Page 116 of Don't Leave Me

“Do you still have feelings for him, Hana?” he asked frantically, his voice two octaves higher than usual.

“No!” I responded in defense, relived to finally start talking. “You heard what he said about me before. I don’t forget things like that,” I added, trying to watch him as he continue to pace.

“It took every fiber in my body to not start killing him with my bare hands, Hana. I wanted to fucking kill him in that hospital,” he went on, seemingly not even hearing what I had just said.

“I don’t care about him anymore, Michael. Please, come here,” I said softly and turned on my side, all of a sudden feeling silly that I was tied up.

“Hana, quiet!” he snapped, startling me. “Get back on your stomach,” he ordered, then quickly came towards me and grabbed my calves, flipping me back in place.

I hadn’t seen him like this before. This was scaring me. I immediately put my head face down on the bed between my arms.

“I need to get out of here. I’m going to do something I regret. I’m sorry, Hana,” he said somberly and five seconds later, I heard the bedroom door open and close.

I looked up at the door and immediately began to cry.What have I done? Why did I ever get involved with another man? What was Michael going to do to me? How the hell do I get this tie off of me?

I sat up on the bed and stared at my hands that were still tied together. It was tight, but I managed to eventually wiggle myself out of there. I immediately walked out of our room to an empty apartment, the city lights shining bright outside our windows. I knew to give Michael some time to cool off instead of texting him to immediately come back. I knew he needed time to process his feelings. Even I needed time to process my feelings.I need to get out of here. I’m going to do something I regret. What the fuck did that mean? Would he not honor my safe word because he was angry at me? Would he have said things out of spite, out of anger? We had our arguments before but this felt different - he was so fucking mad at me, at Jack. I guess rightfully so. All of the guilt began to consume me as I slipped into our bed and cried my self to sleep.

I don’t know how long it was before I heard Michael slip into our bed and wrap his arm around my waist from behind. My sleepy eyes fluttered open and I grabbed his hand with mine before kissing his knuckles.

“I’m sorry, Michael. I’m sorry, sir,” I wept quietly, my heart physically hurting.

“No, baby. I’m sorry,” he whispered as he turned my head towards him with his hand. “I will never leave you like that again. That wasn’t okay.”

I sighed and kissed his knuckles again. “I understand why you did it though. I’d rather you leave when you need to, instead of…”

Michael quickly interjected. “No, baby. It won’t happen again. I just…my anger was mistakenly geared towards you. Knowing that Jack was speaking to you, knowing he had touched you in ways I don’t want to imagine,” he sighed. “I really wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands. I wanted to rip his eyes out for even looking at you.”

I don’t know why this possessive, angry Michael was turning me on, but it was. I turned over and put my hand to his face.

“You know that I’m all yours, right? No one else compares to you, sir.”

Michael grunted. “Fuck yes you are mine. I want the world to know it. I don’t want anyone to ever touch what’s mine again.”

He suddenly was above me, pinning me down with both hands.

“Tell me, Hana. Tell me you’re mine” he ordered.

“I’m yours, sir. I’m yours forever,” I breathed out, gazing at his dark, lustful eyes.

He let go of me and stood up, his full erection on display for my pleasure. “On your hands and knees. Now,” he instructed.

I quickly turned over and onto my hands and knees on the bed, dizzy with excitement. I needed a good whipping.

I watched as Michael went to our play chest and brought out a whip and restraints. I smiled to myself as he put the restraints to my ankles and then brought the other side up to my wrists. Michael bent down and kissed me hard.

“Open up your legs, baby. I want the full view,” he demanded before walking to the end of the bed.

I opened my legs as far as I could, my knees practically opening up into a split. The restraints on my wrists pulled closer to my chest the more I opened up. I heard Michael moan as he got onto the bed behind me. I jumped as I felt the whip hit my wet spot, hard at first followed by a few soft ones.

“And who’s pussy is this?” Michael questioned me, pulling my hair back.

I moaned loudly, feeling the throbbing between my legs. “Yours, sir.”

I felt his finger slowly graze my wet spot - I knew I was soaking by now.

“Mmm, Hana. I can slip so easily into you right now.”

“Please, sir.”

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