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“It missed me,” Michael said.
 
“And there are files that weren’t taken.
 
But someone had been in my personal files, including the ones about you.”
“You have files about me?” Elena asked.
“Yes,” Michael said simply. “I keep everything carefully organized.
 
But as soon as I discovered that they had your information, I knew that they would try to get to me through you.
 
I couldn’t let that happen.”
“I’m here,” Elena assured him.
 
“Always.”
 
She smiled at him and he placed his hand on the side of her face.
“I don’t know what I would do without you, Elena,” Michael said and there was a vulnerability about him that Elena found endearing.
“You won’t ever have to find out,” she assured him.
 
She could feel him tremble and she sensed that he was holding back.
“Whoever set the bomb must have been caught by surprise because he attacked me.
 
Punched me in the ribs and got away.”
Knowing that whoever had stolen Michael’s files had still been in his house while he was home was frightening to Elena and she forced herself not to think about what could have happened to him.
 
They were safe and together and that is all that mattered.
“I’ve never been this angry,” Michael said and Elena saw the struggle he was having.
 
She wanted to help him calm down however she could.
“I know,” Elena said, still holding his hand and watching him.
 
“You need a release.”
 
It was more of a statement than a question and Michael looked at her.
“Take it out on me,” Elena said simply.
 
“Use me.
 
Release your frustration and rage.”
 
Elena was offering herself up for whatever Michael needed.
 
“I want you to do whatever you need, Michael.”
“I could hurt you,” Michael said, frowning.
“I know,” Elena said simply.
 
“I trust you.”
 
She didn’t want to say anything further, didn’t want to feel as though she was pushing Michael so she just watched him.

Chapter 5

The change that came over Michael was immediate and now Elena trembled.
 
“Get naked.
 
Now.
 
Kneel,” Michael said.
 
His voice was cold and Elena scrambled to obey.
 
She knew he needed this – and she did as well.
 
The thought of being separated from him was unbearable.
 
Knowing that he had been so close to danger did something to her, made her feel like she needed to connect with him.
Elena removed her clothes quickly and threw them into a pile, her mind clear as she knelt.
 
She put her head down and looked at the floor, ready to submit to Michael.
 
With her head down, she did not see where Michael retrieved the rope, but she smiled to herself to see how much rope Michael had, even on his jet.
 
She was surprised at how rough the rope was against her skin.
“Hands behind you,” he ordered and Elena obeyed.
 
Michael pulled the rope tight around her wrists and she whimpered.
“I could have lost you,” he said again as she knelt there and he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back.
 
His hands were rough and she gasped, but she wanted to give him her submission totally.
“Hurt me,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“I will,” he said.
 
He reached down and pinched her nipple until she moaned.
 
Then he pinched her harder.
Michael blindfolded her with a piece of fabric and the sensation was disorienting.
 
She could feel the plane move beneath her and without her sight, she became more acutely aware of every other sensation.
Elena felt the rough rope against her breasts as Michael circled the sensitive flesh.
 
He pulled the rope tightly, making a harness that Elena could not see but which she could definitely feel.
 
Her breasts felt heavy and when Michael pinched them, she shrieked.
Michael pushed her forward and without her hands to brace herself, she landed with her face pressed against the carpet.
 
Her breasts pressed against the floor and she tried to twist herself into a more comfortable position, but it was not possible.
 
Her ass was thrust lewdly into the air and she felt awkward, on display and helpless – just as she needed to feel.
Elena felt a sharp strike against her ass and she nearly jumped up. There was no warm up, just the sting and she cried out.
 
She had no idea what he was using, but whatever it was stung and though Elena tried to hold still, she couldn’t help but try to move out of the way.
 
Michael struck her again and again and it hurt, but she tried to absorb the pain.
The pain and the darkness made Elena afraid but she also trusted Michael and the trust was essential.
 
She trusted him to not go too far, to use her and to take care of her as well.
“Fuck them,” Michael said, the anger still evident in his voice and though Elena knew he wasn’t angry at her, the sound still made her tremble.
“Fuck them,” Elena said, anger in her own voice, but Michael did not respond.
 
She wished that she could see his face, but not being able to see definitely enhanced the sensations.
 
The strikes were coming faster and harder now and Elena whimpered and moaned.
Elena pulled against the ropes that held her wrists, certain that she was making quite a picture for Michael to see.
 
She squirmed and though she was not bound to anything, she tried to keep still.
 
The implement Michael was using was making that very difficult for her.
“Hold still,” he admonished, his voice still cold and the reminder made Elena blush.
 
She was certain that her face was just as red and her ass must be and she also knew that her cunt was wet.
She tried to make herself open and available to him.
 
To Michael.
 
Her love.
Elena had no idea was he was using on her, but she cried out from the sting.
 
She tried to hold it in so he wouldn’t know how much it hurt.
 
Surely he had to know how it hurt her, but she bit her lip, trying to hold in the pain.
“I want to hear you, slut,” Michael said and Elena felt her pussy drip from those words.
 
His words.
 
His voice.
 
It was all perfect.
 
She was so wet, almost painfully so.
 
There was no hiding that from Michael and she loved that.
Again and again he struck her and Elena cried out, her screams muffled by the carpet beneath her.
 
“It hurts,” she cried.
 
It also felt good, though, to be able to tell Michael how she felt.
“It’s supposed to,” he said.
 
“Your wet cunt isn’t protesting, is it?”
“No,” she said.
 
The evidence was dripping down her legs.
 
Her ass felt as though it was bright red and her heavy breasts were pressed against the carpet.
“No, Sir,” he said, striking her again, as though a reprimand.
“No, Sir,” Elena replied.
 
She liked the way the word sounded coming from her mouth and it made her feel even more submissive.
“Better,” he said.
 
“I want you to call me ‘Sir’.
 
Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Elena said.
 
She could feel tears welling up behind the blindfold, tears that she needed to release.
 
She knew that the release she needed wasn’t just physical, though – it was also intensely mental.
Elena felt the stinging stop and she was thankful for the brief respite.
 
Michael rubbed his hands over her ass, his hands feeling cool against her warm, tortured flesh.
 
“You look good in red, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied automatically.
 
He had never called her “slut” before, but she found that her body reacted strongly to it.
 
The sudden aching in her cunt was much worse than the ache in her ass.
 
She wanted to pull him inside of her.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
 
Elena knew that he had to see how very much she wanted that.
 
She was still feeling a throbbing in her ass, but she arched her back as much as she was able, wanting to show him just how excited she was.
Elena felt herself being opened by something being shoved into her pussy.
 
It wasn’t his cock, she knew, but she could not quite identify what it was.
 
It was thick and long – maybe a handle of some sort? – but she felt it deep within her.
 
She screamed at the invasion, more out of fear than out of pain.
 
She was having more trouble holding still.
“You don’t like my friend, slut?” Michael asked and Elena was again surprised by the cold tone of his voice; it was unlike anything she had heard from him before.
 
It was also absolutely erotic.
 
The more he called her “slut,” the more he fucked with her, the closer she felt to him.
 
“You want this, don’t you, slut?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.
 
I do.
 
I want whatever you will give to me.”
 
As he worked it in and out of her, whatever it was hurt her.
 
She felt herself completely lose control as the tears began soaking the blindfold and streaming down her face.
 
It was true, so true; she wanted what he would give to her.
She had not realized that she would react so strongly to the humiliation of his taunts, but she did.
 
She couldn’t help the way she responded and though she wanted to hold back, the larger part of her knew that she couldn’t hold back.
 
She needed to be herself, completely herself and she felt Michael reached between her legs.
 
His fingers worked their magic as they danced across her clit.
 
She moaned again as the pleasure and pain built and combined inside of her and her desire for Michael was growing stronger.
“Do you want to cum, you greedy little slut?” Michael asked as he worked the thick handle in and out of her.
“Yes, sir,” she cried out into the carpet, her voice raspy from arousal and from her tears.
 
“Yes, please.”
 
Elena felt like she was getting lost within the sensations.
 
It hurt.
 
Oh, fuck it hurt.
 
But it also felt good, the pain and pleasure and the total submission to Michael.
“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers away and yanking at the object inside of her and pulling it out.
 
She gasped again and Michael resumed striking her.
 
She cried out in frustration and pain and Michael chuckled.
 
Her ass was thrust out, just begging for his use and abuse.
 
It hurt, but she reminded herself that she could take the pain.
 
Oh, fuck, yes, she would take it – whatever he chose to give to her.
“Hurt me, Sir,” she begged, her voice ragged in her throat.
 
“Oh, please.
 
Please.”
He struck her several times in succession and she screamed again.
 
“Oh, I’ll hurt you, slut,” he said and his own voice was less cold now.
 
She concentrated on the pain, trying to get beyond it, knowing that although it hurt, it was also good.
 
She felt the pain stop and suddenly Michael was inside of her.
 
His weight pressed against her sore ass and pushed her breasts painfully into the ground, but she didn’t care.
 
He was in her.
“Elena,” he moaned as he buried his cock to the hilt.
 
“Oh, fuck, Elena.”
 
His own voice was hoarse and Elena pushed up against him as much as her position would allow.
 
She needed him and she felt his own need, hard and deep.
 
This was Michael, her Michael and she wanted him.
He thrust in and out of her, filling her and she moaned.
 
“Fuck me,” Elena said, her words getting lost in the carpet, but Michael plunged into her again and again.
 
Elena tried to spread her legs as much as she was able and Michael’s hand went between her legs again, rubbing her clit.
“Come for me, Elena,” Michael said and Elena could feel his breath warm against her back.
 
He was thrusting against her sore ass and the pain of her ass along with the pleasure of Michael’s cock and fingers made the orgasm build within her.
“Oh, Michael, Michael,” she moaned.
 
Elena was lost in it, lost in all of it and she felt the sensations building within her until the waves of pain and pleasure crested and floated through her.
She wanted to pull him toward her as she came, but with her hands tied, she could not.
 
Instead, she cried out loudly and Michael’s fingers fell away.
 
She wanted to open herself fully for him and wanted to give him everything he gave to her.
 
She felt her body grow limp, but Michael’s cock was still deep inside of her.
 
He thrust against her, his hand buried in her hair.
“I love you,” he said as he came deep within her.
 
“I love you.”
 
He repeated it and she felt his love as he collapsed against her.
 
Elena hoped that he had felt as much pleasure as he had given her.
 
The words he repeated made her feel complete, made her feel special knowing that Michael felt for her what she felt for him.
Elena felt the release and it was more than just orgasm – though that had been incredible – but an intense emotional release as well.
 
Michael removed the blindfold and wiped the stray tears from her face.
 
He kissed her face gently before untying her breasts.
 
Michael untied her wrists and Elena could see the deep grooves left by the rough rope. Michael rubbed her wrists, trying to soothe the marks with his hands.
Michael rubbed the marks on her breasts and Elena gasped, though his touches were very tender.

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