So I would like to dedicate this chapter to @ChristinaMBecknell. She is very supportive. Thank you so much for the votes and comments. Stay tuned because this book has soo much more to come. Thank you again. And I would also like to dedicate this chapter to @BeyondBittersweet and @Jamaican_babe and Mokie_love. For they are good friends and I love them dearly. They are all VERY SUPPORTIVE and motivated me to do better and I appreciate it. Thank you again. I know..I know. Enough with the blah blah blah crap let's get this started. Enjoy

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When we got home, we ate dinner and I helped Lisa settle down in the guest house. She was very reluctant at first but then came to terms.

I'm in the shower now washing my hair. I kept hearing things in the bathroom. I thought I was hallucinating or something. I ignored it and continued to wash my hair.

I heard the door creak open and I froze. I slowly opened the shower door and looked out.

No one was in here. That's so weird. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to washing my hair.

I felt a pair of hands on my lower back and turned around.

No one was there

What the fuck.!!?

I turned back around and almost died.

"Michael what the fuck. You scared the shit out of me."

Michael was right in front of me smiling from ear to ear. His eyes roamed my body and I felt embarrassed again. I covered myself and turned my head the other way from him.

"Michael can you leave. Please"

"What. Why are you hiding...again?"

"Michael please?"

"Okay love. Whatever the queen wants she shall get. I'll be waiting in the threshold for you so don't take all day. I think Mikey jr wants some kitty cake and vanilla ice cream."

"Oh my god. Okay whatever Michael. You're so nasty."

"I know. And you love it"

He walked out of the shower naked and into the bedroom. After finishing up in the shower I walked out into the room with just a towel over my body.

I walked to the dresser and pulled out my bra and underwear an a T-shirt with some jogging pants.

I placed my items on, except for the jogging pants.

"Don't even think about putting those on girl."

"Why?"

"C'mere"

"Why?"

"C'mere baby girrrll"

"Why?"

Ok so I know I'm annoying him but he is begging for me to come to him. Like that is so hilarious. His face is red and his eyes are fixed on my body. He looks up to my eyes and uses his index finger motioning me to come to him.

"Why?"

"Do I have to discipline you. Why are you disobeying me girl? I said c'mere"

"Oh god I'm scared" I spoke in sarcasm. He looked at me for a long time. His eyes held lust and passion

"Do I have to discipline you girl?"

"What am I 2 years old?"

"Oh no sweetheart. You don't ask questions here. I do. Now I said do I need to discipline you?"

"For what Michael. And what the hell do you mean 'discipline'?"

"That's strike two already baby girl. I would advise you to stop while you are ahead."

"What are you talking about strike 2. What do you even mean by that?"

"Strike one was when you disobeyed me by not coming to me when I asked and told you to nicely"

"And?"

"Strike two was from that bad mouth of yours."

"You see Michael, you are very funny."

"Hmm. I don't think I'm being funny right now."

"Ok what ever Michael hahaha. Whatever you say"

I start to put the jogging pants on

"Don't put them on I said fee"

"Michael fuck that I'm going to bed comfortable. I am not about to sleep in a t-shirt."

"That's strike 3"

In one swift movement he was off of the bed and pinned me to the walls.

Ok so I might have passed the line but dang he was strong.

My breathing picked up and I looked him into his eyes and spoke very shockingly

"M-Michael what are y-you d-doing?"

" I see you don't believe that fat meat is greasy."

"I'm sorry"

"Oh no no no princess, you see now I have to discipline you. I told you that you should've stopped but you didn't."

"I said I'm sorry Michael."

"You see that mouth....that pretty little sexy mouth of yours gets you into a lot of trouble. Should I discipline you?"

"No"

"Any why not?"

"Because I'm to old for that for one, and for two I didn't do anything wrong"

"So you say?"

"Can I just go to bed?"

"No. But you can go lay on it until I get back. And if you fall asleep I promise you, you will regret it"

I quickly walked over to the bed and watched as Michael put his robe on and left the room.

What have I done?

What the hell is he going to do to me.

Five minutes later Michael walked back into the room. He closes and locks the door. He has a bag in his hand. I wonder what's in it?

"What's that baby?"

"Don't speak"

"Why?"

"Don't speak and don't ask questions do as I say"

"But why Michael. Can I just go to sleep"

"You are a very hard headed person."

"Michael I am tired. I just want to sleep. Please?"

"No"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"

"That's it. I'm tired if this. Lie down on your back now"

"I don't have a problem with that. I'm going to sleep Michael"

"Oh. You are not going to sleep baby girl open your eyes and watch everything I do"

He reached into the bag and pulled out a whip, 2 pairs of handcuffs and rope.

"What the hell Michael!!?"

"Be quiet"

"No!! what are you doing?"

"Fine scream all you want. I'm pretty sure you are going to be doing that all night"

He cuffed my hands to the headboard and tied my feet down to the end of the bed.

He grabbed the whip and looked at me

"You ready baby?"

"Hell no!!"

He walked towards me and chuckled. He sat on the bed beside me and I looked at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Disciplining you"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to get discipline"

"It's to late"

He roughly ripped my t-shirt in half and traced the whip across my skin.

"Now. What do you think I should do with this whip? should I give you a spanking or should I whip you roughly. Your choice. Five seconds. Pick....5..."

He counted down. He is crazy.

"4..."

Should I take the spanking or the rough whipping?

"3.......2....."

Oh god. Uhhh ugh Michael god how dare he?

"1... What's your choice?"

"A spanking?"

"Hmm okay. Your choice, your voice, your wish"

He stripped me from my clothes (the very little I had on which was my bra and panties an my ripped t shirt) and tossed them onto the floor. He untied my legs from the rope and un cuffed me.

Thank god. He then tied my hands together with the rope and stood me up onto the floor. He bent me over and my tied hands was on the bed. I prepared myself for my punishment.

"How do you want it?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want it to be easy or gentle?"

"What's the difference?"

"If I'm gentle with you then it won't hurt. At least I don't think."

"Umm I don't know."

"I'll choose"

He grabbed the whip and slacked my ass with it

"Ow that hurts Michael"

He did it again and I cried out in pain.

"Michael stop please it hurts."

"Where there is pain, there is pleasure"

He hit me again and it stung. Ok so I'm crying now and I just want it to stop.

"Michael please I'm sorry. You're hurting me"

He hits me one more good time really hard and stops. He flips me over so that I'm laying on my back.

"Michael please.... I'm sorry. Please stop"

"Does it hurt baby girl?"

"Yes just please stop. Please?"

"it's not fun is it?"

"When the hell did you become so fucking aggressive. Damn my ass fucking hurts. This is some bullshit. I hate---"

" keep up that cursing. If you want I'm going to continue to add it up. It's 6 now. Do you want it higher or lower?"

Without giving an answer he turned me over on my stomach and pushed Mikey jr inside of me

"Michael.....wait. I'm still not use to you yet. Ahh fuck. C'mon baby please stop wait a minute."

He stopped and got out of me. He turned me back onto my back

"Did I hurt you?"

"Yes"

"I'm sorry."

He started to kiss on me and untied my hands. He laid us on the bed and got on top of me.

As he devoured me with kisses I just wonder where the hell did all of that aggressiveness come from. It turned me on. But my ass still hurts.

"Michael. My ass hurts"

"Turn on your stomach"

I hesitantly turned on my stomach. He kissed my back all the way to my ass. Kissing the red bruises on my ass he apologizes with every kiss.

"Mmhm michaelll" I moaned his name. I turned my self over and looked at him.

"Make love to me"

Without questioning it he laid I top of me and stared into my eyes as he entered me slowly.

"Ssssssssss"

"Baby girl shh. I haven't even started yet"

"It's not my fault that your too big"

He chuckled still looking in my eyes and started moving his hips.

"Mmm. Fells good baby"

"Fells go baby girl?"

"Mhmm yessssss"

"Ahhh baby girll"

He picked up his pace and was now going faster.

"Go deeper" I begged him. He happily did as told and went deeper.

"Ohh fuck right there"

I places my hands on his butt wanting him to go deeper.

"Are you flexible baby girl?"

"Yes. Very flexible actually"

"Ok."

He took my right leg and pushed it towards my head so that I was doing a split laying down.

He got in his knees and entered me again.

Yup there was a total difference. He was deep. Realllly deep.

"Ooooo shitt. Go damn it michaelll"

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After making great love last night I woke up happy an refreshed. My butt still hurt, but not a much as it did last night.

I went downstairs and Michael was at the kitchen island eating his French toast that he made himself.

"Where's my French toast Michael?"

"Right here"

He pointed to te empty plate that was once filled with French toast

"You ate it?"

"Well I just permanently borrowed it."

"Great now what am I going to eat somebody wants to be a pig and eat all of the food from me."

"There's more"

"Mhm ok. Could you get it for me?"

"You're standing right by it" he scoffed at me.

"No I'm not. Michael please?" I moved away from the plate an sat at the stool next to Michael's.

Stacy came in with my cell phone in her hand and spoke.

"Miss Sofia, your mother is on the phone and she said she had to tell you some important things."

"Is she okay? what's the matter?"

"I fit know ma'am she just said that it was urgent"

"Ok thank you"

I took my phone from her and talked.

"Hello? mommy?"

"Yes. It's me. Baby *sniffs

"Mommy what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. Look please don't have an--"

"Mommy what's wrong you're scaring me"

"Nana died"

"No she didn't you're lying"

"No I'm not she is dead. She died last night. She had liver and leukemia cancer"

I dropped the phone from my ear. Tears clouded my eyes and I looked at Michael

"Baby girl what's wrong?"

I just looked at him. The tears threaten to come out and they eventually did and never stopped.

"Baby. What's wrong?"

I couldn't speak I sat there with my hands covering my mouth and looking at Michael.

He picked up the phone and spoke.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"......"

"Hello?"

"......"

No one answered. I removed my hands from my mouth and walked out of the kitchen. I ran to the bedroom and went to the bathroom.

I threw up and my nose started to bleed. I cleaned up the blood and went and lied down on the bed.

I need someone to hold me. Michael comes in the room and immediately got in front of me on his knees.

"Baby what's wrong?"

"Hold me.... please?"

He didn't question me he just got into bed and lied down next to me.

This has got to be a dream. My nana couldn't have died. She is my best friend. I loved her dearly. I was always under her. She can't be dead

She couldn't be.