Abigail
Part 2 – “V Card”
Abigail stood at the doorway of a very nice posh hotel. A hotel that was miles beyond her college budget of stale ramen and long nights of drinking only coffee to sustain her.
She had found a new sustainance to fulfill her appeal and his name was Malcolm. Her Master.
Abigail was getting used to using the ‘formal’ term he persisted she used when she was in his presence – a new way of manners she did not know she needed to possess to be possessed by him.
Their entanglement started a few weeks ago, at a kink party she stumbled upon, unbenounced to the chaos she would get herself into once she met her Master. He consumed her every thought since their brief play session, the crueles on her ass not the only mark he left on her virgin body.
Since getting the courage to text him They had a total of three play sessions. Abigail hadn’t mentioned she was a virgin in every way – not just in the new territory of BDSM.
Her trueintentions at the kink party were to learn more about sex from sexual masters, or so, that is what she was told they were. Her best friend, Charlotte, had gushed about her time with a Dominant that led Abigail to believe she would be in safe strong hands.
Moments into the party Charlotte texted her that she was sick and had to bail, leaving Abigail alone as a baby deer in the woods of sensitive hunters. She desperately I wanted to turn around and leave the party but she was already plastered to the pink leather sofa with party members holding her gaze.
The gaze of a particular stranger unid her and now she was his slave.
‘Submissive’, right, that is what he wanted her to call herself, Malcolm was very stern on the correct punctuation. He told her a few times ago that in order for her to truly be his he would have to ceremoniously collar her.
A step she was not willing to take yet.
She needed to speak to him about her virgin status first.
She bit her lipas she awaited for the hotel room to open, the carved inlet of the door told her how much money was put into the establishment. Abigail blushed the first time she walked through the grand hotel lobby, a new experience for her to be an ant in a vast container of wealth. She noticed her sneakers squeaked on the marble floor as she followed her Master to his room – a sign she did not belong there.
The door opened and her breath caught at the sight of Malcolm. Half of his body was hidden away but the other half was a dripping wet fantasy come true. He had on his usual black slacks and long sleep button down unbuttoned and revealing his muscled chest. His long tan fingers curled around the door as he opened it and let her in. Abigail let naughty visuals play through her mind of what those fingers could do.
Malcom towered over her as he shut the door behind her once she was in her habitual position of standing in the foyer waiting for further instructions. The height differencebetween them didn’t affect them as he came up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. He softly breathed in her scent as he lowered his face into her hair.
A greeting only an animal would make and he was no man when he wore his favorite role of being a Dominant.
“Abigail,” He whispered as his hands traveled lower, along her arms, sending shivers through her spine and into her pelvis. The heat of his fingers ignored her lower region to swell and ache as her heart thudded with the beginnings of anticipation.
Abigail knew the rules. She wasn’t allowed to touch him, move, speak, or do anything without his approval. As much as she hated having visible restrains she understand why they were in place. The body wanted what the heart could not have.
She bawled her hands into fists, quelling the urge to spin around and rip his
clothes off as he continued to cares her skin lightly. Malcom was a master at teasing, knowing exactly how to pluck and play with her like his favorite instrument for his enjoyment. The more time she spent with him, the more she saw how much arousal he had with the small gears of teasing torture.
His hands found hers and he coated her fingers to release her fists, sliding his fingers in-between hers and giving her an enveloping squeeze. He nuzzled his strong nose into her hair and pushed her silky blonde hair off her back for him to kiss along the back of her neck.
She groaned, her panties feverishly wet and hot with hunger as he trailed his lusciously plump lips along her skin. One of his hands still held hers and she squeezed it to send him a signal of her excitement. He took both of their hands and rested it across her chest, making her cup her own breast as his strong hand massed and worked it in tandem.
Abigail stifled a moan and bit her lip, pressing her tights Together, to stop herself from becoming too turned on. The ache was unbearable as their first encounter sent shivers alongher entire skeleton and a craving so deep she thought it would never be satisfied.
“That’s my girl,” He pursued in her ear as he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, approving of her squirming before him. He quickly released her and spun her around by grabbing her hips, his fingers firmly pressing into the sides of her jeans, showing he too had been aching for her.
His mouth found her as they collided in a burning wake, pressing their bodies tightly against each other, encircling one another with their feverish lust. Abigail slide her hands into his medium length curly hair, tugging on the curls as she reached her tongue inside his mouth. He pressed his hard bulge against her, grinding against her gently tasting how intotoxicating their desire had become.
Abigail got a wicked idea as she noticed Malcom becoming undone by her presence, wanting to put to the test how much he truly wanted her. She slide one hand down the front of his body, savoring the carved marble of absunderneath his opened shirt, before continuing lower until she found his hardness waiting for her. She seized her chance and gripped his erection through his pants, a small bounce of excitement being felt in the palm of her hand.
“Fuck!” Malcolm grew as he pulled away from kissing her, both of his hands instantly clamping down on Abigail’s wrists as he pinned her away from him.
Lust sizzled in his eyes as he tried to calm his arousal and he said to her through gritted teeth, “You may not touch me Abigail, you know the rules.”
“Oh? I can’t?” She blinked at him with big doe eyes, feigning to remember the ‘rules’ he so curtly told her. Several times.
His dark eyes flashed with humor as he smiled a devilish grin at her, his grip loosening ever so slightly on her wrists.
“No…you can’t…” His face softened as he looked down at her, taking one hand to cares her cheek, “And now you must be punished.”
She tried to hide her smile of delight before he swIftly picked her up and carried her over his shoulder like a soldier going into battle with his libido.
Malcolm carried her into the bedroom room of the suite, fitted with a king sized bed and vanities fit for royals. A massive armoire and TV were stationed on the opposite wall of the bed, a perfect setup for late night movie cuddles or couples browsering for erotic enjoyment.
He throw her on the bed and walked over to the closest nightstand to open a drawer and retrieve toys from his collection. Abigail soundly flipped on her back once she landed on the soft down of the massive comforter – the sheets having a thread count higher than her bank account.
Malcolm walked up to the edge of the bed with a pair of handscuffs and an object Abigail had not seen before.
“What are those?” She asked as she pointed to the mysterious ball shaped toy that he held by a rubber loop.
“These,” he held up two balls encased in a silicane hammock, “are called Ben Wa balls,” Malcolm used a remote with his other hand and the balls began to auditory vibrate as they dangled in the air.
“Okay… where are they supposed to go?” Abigail was obviously confused by his explanation, feeling like it didn’t reveal enough about what kind of toy they were.
“I’ll show you,” He smiled at her, a smile from hell, as he reached towards her and hiked her up the bed.
Abigail became nervous as she realized this was the first time they had used a toy she hadn’t seen before. Her eyes grew wide with a hint of fright as she reluctantly let him put handcuffs on her.
He sensed her hesitation.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded as he looked at her and gave her a kiss.
“Remember the safe word?”
“Cherry pie.”
“Good girl.”
He secured the handcuffs around the pollsters of the bed, giving her arms a nice stretch and a comfortable restraint. Malcolm retrieved a blindfold from his nightstand and fastened it around her eyes – blocking out her sense of sight. He checked on her before he began his kissing ritual.
Every time they had a session he kissed her entire body. At first she thought it was a way for him to distract her but after a few sessions she realized he did it to relax her. Savor her. Engulf his senses with her as he started at the top of her head and worked his way down to her toes.
His lips brushed her temple as he set the toys to the side of them and hovered himself over her played body. His hands smoothed down her hips and up her shirt, along her ribs, cupping her bra. He worked his kisses along her neck, Abigail tilted her chin up slightly to give him access, while he reached his hands inside her bra and stroked her nipples. They became hard buds under his fingertips, a moan escaping her lips.
“You like that sweet girl?” His voice was deep on Abigail’s throat, rumbling through her skin as he kissed along her collarbone, his fingers slightly gripping her nipples and giving them a slight twist.Abigail moaned her response, her hips elevating.
With her eyes covered she couldn’t predict what he was going to do next. The only sensing she was laser focused on was how he touched and stroked her, amping her ability to let go of control and fully trust the man who was worshiping her.
“Yes Master,” she spoke for the first time, her frightened nerves ceasing to exist as he continued to touch and play with more of her body the lower his lips caresed. He let go of her nipples and smoothed his hands along her stomach until he found the button of her jeans.
He ripped off her jeans in a fall movement, no hesitation in his confident actions, the sheer force making Abigail more wet with desire.
Every time they had a session he kept her panties on, except for their first encounter. He was always very careful to try out floggers and spankers on her body in areas that could be easily hidden and wouldn’t leave too bad of a cruele. She didn’t ask him why he never tookoff her panties again and waited patiently for the day he would set her pussy free.
That day was today.
Her heart beat wildly as he trailed kisses along her hips and down the band of her panties.
No one had ever come so close to her private area before. She nervously rubbed her ankles and moved her arms against the restraints, the cuffs biting into her wrists.
Malcolm nuzzled her pubic shaft, intaking her scent, burying his face in the wetness of her panties. She moaned out, a new sensing being unlocked as he began to slip her soaked underwear from her hips inch by painfully slow inch.
She could feel the cold air on her wet pussy lips, tingling and mixing with her excitement, her breath coming uneven as she tightened her body in anticipation for what he was going to do next.
He paused to grab something From the bed before returning to her, hovering over her with his warmth. He carefully spread her thighs apart by lifting and moving them on the bedfor her splendid vulva to glisten at him.
Malcolm leaned down and planted a kiss on her exposed cliporis, the movement causing her hips to arch as her body responded to his sensitive touch.
“My sweet girl,” He spoke to her in a low inviting voice as he trailed a finger along her wet pussy lips, carefully spreading them open for him. She shivered deep inside, yearning for more of his touch.
“I’m going to show you what the Ben Wa balls are for.”
He placed something hard and round at the entrance of her vagina and began to gently push it in-
“Cherry pie! Cherry pie!” She blurted out suddenly, scaring the both of them by her sudden reaction.
Malcolm instantly dropped the sex toy and lunged for her cuffs to quickly unfasten them. She began shaking and crying, unable to control herself.
He scooped her up into his arms and cradled her, his face contorted with confusing
worry as he commanded, “What is it? What happened?”
“I’m a virgin.”
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