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“Is that for me?” Abigail asks. “I feel bad that I didn't get you anything.”
“Baby, this is more for me than it is for you. Lift your hair.” I place it around her neck and lock it in place. “Follow me on your knees.”
Abigail complies by following my every step on all fours as we make our way over to the cable machine. I move over to the weights and adjust them to five pounds before pulling on the cable and disconnecting the bar. “Kneel and watch,” I say.
I begin to take my clothes off in front of her. Slowly lifting my shirt above my head, ensuring she has time to commit every muscle to memory before tossing the shirt over my shoulder. I start to pull down my shorts, but Abigail begins to crawl over to me.
Disobeying my orders once again, she will be punished.
She grabs my shorts, yanking them down, and when my cock springs free, her eyes go feral. My pierced cock is staring her in the face, and when I go to open my mouth, hers slams down on him. Choking him back like he is not for her pleasure but for her survival. I grab a fist full of her hair, and I force her mouth deeper on my throbbing shaft, causing her to gag and choke on him. I don’t let up. This is her punishment, and if she vomits, so be it.
Abigail twists and starts to freak out over the sensation of my cock being in her throat, but once I release her hair, she backs up and lets him free,
“What the hell was that?” She bites back at me.
“I told you to kneel and watch. You disobeyed.”
“How about you kneel and watch your ass.” Her tone is laced with fury but also desire.
“A king bows for no one,” I say. I grab her by the collar and drag her over to the machine, forcing her to stand, and I connect the cable to her collar. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I adjust her slightly so my cock is right at her entrance. Without any warning, I slam him inside of her as her walls clench down around me.
I’m in heaven.
But I’m her hell.
I thrust deeper into her, forcing her to move her body up and down. I use one hand behind her back to stabilize her and my other hand to reach up and twist her hair around my balled fist. I lower her head back, and the cable begins to lift the 5lb weight and restrict her airflow. She coughs as the weight overtakes her senses. Still bouncing up and down with me inside of her. She is relentless in her pursuits, but as she starts to slow down and the life slips from her eyes, I pull her head back up to my shoulders, and she gulps.
I love being in control. The feeling it gives me to know that I have another person's life in my hands gives me a rush like no other. When I told Abigail that I didn't think she was ready for me, this is what I meant. I wanted her to give her life over to me to use and abuse and take should I see fit. To bring her to the brink of death.
She pulls back her head from the nape of my neck, and our eyes meet. I am ready for whatever words of anger and rage are about to come next. But she just smiles.
“Again…” Her raspy and raw voice barely escapes her lips. My cock turns hard as steel inside of her as her one-word wracks through my body.
She liked it.
Where most girls would run scared, she wants it. I was not lying when I told her that I had not been inside a woman. My sexual escapades have always stopped before actual sex could occur. Mostly out of my selfish desires that no woman could meet because they were not her. But also because most women that I’ve had the pleasure of being with in other ways would run scared at my needs and fucked up desires.
Abigail leans back on her own, and I watch as she gives in to the sensation of all the air being taken from her. If she dies, I will fall into the unknown with her. This is forever. She is forever.
I continue to move inside of her; her pussy calls to me like a siren on the rocks. Her body goes limp in my arms again, and her face turns different shades other than her usual glow. I lift her again, but she just lays on my chest, lifeless in my arms.
I quickly disconnect the cable to her collar, lay her down on the ground, and give her CPR.
How hard are you supposed to push on someone’s chest?I press my lips to hers, forcing air into her still body.
One. Two. Three. Four. My hands firmly pump down on her rib cage.
“Wake up. Fucking wake up, Abby!”
The panic settles in as my lips meet hers for the third time, and my heart is about to break out of my chest. She smiles under my lips and begins to laugh.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She says.
“What the hell, Abigail?” I yell.
“Oh, did I scare you? Was I being disobedient again?” She toys with me. She knew what she was doing all along. She just wanted my punishment that I have yet to give her. My panic and fear morphed into a beast that demanded retribution.
“Oh, you bitch. That ass, now!” I yell once more as she turns her body on the mat to get on all fours before lowering to her forearms and elbows, pushing her ass up further into the air as she drops her stomach. I line my cock up to her ass, the oil from earlier still there, and I force myself in her, finally claiming what is mine.
