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

Chapter 20

What was she doing to him, it was like he became the concubine for the first time. It was quite serious.

He found himself, lying on top of her, receiving nibbles on his neck from her as he proceeded to thrust slowly inside of her. She clung to him.

His damned cheeks were noticeably red like wine and she had seemed to be aiming for his weak spot.

They made intense eye contact, while he thrusted and panted.

Something must have been wrong about him at this moment. He actually loved it. Loved being slower than faster, he felt the sparks more. The sweet sex and love between the feelings.

His lips parted, coming to hers slowly, and took her lip into his mouth. They kissed passionately. And for the first time, he felt nothing like himself. He felt free of judgment and it overwhelmed him.

His lips parted, his head lifted to see her eyes and he panted heavily.

He sighs and smiles. She slightly parted her lips and glanced into his eyes.

"Why do.. You feel pleasure when you hurt women?" she asks softly.

His smile turned into a frown and he seemed annoyed to answer. For she had not known that this is still the same Michael, who is a complete jerk but at this moment, it's hard to tell.

He takes the ends of her hair and plays with it, looking into her eyes.

"You don't need to worry about that ...we're just having sex," he says in a gargling sleepy tone of voice.

He brushed her hair back and kept going.

She wrapped her arms around his back and he gulped, his eyes twinkling at each moment. But Suddenly he just stops and lets her.

"It's okay" she whispers in his ear.

His eyes twinkled, feeling sympathy, his eyes began to burn and he knew at that moment he'd soon shed tears.

He slowly removed her hands and arms pushing them back.

"Cut the shit already Kristy! " He grunted, feeling his eyes starting to burn and water. Luckily it was dark and she couldn't tell. She looked back into his bright brown eyes.

He panted hard and gulped once more before removing himself from her. He quickly got up and left the room furious and ran into the bathroom, slamming it behind himself.

He gripped the sink and clenched his teeth infuriated. Tears shed violently down his puffy red face. He hissed, trying not to cry. Or get the images of his dirty childhood and what horror he had to accept. And what he became.

His hands turned red from squeezing the sink so tightly, looking down into the sink he cried silently.

"Damn women, what would she know..she knows not a damn thing, that is" he grunted before washing his face.

Kristy sat up, covering herself with the sheets, she looked toward the door as if he were to come back but he didn't. And right then and there, the night was over for the both of them. And it ended with reassuring care.

The next morning

Michael woke in his bed, face red, for he had cried even after the washing of the tears. He looked toward his clock

8:45 am

He sighs and turns his head to the window where he has always maintained a great view in every room.

His worn-out eyes, blinked slowly as he looked outside.

He got up and took a shower, letting the droplets of water hit his scarred back, soothing and mixing in with his lazy tears from the night before. He got out 30 minutes later, fully dressed in a fine suit, and hair laid back with a curl famously hung in front of his face.