Whatever you and Kaiser had, was strictly confidential.
You’ve known him since you two were teenagers, long before he became the emperor he is on the field, long before he strived to conquer the world.
Kaiser isn’t one to settle down and get comfortable with someone. He’s just incapable of said thing.
When you two kissed for the first time, you were just drunk silly. One thing led to another and the next day you both woke up tangled under the sheets.
That day, you and Kaiser agreed to keep things “casual”. But for Kaiser, casual wasn’t casual at all. There’s nothing casual about making out with your best friend, nothing casual about late night sex or secret hotel room bookings. Nothing casual about flying you out with him wherever he goes, keeping you at arm’s length.
He’s often never seen with you in public, he pretty much prefers to keep you a secret, however, in private… boy oh boy. Things take a huge turn in private.
He tries to be gentle with you, he really tries, yet sometimes, he’s so awful and so mean. Especially today.
After finding out you had been sneaking around with other men, something in him snapped.
“— you said — no attachment—”
You managed to blurt your words out between aggressive kisses. Pressed flush against the cold wall, your shirt had already been hiked up over your breasts. Kaiser’s large hands were kneading the soft flesh with rough desperation, his thumbs rolling relentlessly with heavy friction over your nipples.
Michael pulled back less than an inch, his hot breath fanning over your face and his teeth catching on your bottom lip with a sharp tug that made you wince. His breathing was just as ragged as yours, his eyes were blown wide and dark with pure, territorial rage.
He let out a low, mocking laugh against your open mouth, the grip on your chest tightening just enough to make you gasp.
He hummed against your neck, mouth bruising your sweet flesh. “No attachment. And yet, you let someone else look at you?”
Before you could utter a word, his hand slid up from your breast, his fingers wrapping tightly around the front of your throat and pinning your head against the wall.
“You let someone else touch what is mine?”
His grip tightened at the mere thought of anyone other than him claiming what’s his. It infuriated him. His grip was tight enough to restrict your airway, forcing shallow, desperate gasps from your lips. Your hands instinctively shot up to claw at his wrist, but his arm was like iron. He didn’t budge an inch, his fingers squeezing firmly against your windpipe.
He leaned in closer, his chest pressing flat against your bare breasts. Crushing you with his solid torso. He looked down at you with his mocking blue eyes, suffocating you with his lustful and rage-fueled gaze.
“Who was it,” he demanded, the vibration of his voice rattling against your collarbones.
“Michael—” you choked out, your voice coming out small, above a whisper. You struggled to breathe, let alone answer in a full coherent sentence. He tilted your chin up with the pressure of his thumb alone, fixing your gaze so that you were looking at him. He knew what he was doing. He knew how you liked it. He knew he’s the only one who can give you what you needed. And you knew what you were doing.
“Won’t answer, huh? Guess I just gotta fuck an answer out of you,” In a swift move, he hooked his arm under you, lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.
Kaiser’s cock had been ramming inside of you for hours, pushing you past your limits. Your back arched and your toes flexed as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso, your fingernails digging into his skin, leaving red, angry crescents.
A creamy white ring of friction and fluids formed around the base of his hard member, his ears drank up all of the beautiful moans you were letting out just for him.
“Du bist meins,” he groaned out through gritted teeth, his bangs sticking to his forehead. The bed was drenched with sweat and cum, your legs shook around him and the room was wafting with the scent of sex. Black streaks of mascara and tears were staining your cheeks. “Say it, say it to me, liebling.”
“I— nnngghhmm — s-s’so good — hah —” you huffed out, his body pressed against yours making it hard to breathe. “— I’m all — hah yours —”
“Das ist eine gute Nutte.” His lips captured yours in a wet kiss, both your tongues dancing together as he released thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you.
Michael Kaiser had spent the rest of the night watching your chest move up and down, tucking stray hairs out of your face, adoring your relaxed features as you slept beside him, his hand holding yours, legs tangled up with his.
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