MJ FANFIC - Mr. BONDAGE (Complete) *RE-EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 5

This story contains strong vulgar words and strong sexual content. Viewer Discretion is advised.

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10:42 Pm

That very night, Michael watched over me.

Then he began to slide himself back into his boxers.

He runs his hand through his hair.

And just when he was about to get up and leave, she grabbed his wrist gently.

"Hey.." I say in a whispery tone, half asleep. "W-What happened?" my eyes half-open looking at him.

"You passed out," He said, puckering his lips.

He got up and I sat up slowly, covering myself.

I blushed at the sight of his toned back and thick thighs. He flexed, stretched, and then relaxed his muscles. He sighed in relief.

"I'll be in the shower," He said huskily, tossing a white plain t-shirt to me from his drawer. I covered myself and looked away for a minute.

"I passed out?"

He chuckled low but it quickly faded as he responded, "Yes...luckily you recovered," glancing at me as he leaned against the bathroom door.

Was it that good, or maybe because it had been a long time?

She hugged the covers and caught his eyes still glued on her.

She bit her lip, trying not to make eye contact.

"You will not tell anyone," he spoke suddenly. "It's our business...but I won't keep this going, you're not that kind of girl," his voice was calm but stern.

"...What do you mean?" Curiosity filled her head. What was he talking about? He sighed and closed his eyes, getting closer to the bed. He dug his knee into the bed and crawled up to her.

"Kristy, I'm not normal," a serious look on his face.

She suddenly beamed and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Of course you are," she spoke softly.

He removed her hand harshly.

"No, I'm not," looking into her eyes determinedly. "It wasn't my intention to put you in this situation," he said deeply.

"Michael... I know this is wrong, but I'm fine," I said, placing my hand on my forehead. "For now," he scoffed.

"I'm fine, I woke up, didn't I?...next time won't be like that," she chewed on her lip, gripping the sheet to cover the rest of her revealed cleavage.

"Next time won't be like this," he sighed and shook his head, standing up.

"What are you talking about? I mean, we don't have to make love again," she said in a worried tone.

"Kris," he cut her off. "I don't make love," placing his hand on his drawer top. "I fuck brutally." Her throat became dry and she stared at him.

"...That...that's fine, I'm okay with that."

He sighed again and turned around, reaching out his hand.

She hesitantly took it as he pulled her naked body from the sheets. She gasped. "What are you doing?"

He flicked an unfamiliar switch on the wall, and quietly the clear wall turned around, revealing things I should have thought of the day before.

He had chains, whips, black & gold rope, gags, dildos, different kinds of vibrators, plastic latex ropes, and even crafted tools that had his initials on them.

I blushed heavily. Is he some sort of freak?

With his eyes glued to me, as if he wanted a comment from me, I stood in shock and gulped.

"...What is all of this for?" I asked, laying my fingertips on my cheek, and crossing my arms feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Sex," he responded.

I slowly reached out for the braided gold rope. He watched.

"And...you...tie women up and..." I gulped.

"Fuck them," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, I do."

I looked at him through crossed arms.

"How many women that worked as your clients did this?" I asked, chewing on my lip again. "Just you," he said. "The other women wanted this, but for you, this is an offer."

Is he...a pimp or something? I see why people can't read him; it's all in his private life. But then again, after the amazing sex I had with him, I don't see myself saying no. Wouldn't that make me a business whore? I'm not even like that.

"What exactly are you offering?" I turned my head to him.

He sucked his lips into his mouth and raised her chin.

"Bondage within Business...no strings attached," it became silent.

"Like?" I narrowed my eyebrows.

"No Romance, Just straight sex, And listening to my orders, and if you don't, it'll be more than just fucking," he said, chuckling, pressing his forehead to hers.

She glided her hand up the muscles of his chest, touching the pack and running her hand across his nipple, reaching up to his neck and rubbing up and down on the skin.

"Yes," she licked her bottom lip.

He took her arms and walked out of the room after flicking the switch. The room disappeared behind the walls and they made their way into the bathroom.

There they stood in the shower, sharing kisses, sucking on each other's tongues under the steaming water.

Moments later, she had put on his shirt and looked incredibly cute in it.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, causing her to blush and smirk.

Both of their hair remained dripping while he kissed her again.

"You should get going after breakfast," he spoke with his lips in the middle of her forehead. "May I ask you about this Bondage?" she said, smelling his shirt with his axe scent.

He made an easy expression and sighed normally.

"What about it?"

"What...is it really about?" He raised his eyebrow, now getting dressed in another fine suit of his. He came over to me. "I have another task for you, Ms. Hill," he smirked.

I looked up at him, feeling nervous even after sex.

"I want you to go home, visit Pornhub, and search 'bondage'...and then come back to me if you're honestly up for the consequences," he buttoned the last button on his shirt and walked past her.

"P-Porn?"

"Yes..."

I never thought it could be like this...ever.