounding.

“Please let me come, sir,” I moaned out again; apparently he had trained me so well that I didn’t even realize that I was waiting to come with his permission.

“You wanna come, baby?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Yes, sir,” I answered quickly, just on the edge of release.

Michael quickly stopped and pulled out of me, yanking my hair back so that I stood straight up, then he was suddenly in front of me and sitting down. Before I knew it, he put his hands to my hips and pulled me towards him.

“Ride me, Hana,” he ordered as he looked up at me, his grey-blue eyes intense.

Holy.Shit.Do I get to take control right now?

Immediately I sat on him and let him slowly fill me up, then started to grind on him as hard and fast as I could, my excitement taking over. I balanced myself by wrapping my arms around his strong shoulders and Michael bit his lip as he stared at me longingly, the pleasure clear on his face as I let my hips move back and forth on him – soon, I realized I was about to come.

“Oh god,” I moaned out, unable to take my eyes off of Michael.

“Come on, baby. Come with me,” he breathed out.

That was all it took; with his permission, I felt myself coming all around him, the intense pleasure consuming me entirely, my moaning loud and my arms pulling him even closer to me. I didn’t even realize that my teeth were clenched down hard on his shoulder until I felt my hips slow down, riding the waves of my orgasm. I finally stopped and rested my head against Michael’s shoulder, the one I was apparently teething on, and caught my breath as I heard him doing the same. I looked up at him, unsure of how he reacted to my biting.

Michael smirked at me with his eyebrows raised.

“I bit you,” I announced with surprise.

Michael chuckled to himself.

“I felt it.”

“Was that okay?” I questioned hesitantly.

He nodded. “Yes, baby. Did you like it?”

I giggled, suddenly elated. “Yes.”

“Interesting,” he smiled, seeming to be thinking about something.

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