Abigail
Part 3 – “Virginal Appetite”
Abigail used the crook of Malcolm’s arm to hide her face as he held her. His muscles flexed against her when she told him her secret. Their play session had intrinsically fizzled to a combination of embarrassment.
His arms dropped from around her, removing her blindfold, she was faced with having to meet his intensity stare. Her heart dropped, ashamed of the secret she was keeping from her Master.
“We will need to go… slower,” he carefully told her, his face a blank wall of unspoken words.
“It doesn’t both you? That I’m a virgin?” She asked him as he laid beside her, smoothing his browser with his fingers in distress. Malcom furrowed his face, putting restrains on his temperature.
“No, it doesn’t,” he told her, his voice Even as he firmly told her, “I don’t care how many partners you have had, or haven’t had, I care about your comfortability with me.”
A jolt of shock went through Abigail as she wasn’t expecting his reaction. She swallowed and needed a moment to process the distinction from his tone and words. His demeanor seemed to be a mixer of irk and opposition as his words spoke differently, confusing the truth.
Her contribution got the better of her as she meekly began to pull up her panties and scanner off the bed. Abigail’s blonde hair fell in her face, hiding the abhorrence she pumped herself with, the lashing she wanted to receive from her captor.
“Whe are you going?” He asked her, his hands at his sides as the stress lines of thought calmed on his face.
“By the looks of it,” She motioned to his stoic stillness, “I have caused you stress. I shouldn’t be here.”
“Abigail, sit down.”
She ignored him, pulling up her jeans until they were snug around her waist, fasting them closed with the chance of the session Continuing.
“Abigail,” He tried to tell her in a soft baritone, “Please, come back to bed so we can finish this discussion. We willtalk… not just as Dom and submissive, but as potential sexual partners”
Abigail began to slowly slink on top of the sheets to meet him, staying on all fours as she advanced closer to him. She dropped her chest to the bed with her rear sticking up as she playfully wiggled her butt at him. A distraction to both please and piss him off.
“Stop that,” He told her with a smile creeping on his face, “I can’t be serious with you if you keep up your antis.”
Abigail continued to act like an animal by nuzzling him with her nose, showing him she didn’t want their time together to end on a sour note. She craved the sweltering burning of their desired touch, a shadow of their toxic enthrall.
He pulled her into his lap, her face inches from his as she straddled his muscle legs.
“Let me know When you are ready and I will take my time with you,” He told her, his gaze piercing through her like a bell ringing against her clip.
She nodded and kissed him once as hersubmission, showing with her lips how much she agreed with him.
Malcom broke away from the kiss, reignition of their session began wordlessly as he pinned her wrists behind her back, her spine arching in protest as fingers tightened. A beast woman in his eyes, a primary instinct to flee spread across Abigail’s vision, as the Dominant in front of her took charge.
“You listen to me, my pretty little girl,” Malcom crooned as he licked his lips and raked his eyes up and down her body. His grip was strong on her wrists, her thighs squeezing around him, showing him she wanted to be criticized by his barking command.
He rubbed his other thumb along her lip, gently pushing the tip into her mouth. She obeyed by spreading her soft lips apart and began sucking on his thumb like it was her shiny new toy for her enjoyment.
“Follow my commands and it won’t hurt a bit,” He told her as he took back his thumb, her teeth grazed his finger as he pulled it out.
“What if I want pain too, Master?” Abigail asked, her eyes filled with wonder as she rocked her hips, creating friction where their legs kissed.
“As you wish, my sweet girl,” Malcolm’s eye flashed with heat, taking his hand and cupping her face as his mouth crashed down onto hers.
They feverly began to kiss as Malcom wiped her spit along her arm, marking her with her own scent, showing her she belonged to him. His second hand moved away from her pinned wrists as he gripped her tighs and began to rock her strongly into him, her jeans becoming a biting problem as the button bit into her waist.
She gasped as he pulled away and undid her jeans, striping them off seamlessly, taking her off his lap and positioning her on all fours.
“Pose for me princess,” He instructed her as he grabbed her hair and manipulated her into the pose he desired to see her in. Malcom’s hand slide to her waist, hiking her ass up and dragging her. Abigail felt her panties slipping deeper in between her ass cheeks as he slide her to him, the tension creating a throbbing between her thighs.
Malcom pushed Abigail’s head down, her face planning in the gossamer sheets as he bent her arms back behind her. He grabbed a satin tie from the nightstand and bound her like a vine twisting their bound fate. She felt helpless, erect ass, sheets smoothing billowing over her face, completely at Malcolm’s willful disposal.
“You are being so very good…” Malcom whispered in her voice as he slip a hand along her back and yanked the tie on her bound wrists, moving her up on the bed, a show of carnal force.
Abigail tried to stay quiet as she became saturated with wet desire, her lips quivering to moan her pleasure.
Abigail felt Malcom’s presence as he traveled his fingers along the back of her thighs, stroking the tender Areas above the back of her knees, sending shivers through her bones. He lowered onto her ass, kissing and biting each chef before sliding her panties to the side to lick along her center, tasting her wetness as it slipped out onto her inner thighs.
His moans reverberated on her openings, her own moans forced from her mouth as she turned her head to breathe hotly in the sheets. Her pussy throbbed with aching desire, a rich molten pool wanting to be stroked to escape.
Malcom sensed she wanted more and straightened her by pulling on her binding to have her resting on her knees, her back against his chest. He carefully stroked a lock of her away from her face, his long finger slowly caresing her cheek as his strong hands reached around her front.
“Would you like a toy inside of you for your first virginal voyage or my finger?” He asked her as his hands glided across her abdomen, playingfully brushing the band of her panties. He placed his dominant hand under her chin, tilting her head up, as he continued to slide his fingers in her panties, the fabric snagging on her waist.
Abigail blinked, trying to focus on his question as herheart hammered from the sensitive touch of her panties creeping lower.
“Your finger, Master.”
“Good choice sweet girl.”
Malcom undid the satin tie behind her back and flipped her on the bed, her back colliding with the plus sheets, a swift movement of rearranged her as his gamine doll.
Abigail felt him tie her hands above her head in a pretty bow before gliding his body down hers in a fluid motion.
He took each of her thighs and spread them apart as he laid between her sodden center. Malcom used his lips to relax Abigail’s tense body, plucking her strings with the tempo of his kiss, cupping his hand over her dripping wet pussy. The beat of her heart quickly with the anxiety of experiencing a new sensing.
Malcom’s finger traced her inner lips, rubbing her clip in circles, stroking the folds of her sacred wetness. His middle finger stopped at her opening, cum seeing out to meet his fingertips by how hot and bothered she became from his touch.
He looked up at her from her hips, “May I slide a finger in, my sweet girl?”
“Yes Master.”
Malcom pushed his finger into Abigail, her damp flesh greeted him with inviting warmth.
Abigail gasped as he began to slowly stroke the walls of her pussy, coaxing the apex of her core to fill with pleasure. His other hand found her clip as he began multi-simulating her eragenous soaked areas.
He continued to kiss her inner thighs and use his hands to tease and please her sensitive bud and templed well. With each new stroke she moaned his name, giving her prayer for the worship he bestowed on her. Her legs began to shake as the sensitivity of arousal puppeteered her figure, cutting loose the tight strings of restriction she pledged on herself.
“Close” Abigail told him breathlessly as she felt a building of pressure between her tights that sent her body begging to be released.
Malcom picked up pace with his stroke, kneeing his fingers into her as if he could reach inside her and take her wholly. Her shrinks of moans began to accelerate as her thighs closed in on his face, her body at the peak of its coil.
With one final stroke he sent her over the edge of restraint, her surrender into being shattered as her pussy orgasmed its ecstasy. She feel her pussy tighten and release around Malcolm’s finger as her limbs flowed effortlessly with her shaken core.
“I’m coming,” Abigail told him, surprised with herself for the sudden release, as she continued to rock and twitch beneath him. Her body bowed by the shuttering of her being.
Malcom grew as he kissed her pussy mound, pleased with her.
Once Abigail laid quiet on the bed, Malcom joined her by letting her hands free and resting beside her buzzing body.
“I want more,” Abigail told him, suddenly hungry for the appetite Malcom had unleashed.
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