Page 90 of Don't Leave Me

Michael nodded, his eyes intense. “Good girl.”

He suddenly pulled out a blindfold from his back pocket and placed it over my eyes, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable. I could feel my chest moving up and down, nervous and excited for what was to come.He’s never asked me to repeat my safe words – is he finally going to show me just how rough he can really get?

As my mind raced, I suddenly felt the leather paddle tap my breast, a small tap, but it startled me nonetheless. I felt another tap, harder this time, on my other breast. I gasped each time, the sensation pleasurable yet surprising. The taps got harder and harder, not too painful, but just painful enough. And then came a tap somewhere I wasn’t expecting: my bare and vulnerable wet spot had been struck, just a tap that wasn’t nearly as hard as the one on my breasts, but I gasped loudly with surprise. Only seconds passed when I felt it again, slightly harder this time, the pain bearable and erotic as I gasped loudly.

“I’m impressed with you, my sweet girl,” I heard Michael say deeply, then gave me one last soft tap.

I moaned to show him that I was happy that I could please him.

I heard Michael drop the paddle on the floor and then pulled my waist up, removing my ankle restraints and quickly ramming into me while pulling my restrained wrists above my head. The pleasure and anticipation of it all made me close to coming, plus Michael pulling my hair and nibbling my shoulder added to whole sensation, but he suddenly stopped as if he knew I was close.

“No!” I moaned out, lifting my hips up to get more of him.

I heard him chuckle as he completely removed himself from me and turned me back around so that my knees were to the floor and my elbows were back on the couch, still blinded by the blindfold across my eyes. I heard Michael walking around and before I heard him behind me again, I suddenly felt something heavy and leather stringing softly along my ass –is that a belt?I felt a quick tap across my ass cheeks, knowing it was most definitely a belt, and I couldn’t yet tell if it was more pleasurable or painful. I clasped my hands together, biting down on my lip, waiting for the next blow. And there it was – a hard, sharp, painful whip to both of my ass cheeks, the pain definitely taking over, and I felt involuntary tears fall down my cheeks.

“Red!” I muttered out quickly, catching my breath.

I heard Michael drop the belt immediately before he removed the blindfold from me and turned me around, his eyes wide and worried.

“Hana, I’m sorry,” he shook his head quickly with concern.

“It’s okay,” I laughed, shaking my head as well, the tears still streaming down my face.

“Baby, come here,” he said softly, looking horrified as he held me in his arms, the rope still around my wrists.

“It’s okay,” I repeated, still giggling, this whole feeling new to me – I was in pain but I couldn’t stop laughing; was I embarrassed?

Michael let me go and quickly removed the rope from my wrists and took my hand, guiding me into the bedroom. By this time, I had stopped crying and only focused on how caring Michael was being towards me. He laid down on the bed on his side, motioning for me to do the same, and I followed, laying down on my chest with my head pointed to Michael.

“Are you mad?” I fumbled out, realizing that I was afraid that he was disappointed with me.

Michael quickly responded. “No, baby. Of course not. I’m glad you used your safe word. I just want to make sure you’re okay right now,” he replied softly, softly circling my back with his fingers.

I quickly nodded and realized I was extremely exhausted. All of that adrenaline and pain had completely worn me out.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, my voice quiet. “My ass hurts,” I smiled, chuckling to myself.

Michael grinned and raised his eyebrows. “I’ll take care of that,” he said before he began to caress my ass, his hand moving in small circles.

I looked down and realized he still had an erection through his boxer briefs; I bit my lip and moaned a little.

“Can I take care of that please, sir?” I asked playfully, looking between his eyes and his erection.

Michael looked at me with mock surprise. “You’re such a naughty girl, Hana,” he smiled, then got up onto his knees and hovered behind me, pulling me onto my knees, ass up.

He quickly rammed inside of me, and we both “took care” of each other.

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Somehow I fell asleep afterwards; it was the middle of the afternoon and I was finally getting some much-needed sleep. It must have been hours before I heard the loud doorbell ring and then loud chatter coming from the living room – I immediately recognized Emily’s voice.

“Han!” Emily barged into the room, lively with a smile on her face. “I’ve been calling you all day!”

I sat up, covering up my naked body with the sheets, and smiled at her as I scrambled my brain for a reasonable explanation.Wait, I can just tell her, can’t I?I could see Michael in the background with his hands on his hips, looking concerned that Emily had woken me.

“I’ve been catching up on sleep,” I shrugged nonchalantly. “I turned off all my electronics for the weekend,” I continued.

She made a face. “That’s not like you,” she said as she sat down on the bed beside me.

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