Page 117 of Don't Leave Me

I felt him remove his finger and the whip on my pussy again. “Please what, baby?”

My heart swirled with so much emotion, so much desire.

“Please fuck me, sir,” I moaned out.

I heard Michael chuckle. “My perfect Hana. So needy for my cock.”

I suddenly felt him thrust into me, pounding me hard, the relief of him filling me up making me cry out.

“You better fucking appreciate this cock, Hana. You better thank me for fucking you,” he ordered, still pumping quickly.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for fucking me,” I cried out, my body close to release.

I felt Michael pull the restraints so my legs were lifting up behind me, my arms tugging tightly to my chest. He dug his finger into my thigh and the friction of the bed underneath me and Michael’s cock deep inside me left me on the verge of my orgasm.

“Now come, baby. Come for me, now,” he instructed, his hips slamming onto my ass cheeks.

“Yes s-” I moaned out loudly with my release, the waves of my orgasm seizing my entire body.

Michael still pounded, close to his release as well.

“That’s right, baby. You come only for me,” he breathed out.

Suddenly, Michael pulled out and I heard him groan, then felt the warmth of his cum splatter all over my backside.

“Leave my seed all over you, baby. I want you to fall asleep and dream of my cock claiming you all night.”

And I did just that.

25

Chapter 25

I met Emily outside the hospital the next morning. She flashed her dimples at me while carrying a small tote bag and rolling her eyes playfully at me.

“Finally out of the loony bin,” she teased. “I’m all better!”

I shook my head at her. “Come on. Let’s get some of your stuff and then head back to the condo.”

Emily was not a light packer, but I didn’t blame her - she would be staying at our place indefinitely. At least until I felt comfortable that she was really okay, or somewhat stable again. I started to realize why Billie was always on my case: she wanted to make sure I was okay. She wanted to protect me the same way I wanted to protect Emily.

We lugged three suitcases up to the condo and I showed her the guest room upstairs. The room was bright with a queen-sized bed, a desk, dresser, and a mounted TV.

“Living in luxury over here,” Emily beamed as she bounced onto the bed. “Now, do I get my own butler or do I need to use yours?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “I’m your butler. I’m here for you, for anything,” I raised my eyebrows, now serious.

Emily flashed her dimples at me. “I’ll take your finest iced tea.”

It didn’t take long for Emily to feel at home. Michael was happy to have her around - he knew that she put me in a good mood. He even suggested we tell her about our engagement before our big reveal at the party. I excitedly agreed.

I casually knocked on Emily’s door two days after her arrival.

“Enter!” she called out.

I walked in and she was lounging on her bed, flipping through channels while texting on her phone.

“Hi banana. Come lay with me!”

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