#bottom michael

 Creak- The bedpost groaned as Michael strained his arms. Struggling against the binds that refused to fold. “Aww… don't make that face now.” Your voice was honey sweet and dripping with a condescending edge as you looked down at the man in front of you, who huffed exasperated. His face twists into an aggravated glare despite the heaving of his chest or the twitching of his hips. “Seeing you like this just makes me wanna tease you more.” Nails drag down the front of Michael’s chest, leaving light red marks as you watch the muscles strain under your touch. Your nails stilled at his navel, drawing the man’s eyes to where you both were joined together. He was completely inside of you, having been there for what felt like hours at this point.

Michael strained against his binds futilely. The creaking makes you chuckle, spurring you to roll your hips just slow enough to make the man below you groan, his head hitting the pillow as it's thrown back in frustration. You watched, satisfied, as Michael’s glare falters as you begin to move against him once more. His eyes became desperate as his fists balled up, the knuckles turning white, tugging on the binds. “You can struggle all you want,” You said, leaning over him, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Both of us know you aren't getting out of these knots till I let you out.” One of your hands rests on the rope keeping Michael’s arms tethered to the bedpost, stilling his struggling despite him being much stronger than you. The killer felt small as you leered over him, your gaze predatory and cruel as he struggled to choke down his moans. His legs shook against his will as he felt himself teetering on the edge once again. Your hips swayed back and forth hypnotically. He felt your walls constricting around him, a moan leaving your lips as his tip brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you.

“Is someone gonna cum again?” Each word whispered in Michael’s ear had him teetering closer to the edge. Your breathy gasps and short moans had the killer’s head spinning, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure washing over him. His own sounds of pleasure came out crude and gruff as he lost control. Snapping his hips jolted you upward, making you gasp as he came again, having lost count of how many times he'd been pulled to the edge by you tonight.

The handle of the blade in your hands was heavy the handle too big for your own fingers to fully wrap around but as you eyed Michael who was tied down to your bed his eyes wide with shock and lust you found yourself gripping the knife harder. A small smile curled on your lips as Michael length stood fully erect just at the image of you straddling his lap before him fake blood covering your chest and thighs pre his request. "You like this Michael?" you asked pressing the tip of the bloodied knife against the middle of his chest.

His breath hitched and his member twitched from where it sat just inches away from your own groin. "I asked you a question," you said digging the blade into his skin before dragging it down cutting a thin line down his chest. Quickly after that, he was nodding not letting his eyes leave the metal tip that was cutting through his flesh. "It would be so easy for me to just let this knife sink into your chest cutting you completely open." you mussed jolting as Michael's hips rutted upward at the idea of you cutting him open. You slammed your hips down keeping his own pinned beneath you.

"So easy for me to just end you," you said the knife now hovering above his naval. "But you'd like that wouldn't you Michael?" after some hesitation Michael coyly nodded a deep flush on his face and neck.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight of him so submissive under you. So willing to let you do whatever you wanted to him.