Breakup BDSM

Michael had just returned from work that night to meet his door open. He wondered who had gotten in since he lived alone so he picked up a weapon from the kitchen as he advanced into his room. 

“Easy, it’s just me,” I said when the door opened and I saw Mike standing with a knife. 

“What are you doing here? I thought we broke up!” He questioned angrily.

“And I’m here to make things right. I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be having such fights” I responded, walking closer to Michael who was standing by the door to pull him in and shut the door closed.

Michael hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, before slowly advancing to my lips. He pushed me to the bed and headed to the wardrobe. I saw him bring out a pair of cuffs and blindfold. 

I know he missed my body, it was one thing he could never resist no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re so crazy” I retorted 

“I know,” He said throwing the toys on the bed as he crawled into it slowly.

He lifted me, holding me by the waist and pulling me closer to himself. His palms caressed my hips softly, before grabbing my butt cheek aggressively and then he brought me to sit on his lap.

“Mmm…that energy!” I exclaimed. I started to remove his buttons slowly, to reveal his chest. I let my hands feel it when the buttons were all open. I could feel his dick rise with a boner under me as my hands continued to roam his chest.  He lifted me and pinned me to the bed swiftly, cuffing my hands above my head. The room became darker when he threw a blindfold over my eyes.