16. Michael

16

Michael

I was furious.

Eren had ruined everything.

She better answer the phone...

"H-hello?" Addison whispered when she picked up.

"I told you—" I started, my voice low and seething.

"He's sleeping," she said quickly. "What do you want from me?"

I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "Compliance," I growled. The word hung heavy in the air between us, a demand that left no room for argument.

I paced in front of Addison's house, blood pounding in my ears. How dare Eren interfere like this? After I had explicitly warned Addison not to let him touch her. The image of them together, alone in her place, made my stomach churn with rage and jealousy.

"Michael, I..." Her voice trembled slightly on the other end of the line. "I didn't... He just wanted to be close. I don't know. He's never done this before."

I opened my mouth, but something stopped me from saying anything. I paused my pacing, the cold February air nipping my cheeks.

"You know," I said, "this would be a good time to practice."

I began to move closer to the house.

"Practice?" she asked.

"When you and I finally are together, he wants to be there, watching," I said. "The situation will be uncomfortable, and that can take you out of the moment."

"So... what do I do?" she asked.

"Practice," I said.

"How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smirked, even though she couldn't see me. "Imagine I'm there with you right now. In your room. Eren is asleep beside you, but you and I... we're wide awake."

"What?"

"You're uncomfortable at the thought, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah…"

"Exactly," I said. "Trust me. This will train your body to respond to me despite your discomfort."

I heard her breath hitch. "O-okay..."

"Close your eyes," I instructed, my voice low and smooth. "Picture me standing at the foot of your bed, looking down at you. Eren is oblivious, lost in his dreams. But you...you're focused solely on me."

I could almost feel the tension through the phone, the anticipation building. "I climb onto the bed, crawling towards you. My hand slides up your leg, under the covers..."

Addison let out a shaky exhale. I knew she was following my every word, visualizing the scene I painted.

"I lean in close," I continued, "my lips brushing against your ear. You're mine , I whisper. No matter who else is in this bed, you belong to me ."

I could hear her breathing quicken over the phone. "Touch yourself, Addison," I instructed, my voice low and steady. "Pull down your green panties and touch your pussy the way I did earlier."

There was a moment of silence before she hesitantly asked, "How do you know...?"

"Because I can see you, Ads," I replied, my eyes fixed on her bedroom window. Despite the cold, I pulled out my dick and began to stroke myself in the shadowy darkness.

I heard the rustling of fabric as she followed my instructions. "Michael," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"That's it," I encouraged her, my own breathing growing heavier as I imagined her fingers exploring her body. "Now, close your eyes and pretend it's my hand touching you, not yours."

I could hear her soft moans as she followed my command, her body responding to the mental image I had created. I continued to stroke myself, my own arousal building as I listened to her pleasure.

"Michael," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I can't do this with him here."

I clenched my jaw, my hand stilling on my dick. "You can, and you will," I growled. "Don't stop."

I heard her whimper, but she didn't stop touching herself. I knew she was struggling with the situation, but I also knew that she needed this. She needed to learn that she could still experience pleasure, even with the threat of Eren looming over her.

I watched her from the shadows, my breath fogging in the cold night air. The window was slightly open, allowing me to see her clearly in the dimly lit room. Addison was lying next to Eren, her body tense and her eyes closed. I could hear her soft moans over the phone, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to storm into the room and tear Eren away from her.

I watched as she hesitated for a moment before slowly spreading her legs, her body moving in response to my command. I could see the outline of her green panties, and I knew she was touching herself beneath them. The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and exposed, made my heart race and my cock throb.

Eren was completely oblivious, lost in a deep sleep. I hated him for it. I hated that he was there, lying next to her, while I was outside in the cold, watching her through a window. But I also knew that this was necessary.

I continued to stroke myself, my eyes fixed on Addison's body as she touched herself. I could hear her breathing quicken, her moans growing louder as she became more and more aroused. I wanted to be there with her, to feel her body tremble beneath my touch, to taste her sweetness on my lips. But for now, I had to settle for watching her from a distance.

"I-I…I can't —"

"Just focus on me, Addison," I said, my voice softer now. "Forget about him and just focus on the way my voice makes you feel. Imagine my hands on your body, my lips on your skin."

Her breathing became more ragged as she followed my instructions, her body responding to the mental images I was creating. My dick throbbed, my arousal building as I listened to her pleasure.

"Michael," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"That's it, Addison," I encouraged her, my own release building. "Let go and just feel it."

I moaned, my hand moving faster as I thought about Addison's body writhing beneath me. I could hear her breathing quicken over the phone.

"Are... are you...?" she asked.

I closed my eyes briefly, savoring the feeling of my touch. "Yeah, Ads," I said, my voice low and husky. "Just thinking about what that juicy pussy is going to feel like as I impale you with my dick. Fuck, you felt so good today."

She gasped, but there was a whimper in her voice too.

I chuckled, knowing that I had hit a nerve. "I knew it," I said. "I knew you'd like this. You always did have a dark side."

"Michael," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

I clenched my jaw, my hand stilling on my dick. "When you come," I growled, "you're going to say my name, got it?"

I could hear her whimper again, but she didn't say anything. I knew she was struggling with the situation, but she needed this.

I continued to stroke myself, my desire building as I listened to her pleasure.

"Fuck, such a dirty girl," I said. "Letting me watch you fuck yourself. Stick two fingers into your pussy. Fuck, you must be so wet."

I watched as she slid two fingers into her wet cunt, my hand working furiously on my cock. I groaned, the sight of her pleasuring herself for me was almost too much to bear.

"So good," I said, my voice rough with desire. "How wet are you, Addison? Tell me."

She whimpered, her fingers moving faster as she tried to keep up with my demands. "I...I don't know," she said, her voice trembling.

"Tell me," I repeated, my hand tightening around my cock. "Who's that for, Addison? Who got you that wet?"

She hesitated for a moment, her breath coming in short gasps. "Y-you," she whispered finally.

I groaned again, my hand moving faster as I imagined her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. "Say it," I said, my voice low and commanding. "Say you want me."

She moaned, her fingers moving faster as she tried to keep up with my demands. "Michael," she said, her voice trembling.

"Say it," I repeated, my hand tightening around my cock. "Say you want me."

She hesitated for a moment. "I... I want you," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

"Do I get you wet?" I asked.

"Yes," she breathed out.

"Tell me," I said, my hand tightening around my cock. "Tell me how wet I get you."

"Oh, Michael," she said, her voice trembling. "You get me so wet. I'm making…a…a mess on the sheets."

"Yeah, you are, baby," I said. "And I'm the only one who can get you this wet. You going to come for me? You going to come all over those fingers, dripping down with how much you want me."

"Michael," she said.

"That's it," I said. "Come for me. Come, Addison."

"Michael," she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "I'm coming!"

I let out a low growl as I felt my release building. "Say my name, Addison," I demanded, my voice low and intense. "Say it!"

"Michael!" she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

I let out a deep groan as I came, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I watched as Addison's body continued to tremble, her breathing ragged and uneven.

I took a deep breath, my heart still racing. I knew that this was just the beginning. I knew that there would be more challenges ahead, more obstacles to overcome. But I also knew that I would be there for her, every step of the way. I would protect her, no matter what.

I looked up at the window, my eyes fixed on Addison's silhouette. I knew she was still there, still lying next to Eren. But I also knew that she was mine. She belonged to me, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

I let out a deep sigh, my body finally beginning to relax. I needed to get some sleep, to recharge for the challenges ahead. But for now, I just wanted to savor the feeling of Addison's pleasure, the sound of her voice calling out my name like a fucking lullaby.

My hand was sticky, but I held the phone tightly with my other hand. I could hear Addison's breathing on the other end of the line, still heavy and uneven. I adjusted myself, trying to get comfortable.

"Did he wake up?" I asked, my voice low and steady.

"N-no," she said, her voice still shaky. "He's still asleep."

We were silent for a moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing. I could hear the rustling of fabric as she adjusted herself, and I couldn't help but imagine what she looked like in that moment.

"Michael," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you...do you watch me?"

I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing. I knew I shouldn't admit it, that it would only make things more complicated. But I couldn't lie to her. Not about this.

"Every damn minute of every day," I said finally, my voice low and intense.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and I could hear her breathing quicken. She was struggling with the situation, but she had to understand.

"Why?" she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Because you're everything," I said finally.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

I saw her open her mouth, and I knew she did.

"I have to go," she murmured.

"Hey," I said. "You did good."

Another long pause.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Goodnight, Addison," I said finally, my voice low and steady. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Michael."

Now… I just had to figure out what I would do with Eren once she realized she couldn't go back to him.

Ever.