Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 24: Gift of a lifetime

Author's note:

This imagine is based upon the stories 'My Fucking Smooth Criminal' and 'Smooth Xscape'. In those stories, Michael has multiple personality disorder, and the one presented in this story, is the dominating one. He demands to be called 'Sir' or 'Mr. Jackson. And he calls Gail either 'Ms. Wetherby' or by emphasizing her name a certain way. Mr. Jackson is the ultimate Daddy. He doesn't make love. He fucks. And Gail is often physically disabled the day(s) after, if Mr. Jackson has been triggered somehow. But Gail loves him. We love him. But now he's in for Gail's surprise Christmas gift.

Will he be able to handle it.....?

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I woke up early Christmas morning, feeling the familiar anticipation of what the day would bring. Even though it wasn't quite the same when I was a kid myself, I was thrilled to see the joy in Annie's eyes. It was her third Christmas, and she was starting to understand what it was all about. At least a little bit. And this year, it looked like we were going to spend the Christmas with Mr. Jackson.

His hand lied casually over my stomach with his hand almost perfectly cupping my breast, and his quiet snoring tickled my ear and made me smile. God, how I loved this man! Even though his complexity could be challenging sometimes, I wouldn't trade him for anything in the whole world! And I smiled even more when I thought of last night, when he first had nailed me to the wall, before he sprawled me over the kitchen counter and brought me to ecstasy twice. I felt a shot of heat rush to my lower regions, and turned my head to look at him.

His mouth hung slightly open, as his masculine jaw was slack. And the cleft of his chin that I'd caressed so many times with my thumb, and his plump and soft lips that I'd kissed so many times, made my heart burst with warmth and love. His long, black eyelashes rested on his cheek, and randomly fluttered in his dreams. I could let myself drown in his beauty all day, if I could. But then I got an idea.

Carefully I lifted his hand, and put it on my pillow. I was careful, when I reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. I knew I had to be quick, because the thing I had in mind wasn't something Mr. Jackson was going to accept without objections. So I silently grabbed the two handcuffs, and placed one of them around his right wrist. He started to wake up as I locked his arm to the metal on the headboard. Then I pushed him over to his back, and grabbed his other wrist. And seconds after, both his hands were tied above his head.

"What the fuck are you doing, Gail?" he murmured, and his morning voice was deep and rusty. I smirked as I straddled him.

"Good morning, honey. Ready for some fun?"

"Well, yeah? But that involves you being in my position."

I chuckled devilishly.

"Oh, I'm very aware of that, Sir. But today, I'm gonna show you something we don't normally do."

"Yeah? And what's that?"

I climbed off him, and started tying his feet with a rope, that I fastened to the footboard.

"I... Am gonna teach you... How to make love. Daddy."

He smirked at the sound of the last word, but then frowned.

"What did you say?"

I climbed on top of him again, and smiled innocently, while I let my nails graze his warm skin from his shoulders and down to his stomach. I rolled my hips teasingly a few times, to make friction against his bulge. And I didn't have to wait long until I felt him harden. I caught his gaze, and cupped his cheeks as I leaned forward, and let my lips brush the surface of his. But I never fully completed the kiss. I wanted to tempt him. Make him long for release, as I slowly brought him closer. I wanted him to savor the softness of how lovemaking could be. And even though I knew it would be torture for him, and maybe even bring him close to insanity, I needed to show him this part of me. The part where I was in charge.