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Ella

It didn’t take me long to get my wrist free from the binding.

Tyler, despite managing to overpower me, didn’t do a good job of tying the knot.

I like to think that if Michael hadn’t shown up, I’d have been able to get free on my own.

If I was smart, I might have been able to get out of here and away from him.

The what-ifs don’t matter now, though. Michael showed up and saved me. In fact, he showed up so quickly that Tyler didn’t have a chance to do anything but bring me into the bedroom. I don’t have to think about what would have happened if I were left alone with him because Michael…

Michael was watching the cameras.

The realization hits me hard. I was so upset with him for spying on me that I didn’t consider that he could be doing it for my protection.

Irrationally, though, I still want to be angry at him for spying on me.

The thought of him makes my heart race, even now that he’s proven himself to be my protector.

The longer I sit here alone, the low sounds of male voices conversing in another part of my home, the more I realize that what I feel isn’t anger. It’s something that borders on primal. It’s arousal.

It’s not just because he saved me, even though that’s a huge part of why I’m feeling this way. I think I like being watched. Only by him, though. I press my thighs together, sucking in a breath as I give myself a little bit of friction.

Before I get a chance to pick those thoughts apart any further, Michael appears in the doorway. He looks calm, though there’s concern set in the lines of his face. From what I can tell, he didn’t even break a sweat. That turns me on even more.

“He’s not going to bother you ever again,” Michael says, his voice so sure, so confident that I have no choice other than to believe him. I can just imagine Tyler scurrying away like the rat he is.

“I thought I was safe here,” I say lamely, my heart pounding in my chest as he crosses the room and sits next to me on my bed.

“You are safe here,” he tells me, taking my hand – the one that was bound to the bedpost – in his own and checking my wrist for injuries. “You’re safe as long as I’m around. I promise you that, Ella.”

“I know,” I say, leaning my body against his and letting my eyes fall closed for a moment. “You saved me. Thank you.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me,” he assures me, grabbing my chin and tilting my head up.

When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me with an expression that I can’t quite read.

“I love you, Ella. This is the kind of thing I do for the people I love. I don’t expect anything in return. You being safe is enough of a reward.”

“You–” I start, my mind catching on the three word phrase. “You love me?”

“I do,” he says, even more confident now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

He cups my cheek and pulls me even closer. Our lips touch in a soft, gentle kiss. I sigh into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to lick my bottom lip.

My own tongue meets him, and our kiss deepens. He goes slow at first, like he’s trying to ensure that I’m okay. Once he realizes that I’m fine, that I want this, it’s like that same beast that was released this morning rears its head again.

Michael lies me down, dragging me up to the pillows without his mouth ever leaving mine. His hands go to the front of my robe, which somehow stayed on through the entire ordeal that happened tonight. Slowly, he unties the knot holding it tightly to my body.

“I know you were unhappy with me for watching the cameras,” he tells me, peppering kisses over my cheeks as he exposes my breasts to the warm air of my bedroom. “But I only did it to keep you safe. I couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”

“Michael,” I whisper, running my hands up and down his back as he teases my hard nipples.

“I won’t lie to you though, Ella,” he says, his mouth close to my earlobe.

His hot breath against my skin makes me shiver.

“I did like watching you in your office. You’re such a sexy little thing.

I couldn’t help myself. And when I realized how easy your cameras were, I couldn’t stop myself.

I hope you can forgive me, but I can’t promise I won’t do it again. ”

“I liked it,” I admit, my stomach swooping as I admit my feelings. “I– I think I like having you watch me.”

“Oh?” he asks as he slides the flat of his palm down my abdomen. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” I breathe as my eyes fall closed in response to his touch getting even firmer as he moves his hands lower.

“Then we’ll have to get you some better cameras,” Michael says, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. “The ones you have are way too easy to hack into. I can’t have anyone else watching my girl.”

“Uh huh,” I say, sucking in a harsh breath when he finally swipes the pad of his fingertip against my clit.

Blood rushes in my ears, and my entire world narrows to that touch. A whine is pulled out of my throat as he continues his ministrations. The motion of his hand along with the way that he’s mouthing at my neck is lighting every part of my being on fire.

“You’re so wet,” he groans in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, princess? Want me to put my fat cock in this sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” I moan, grinding my hips against the intrusion of his fingers. “Please.”

Michael groans before pulling back. Then, he works himself out of his pants as quickly as he can, standing up just long enough to kick them to the side. As he’s climbing back on top of me, he throws his shirt off too.

“God, I love how you feel around me,” he says as he pushes into my pussy. “Feels like you were made for me, Ella.”

“I was,” I say, believing those words more than anything else that I’ve said in my life. “Just for you. I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” he says, slamming into me hard enough to force a squeak out of my body. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Your soul is mine.”

“Yes,” I moan, his possessiveness heightening all of my senses. “I’m yours. Everything I am, it’s yours.”

“Fuck,” he curses before capturing my lips in a heated kiss once again.

I give him everything I have, doing my best to stay connected to this moment despite the way his thrusts are starting to make me feel a little brainless.

Michael continues to blow my mind with how good he makes me feel.

And, after this incident, I think he might know me better than I know myself.

I wonder what else he’ll be able to teach me.

I know that we have the rest of our lives together to figure everything out.

My orgasm approaches even more quickly this time around.

I never thought I’d be the kind of person who was turned on by being rescued, but I’m undeniably keyed up from seeing Michael burst in to save me before anything bad happened.

If it weren’t for how clearly into this he is, I’d probably be embarrassed about how close I am right now.

“Shit,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna cum. Your pussy feels so good. Fuck, Ella.”

“Me too,” I say, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly and thrusting up against him to encourage him to go faster. “So close.”

Upon hearing that, Michael reaches between the two of us and starts working my clit with his fingers.

The stimulation is enough to nearly make me lose my mind right there.

I can’t think of anything but the way he’s fucking me in time with the way he’s rubbing circles into the little bundle of nerves.

“Michael!” I say urgently, unsure of what exactly I’m asking for.

“Go ahead,” he says, making up my mind for me. “Cum for me. Show me how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

His permission is all it takes for me to go tumbling over the edge.

I nearly choke on the scream that escapes me, his name tasting like honey on my lips.

He erases all of the craziness that has happened in the last few months of my life, replacing it with nothing but him and the safety he provides.

I’m so overwhelmed by these feelings that I feel tears pricking in the corners of my eyes.

As my pleasure starts to wane, Michael’s climax grips him. His thrusts become shallow, lacking proper rhythm, and he bites down on my collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. Then, he fills me up with his seed, and a feral voice in my head screams for him to get me pregnant.

A few seconds after he finishes, he pulls off giving me an apologetic look. I can’t help the pout that fixes itself to my lips as he pulls his clothes back on. I don’t understand where he’s going.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling his shirt back onto his body. “I have to take care of something real quick.”

“You act like you have to hide a body,” I laugh, but he seems to freeze, not responding. “Uh, Michael?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks after a moment.

“Of course,” I say without hesitation. “I trust you with my life.”

“Then I have a lot to tell you when I get back,” he says, coming close to me again and bending down to kiss my forehead. “Just stay here. This won’t take long.”

“Okay,” I say, watching him leave.

His face is calm and collected when he walks to the doorway.

There’s a part of me that thinks that I should be afraid of what he’s capable of.

I know that he’d never turn against me, though.

He can keep me safe, and that’s all I need.

I’ve never trusted anyone the way I trust him, so no matter what he tells me, I know I’m going to be taken care of.