Page 25 of Don't Leave Me

I felt my breathing speed up.Oh my god.

“I thought you didn’t want me to expect any of that from you,” I blurted out.

That’show you respond to that, Hana? Are you fucking nuts?

He smiled a little bit. “I’m crazy about you, Hana. I’m gonna try my best with all of this,” he raised his eyebrows as he motioned at the space between us.

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I smiled and put my hand up to his scruffy cheek, wanting him more ever.

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, giving him my crooked smile.

His eyes widened a little – I had said the magic words.

“Take off your robe,” he ordered.

I bit my lip and shrugged my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the edge of the bed. Michael gazed down at my breasts and then flicked his eyes back up to mine.

“Stand up,” he instructed quietly, his eyes darkening.

Afterwards, we laid on my bed side by side, staring at each other with googly eyes. At least that’s how I knew mine looked. Michael lifted himself up a little bit and got closer to me, then pulled me up so that his arms were around me –we’re cuddling!My heart did some more flips and turns.

“So, this is called cuddling. It’s what people do when they like each other,” I explained playfully, my hand resting on his chest.

He chuckled a little bit. “I quite like it,” he played along.

I smiled up at him and bit my lip.Oh, there’s that lip biting. I seemed to do it more when he was around.

“I’ve never met anyone who’s been so enthusiastic to be a submissive as you are,” he said lightly, running his hand through my hair.

“I like you telling me what to do,” I raised an eyebrow.

His eyes lit up again. “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?” he smiled.

I nodded, nuzzling my nose into his chest.

“We should sit and have a conversation about this – about our sexual relationship and what we both like and dislike. Communication is very important in a dominant/submissive relationship,” he explained very seriously.

A dominant/submissive relationship? There’s a label right there.I let it go and nodded.

“So I’m yours…your submissive?” I felt completely naive at this new lingo of mine.

He nodded. “If you’d like. And I’ll be your dominant – inside the bedroom, and out if that’s what you want,” he went on.

The idea was so exciting to me: me submitting to him, doing whatever he wanted me to, sexually or otherwise.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” I smiled eagerly, feeling my eyes widened a little bit.

He grinned back, satisfied. “Good. We’ll talk about it later – but now, I need to use the restroom,” he said as he got up, giving me a kiss on the forehead before he put his boxer briefs on.

I watched his body with admiration. “It’s across from my room, next to the front door,” I pointed.

He nodded and walked out of my room. I noticed John and Billie sitting on the couch and watching TV from where I laid on the bed –oh, shit…John just saw the half-naked, beautiful Michael come out of my room. There’s no doubt he’ll tell Jack. Jack…sweet, sweet Jack. I quickly shrugged my robe back on and went out to the kitchen to get some water, John and Billie eyeing me as I walked in the dark, trying to be inconspicuous. The light from the refrigerator shined brightly as I opened it and as Michael came out of the bathroom. I grabbed two bottled waters and quickly walked back into my room, following Michael. He closed the door behind us as I hopped back into bed, waiting for him to do the same.

“You’ve got quite the vinyl collection,” he said, observing the hundreds of vinyl albums that were organized neatly in a large bookcase.

“I’ve been collecting vinyl since I was young. A lot of albums came from my aunt Jenny,” I explained.

I had a lot to reveal to Michael about my past, and my current, situations.

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