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

Chapter 16

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

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As soon as we got downstairs, his driver politely opened the door as ordered.

We stepped out and made our way to the limo.

I was let in first and then he slides in beside me.

"Good Morning, Mr. Jackson and Ms. Hill"

"Good Morning" I smile, with rosy pink cheeks.

Michael stares at me, just sitting back on the leather seat cushions.

While we made our way to where ever we were going, I felt his stare along the way.

I then clocked my head toward him and I was completely right.

"What?" I say nervously.

He sucks his lips in, letting his bottom lip gently graize over his teeth.

"Your beautiful" He says barely enough for me to hear. Maybe he didn't want me to hear. A formiliar redness formed in my cheeks and I couldn't help but grin.

"Thank you." I look down onto my lap but then I felt a hand creep under my chin and pull it up towards him.

"What did I say about that?" His eyes were different, He snarled and bit his bottom lip while looking at me. "I should fuck you hard in this car for that." I gasped looking at him like he was out of his mind.

"Sir" His driver interrupting.

"Hn.." Michael scoffed, still focused on me. He pushed his glasses up apon his nose again and responded "What Is it" He turned his attention from me.

"Theres Traffic, so we might get to the brunch a bit late." He sighs, relaxing his foot on the ped. Lifting up his hat and air dry the sweat on his heated forehead.

"Fine by me" He says, letting go of my chin and rubbing his own.

We sat in silence for a moment and then I broke the silence.

"I..I've been a fan of yours for as long as I can remember" My cheeks felt puffy with acknowledgement again.

"Really now" He spoke while looking outside the window. I fiddled with my hands and shifted in my seat.

"What made you like bondage? What pleasure does it give you?" She asked.

"Your a reporter now?" He shot a look at her. "It's what I do, it turns me on, so you either enjoy it or you could get fired." He said annoyed.

"Fired? So if I stop having sex with you, I get fired?"
I squinted my eyes, realizing how low he really was.

"You read the contract didn't you, If you agree to the terms, you are my concubine, less of a working client, so if you were to stop you'd get fired yes" He watched my expressions.

I scoffed.

"I've worked for your business for about 3 years, And I'd get fired, But why?"

"You ask to many fucking questions, you should have read the contract."

"I did read the contract, you don't have to get so rude with me!" I snapped back at him.

He looks at me with a stern face.

"I suggest you to stop talking, we are going to go to that brunch, I do what I want, when I'm done i'll give you the money and you can continue working as my client. Does that make it more clear?" He sighs.