Page 12 of Don't Leave Me

I felt a hard slap across my ass cheek.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I corrected myself, bending my knees and lifting my ass up.

I felt another hard slap and I smiled, expecting and even wanting it.

“Greedy, greedy girl, Hana,” he continued to rub my ass, squeezing each cheek hard. “What am I going to do with you…” he went on, a statement rather than a question.

I bit my lip and waited eagerly and impatiently.

“Please, sir,” I moaned, unsure of what I was begging for.

I was startled with yet another slap, my ass stinging now.

“You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to,” he said firmly and loud.

I bit my lip to refrain from the moan I wanted to let out. I suddenly felt Michael shifting a little, getting up from the couch and leaving me on my belly, not daring to make a move without his permission.

“I need to teach you a lesson, Hana,” I heard Michael say after a moment, and I looked over to see a blindfold in his hand.

Oh my god. We’re gonna get real kinky now.

“Stand up,” he ordered, holding out his other hand for me to take.

I stood up and took his hand, then followed him into his bedroom; of course he had a four-poster bed, his room neat and clean and I’m sure filled with a whole bunch of dirty, kinky toys.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back,” he directed, walking to the other side of the bed and watching me.

I immediately and excitedly hopped on his bed and laid down, wondering what the hell he was going to do with me. I looked over when I noticed Michael going through a drawer next to his bed, and my eyes widened when I saw he was pulling out rope. He was quiet as he eyed me and smiled a little sinisterly before he leaned over the bed and put the blindfold over my eyes, tying it snugly behind my head. My heart started to race as I felt him take each arm and raise them above my head, tying them with rope and I assumed to the posts at the edges of the bed. I started to getreallyantsy when he took my legs and spread them out wide, putting rope around my ankles and tying them snugly to the posts as well.Oh my god, I can’t see what he’s gonna do to me. Oh my god. This wait is killing me.

“Now this is my absolute favorite sight to see,” I heard him say lustfully before I felt him get onto the bed between my legs, softly putting his hands to my thighs and rubbing up and down.

I bit my lip, unable to move to show him just how badly I wanted him. I couldn’t help but moan when I felt his lips softly press against my flesh on my inner and upper thigh – he started to trail upwards but stopped right when he got to my wet spot.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Hana?” I heard him ask, feeling his bare body against mine, his hands softly tracing from my belly to my breasts.

“Yes, sir. Please, sir,” I begged and moaned, trying to lift my hips but unable to.

“You’re learning quite well, Hana. You’re being such a good girl,” he said softly, his hand now grazing my slit, his finger almost inside me but not quite.

I moaned louder. “Please fuck me, sir,” I pleaded.

“Mmmm. You’re already so wet, Hana, and I’ve barely touched you,” he said, a smile clear in his voice as he finally slipped two fingers inside of me, rubbing gently.

I almost felt like I was about to come just from his touch. I moaned again, the teasing almost unbearable.

“Please,” I begged again. “Please sir!”

Michael suddenly removed his hand from me, and I could feel the bed bouncing, unsure of what he was doing. It felt like forever before I felt his touch again, this time his hands back on my thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly, and suddenly I felt his lips to my thighs, trailing up again.

I moaned, tugging my tied ankles so hard that I knew it would leave a mark. I bit my lip as he slowly made his way up, and soon enough I felt his tongue inside of me, the sensation feeling so good that I knew I was about to come.

“No!” I moaned out when he suddenly stopped, removing his lips and hands from me yet again.

“Tell me what you want, Hana,” he moaned, now almost pleading me.