Page 11 of Don't Leave Me

“Let’s see…definitely Brooklyn, right?” he teased with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded. He observed me, as if my face gave away my location. My heart pounded the way he looked at me.

“Either Williamsburg or Greenpoint,” he narrowed his eyes, the train finally approaching.

I laughed and shook my head. “You probably looked that up,” I raised my eyebrows.

He smiled – a real, normal smile and not some sneaky smirk.I made Michael smile!

“So which is it?” he ignored my statement as he led me onto the train after the doors opened.

“Williamsburg,” I answered with a grin.

The train was crowded, as it usually was on a Friday evening, so we stood near the doors as Michael held onto a top rail and as I took advantage of being so close to him in a tight space. My body brushed up against his as the train started to move and I tried to hide my smile and excitement.

“Are you already trying to feel me up?” Michael asked playfully into my ear.

“I can’t help myself,” I shrugged, looking up at him through my eyelashes and matching his tone.

His sexy smirk returned. “Naughty girl,” he said quietly, putting his hand to my waist and pulling me closer to him.

We were on a crowded train but it may as well have been just us – we were in our own little sexual bubble.

I put one hand to his chest and the other around his waist and looked up at him with the best fake naïve look I could give.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I teased, biting my lip.

His eyes darkened, lustful and eager. “Oh, just you wait and see, Hana,” he said, his hand now up to my cheek.

He lowered his arm and grabbed my hand again, positioning his body away from mine, obviously on purpose: he was teasing me, punishing me. I was practically hyperventilating the rest of the 5-minute train ride, looking around at the other passengers and wondering if they had any idea how much this man was turning me on.

Five minutes later, Michael led me off the train and we hurriedly walked through the crowded street towards Tompkin’s Square Park and into an adorable brownstone on a tree-lined street. We walked up a couple flight of stairs quickly before we reached his apartment and walked in, directly into the kitchen that looked like it had brand new appliances with white marble countertops. To the right was the living room, a white leather couch in front of a grey plush rug, glass coffee table, and parallel to a big flat screen TV on the brick wall. I noticed a cabinet filled with books, notebooks, and art with fancy-looking bottles of alcohol on the bottom shelf.

I turned to look at Michael to compliment his place, but I could see the look in his eyes: his eyes were darkened as he licked his bottom lip, staring at me intently.

“Take your clothes off,” he demanded, his voice deep.

I didn’t hesitate: I began to undress myself, trying to be brave and look at Michael while I did so but failed; I looked down at my body, bashful as I pulled down my jeans.

“Look at me, Hana,” Michael ordered, and I quickly looked up at him as he stood calmly across the room, watching me.

I proceeded to undress, shaking from excitement and nervousness, already turned on. I was down to my underwear and bra and I stopped, wondering if I was supposed to go on.

“All of your clothes,” he directed, staring me up and down.

I took a deep breath and removed my bra, dropping it to the floor, then slowly pulled down my panties, throwing them a few feet away. I waited for his next demand. He smiled slowly and walked to the couch, pulling his shirt over and off his head before sitting down and making himself comfortable.Fuck, he’s sexy.

“Come here,” he said smoothly, motioning to his lap.

I bit my lip and walked as calmly as I could to him, feeling a weird mixture of self-confidence and bashfulness as he watched me with lustful eyes.

“Lay across my lap on your stomach,” he ordered, putting his arms up across the back of the couch.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god. I quickly did as he said and laid across his lap, lifting my upper half up with my elbows and waiting for his next move.

I felt his hands start to rub softly across my ass cheeks. “You’re a mischievous little one, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned out, closing my eyes, wanting more of his touch.

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