Page 18 of Die For Me

“Jack was right. You like being scared, don’t you?”

He easily slid another finger into me, his hard cock bulging inside his pants.

I nodded, my heart audibly beating inside my ears. I had dreamt about another reunion with Michael, but in no way wasthisever a possibility in my mind.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? You want chaos. You want fear. You want it rough and dirty,” he continued, his mouth trailing kisses down the back of my thigh and one hand holding up my tied ankles.

“Yes,” I breathed out, closing my eyes and trying to take my mind to its empty bliss, something I was accustomed to now.

Michael removed his fingers from me and then slapped my ass.

“I think you’re doing this on purpose. Do you want to keep pushing me, Hana?” His voice was so eerily calm.

“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” My words were on autopilot now.

“Oh come on, Hana.” He slipped two fingers back inside me. “Now you’re going to behave? I was starting to enjoy bratty Hana.”

There was a stillness for a moment as Michael let go of my ankles and released his fingers from me yet again. I moaned with disapproval and desire.

“Michael, please,” I begged, my eyes closed.

I couldn’t believe I was begging for him while literally enslaved by him; that’s just what he did to my body.

“Say that again, Hana,” he ordered, smacking my ass hard again.

“Please. Please, sir,” I breathed out.

Michael let out a soft laugh that made me open my eyes. My heart dropped when I realized he was holding his phone above us, recording this moment. I started to cry, knowing that Jack was going to see this.

He lowered his phone to face only him now. “See how quickly she succumbed to me, mate? I’ve had her for only a few hours and she’s already begging me—”

“No, Jack! We’re in Cos Cob in Greenwich—”

I was immediately interrupted by Michael tossing his phone to the ground and grabbing my neck. He squeezed hard, his body above mine and his eyes clouded with rage. I started to get lightheaded as Michael put his other hand to my neck, squeezing tighter. I kicked my legs out, my eyes fluttering shut, before hefinally let go. I gasped for air and the endorphins rushed through me, a mixture of tears and laughter and pleasure.

“You really are a sick fuck, aren’t you?” Michael’s eyes were nearly bulging out of his head as he stared down at me.

I nodded. “Do your worst.” And then I spat at him.

Michael seemed truly shocked as he dismounted me. He grabbed his phone and took something from a drawer beside the bed then revealed the duct tape in his hand.

“For your filthy fucking mouth.”

He stuck a piece to my mouth and then quickly removed my shoes. He easily tore my jeans apart before ripping off my thong. He continued by tearing open my shirt, exposing my bare tits and leaving the shreds on either side of me. I turned and saw his phone recording video on the dresser in front of the bed.

“Perfect,” Michael whispered to himself. “Wait.”

Suddenly, Michael removed the duct tape from my mouth and pressed his lips firmly onto mine. I couldn’t help but kiss him back. Our tongues swirled together desperately before I snapped out of the trance and bit down hard on his lip.

“Fuck!” Michael yelled, hovering over me.

He quickly pressed the tape back to my mouth, and I giggled triumphantly. I eyed the blood on Michael’s lip and raised my eyebrows at him. His tongue collected the red drops and then he spat down at me, the mixture of his saliva and blood on my face and tits. He pulled out his hard cock and started stroking. The tingle deep in my core and pussy made it abundantly clear that I was ready for him.

“Funny, is it?”

He grabbed my bound ankles, lifted them in the air, and then quickly thrust himself into me, making me scream out with pleasure. He pounded into me furiously and moaned loud over the sound of our bodies slapping together. The tape muffled my moans and screams. Just as I was about to come, he pulled outand quickly flipped me over onto my stomach. I moaned with disapproval until his cock started to enter my ass. My moans turned into screams when he fully plunged himself into me, deep and hard. Jack was kind enough to use lube, but Michael gave me no mercy. Tears started streaming down my face, my screams loud and muffled, when Michael pulled out and poured liquid on my ass.Thank fuck: lube. He rammed back inside of me, his thrusts filling me with more pleasure than pain now. I felt shame as my orgasm grew close as Michael tugged my head back with his fist in my hair.

“You better come loud, Hana. I want him to know who you belong to,” he whispered in my ear right at the release of my orgasm.

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