Page 24 of Die For Me

I panicked for a moment. “Then we can make another one,” I offered.

A quick flicker of a grin washed over his face before he tried to hide it.

“So you have all the answers then, hm?”

“I try my best, sir.”

Michael narrowed his eyes at me before he finally gave me a grin.

Were we all of a sudden getting playful with each other? It felt like old times, me being the subtle little brat that I was, and him trying his hardest not to show how much I amused him.

“Okay, if this is how you want to play, Hana.” He slowly walked toward me. “Then you do as I say before he gets here. A last little soirée before I bludgeon him with my bare hands.”

My heart raced, and my chest began rising and falling quickly. Fuck, he could be so intimidating and scary.

“Yes, sir,” I responded, tears flowing down my cheeks.

Michael put his hand to my face as he looked down at me, tracing his thumb over my lip.

“When he gets here, I want you to be choking on my dick. I want that to be the first thing he sees when he walks through that door.”

As spiteful as it was, I couldn’t help but get wet at his words, at his voice, at his dominance. I knew it would destroy Jack seeing us like that, but it got me one step closer to my plan.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed out.

Michael held my hand as he took me downstairs; I was still completely naked and almost felt self-conscious being this way with Michael. He sat me down on the couch that sat directly adjacent to the front door. He went into the kitchen and started going through drawers. I eyed every inch of the living room to see if there was anything I could use to my advantage for my little plan. Well, my big plan. Only seconds later, Michael came out of the kitchen holding a butcher knife, a smile plastered on his face.

“An incentive if he, or you, tries anything funny,” he explained as he walked to the couch where I sat. “Stand up,” he ordered.

I quickly stood and waited for my next command. Michael took my seat and motioned to the floor.

“On your knees. Take my dick out and worship it.”

Fuck. His words caused an ache deep in my core that shot straight to my pussy.

I licked my lips and slowly got to my knees in front of him. I had longed for this moment for so long, to be his submissive, to give in to him. I reached my shaky hands to his zipper and pulled down his boxer briefs, his huge, hard cock springing free. I looked up at him for approval, and he nodded as he watched me take him in my hand. I noticed he had put the butcher knife on the end table beside him, his hands now pushing my hair out of my face and putting it behind my head.

“Take me all in, baby. Best as you can,” he said, his deep, velvety voice and erection making my mouth water.

I licked my lips, teasing him with my tongue first. Then I placed my mouth on his cock and tried to inch down further. His hands shoved my head down so I was literally choking on his dick, my gagging making my spit fall down to his jeans and my chin.

“Oh baby, how I’ve missed your pretty mouth around my cock,” he moaned.

I moaned as well, hoping the vibration would satisfy him even more. I did it louder as he pushed his hips up so he could get further down my throat and fuck my face.

“Touch your pussy, Hana. Make yourself come with my dick in your mouth,” he demanded, knowing I would be dripping for him.

I put my hand between my thighs and started to rub my clit, my pussy already slippery and eager for release. The tension andpleasure build, and I moaned loud as Michael fucked my face before I heard him say, “Comenow, Hana.”

My orgasm released with fury, my pussy clenching around my fingers and my moan now practically a muffled scream around Michael’s dick.

“Perfect timing, baby. He’s here.”

Michael’s cock slipped from my mouth as I looked over at the headlights approaching the house then Michael gave my face another hard slap.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, Hana. Keep your mouth on my dick,” he ordered angrily.

I hesitantly put my mouth around his hard cock, bobbing up and down as I heard a car door shut.

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