I am so sorry that I was gone for so long! Life has been a bit of a bitch.
10. “Aren’t we a little busy for you to be this horny?”
21. “Fuck me properly or I’ll find someone else to do it.”
Content Warning: 18+ ONLY, dom!Michael (I didn't specify if it was Michael!Adam or Michael!John), hair pulling, mentions to rough sex
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I hadn't noticed how Michael was acting at the time. We had just been too busy for me to pay much mind to it. I was stuck in tunnel vision, I'll admit it.
I hadn't noticed it until he dragged me off to my room for some privacy.
I was cut off by him slamming his lips against mine. Rough and hungry. His tongue forced its way into my mouth as he shoved me back against the wall. I let out a shocked moan and he grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the wall. He pulled away for a matter of seconds.
"Aren't we a little busy for you to be this horny," I asked through a breathy chuckle, trying to ignore how horny I had gotten.
He ignored me, lips moving to my neck. I whined instantly. The power Michael had over me was insane. My perfect angel.
His teeth nipped at my skin, making me whimper at the slight pain. His nails dug into my wrists a little. My hips rolled towards his, trying to find some tension from him. He pressed his leg in between mine, knee pressing into my core.
He only let go of my wrists to push my clothes off. My shirt thrown away. Bra almost trashed. Pants and underwear just barely kicked out from beneath my feet. But he was still dressed.
Michael pinned me again, clothed knee pressing against my core. One of his hands held both of my wrists above my head. His other hand groped at my chest.
I only could handle the teasing for so longer. I almost growled at him as I pulled back enough for him to look at me again. The intensity in his eyes should've made me pause. They didn't.
"Fuck me properly or I'll find someone else to do it," I spoke in low voice. My teeth gritted. I knew there was a wet spot on his leg now. He knew how much I needed him.
He pulled away from me before pointing at my bed, "Bend over. Now."
I must've paused for a moment too long.
When I didn't move or speak, he grabbed my hair and pulled on it. My head jerked back. I yelped but bit my lip as my eyes rolled back for a moment.
"I told you to bend over," Michael spoke right into my ear. His voice made me shiver. It felt like it traced my spine.
I let him almost throw me onto my bed. I knelt on the mattress. I rest on my knees, the top of my body bent down. I was basically on display for him.
I let out a quiet moan as the tip of Michael's finger dragged along my pussy.
"I'll show you who you belong to," he said.
It was going to be a long night. A long, fantastic night.