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

Chapter 18

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

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It was silent, this time. In the limo, we sat gazing at one another. Personally looking at each other but never caught by one another.

And then we made a sudden stop.

"We're here sir" He turned his head back toward Michael who was calmly breathing while shifting up his glasses.

It was like that for 2 minutes until he responded.

"Hn." Michael sighed and opened the car door, led himself out. Without a word, he left inside the building.

"He's gonna be in there for a while." Said the bodyguard in the passenger seat. "I should go inside." He sighed tiredly.

"Yeah I heard, there's gonna be a lot of reporters and paparazzi." He inhaled sharply just thinking about the whole mess.

"W-Why?" I interrupted.

"Oh...Ms. Hill, I forgot you were here."The driver looked back. Michael's bodyguard left after that and he explained why. "Well... He has a girl now... Aren't you and him sharing an intimate relationship?"

I had to think about this. Cause this is supposed to be only between Michael & me... I had thought the driver knew. From what he said to me, the first time I was driven to his apartment.

Maybe there's something I don't know.

"Yes, we are.."

"Well, people are going to stick their nose in your business now. You'll probably get famous. Since you are his first real girlfriend he's had since that incident." He sighed and shook his head muttering

"Wait what accident?"

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Scene 2.
Michael sat comfortably on the cushion-patted sofa, directed facing his doctor, while she wrote something down before speaking.

"Now... I've asked you to come back in a month and tell me a conclusion of it"

"Fine, Darling" He spoke so confidently but she didn't react toward it.

"Without sex?"

He shot her a look of guilt and swallowed hard, sitting up as he rubbed his cold hands together slowly.

"Without Bondage?" She sat up, staring at him for an answer.

"Yes," He lied.

"Are you sure about that?" She shot a look at him dissatisfied.

He became silent.

"Doctor..I" He sighed, trailing off mid-sentence

"I guess it can't be helped" She got up from her chair and went over to her coffee machine.

"It's hard.."

"It's hard... Because you like to hurt women for your own pleasure" She said. Michael "It's not hard, you make it hard because you're ill"

"Why do I have to be ill? Women are ill, they like it as much as I do," he grunted, through gritted teeth.

She sighed, grabbing her coffee and stirring the sugar.

"Maybe they do, or maybe it's a past problem in their life, that they can't help.

"Why do you assume that? Why do people assume that? It's a form of pleasure." He scoffed and sat back on the sofa.

She resumed her seat.

"Does she like it?" She asked.

Michael cleared his throat, clenching his jaw and looking away constantly as if he were avoiding the question.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Y-Yes-

"Why do you hurt her?"

He became silent.

"I-I don't... She asks for it" he said.

"Does she?"

"...Not exactly" His tone of voice changes to a more surprising softer calm.

"Explain" She mumbled.

"She gets rude with me... And she does these things to get me so angry..and I just want to hurt her and fuck her and I..love it I don't know why. It just makes me go crazy." He snagged off his glasses. "I don't know why I have to explain this to you. All women are sluts and they enjoy punishment for it anyway so why do I have to be medicated-

"Because you think that way." She stopped him, crossing her arms and sitting back.

His eyes widened.

"Now I haven't met this girl yet... And yes all the girls you've told me about ..have catered to your every whim. But I'm willing to help you less this time."

"What are you exactly saying?" He squinted his eyes, confused.

"I'm saying... If you can get to know this girl and see if you can fall in love with her-

"Love?" he chuckled, cutting her off with dramatic laughter.

"Yes, love... And if you can't love her and I know you can, you just refuse because of your past. And if you can't, you can continue to do as you please without your medication...but for now, your hormones will be controlled."

He snarled, anger built in his face.

"I'll never fall in love with her-

"We will see in 2 months and Mr. Bondage." She said not looking at him but at her family picture.

"And if I do win this silly little game," he chuckled. "I get to fuck you."

She sighed.

"You were always so rude with your mouth." His mouth curled into a devilish grin.

"I can be nice with it as well" She groaned disgusted.

"Not everyone is attracted to you, Mr. Jackson."

"The first time we met," He said. "You were real hot for me."

"Ugh," She rolled her eyes. "I believe this appointment is over"

"Alright... But be prepared... Cause I don't use protection, dear." He chuckled rose from his seat slowly and exited her room.