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Abby closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was coming next. She heard Mark return and when she opened her eyes again, he took hold of both her legs behind the knees and pulled her forward until she was closer to the edge of the table.
She heard the distinct sound of him unzipping his fly. She whimpered.
“Excited or scared, pet?”
“Both.”
“Honest answer. Good girl.”
Tucked inside his hand was something small. Something almost flesh colored. It was a flat disc and Abby scrutinized it a moment before she realized what it was.
“NO!” She shouted, trying to move away from him.
“Easy, pet,” he told her.
“No! No, no, no! Please. Please! I’m a good girl. I was a good girl! Please, no!”
“It’s alright, pet.” He placed the small piece of ginger root against her clit. She bucked and tried to fight him off, screaming.
But this time, the intense burning sensation did not come. It only tingled first, then steadily built to an almost buzzing sensation. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed and bucked her hips again, but this time not out of fear. She ached with need. She gasped and tried closing her legs to get the friction she needed.
“Pet?”
“Fuck me!” she shouted. “Oh, God fuck me!”
“Pardon?” Mark asked, grinning.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” The ache got steadily sharper and she sobbed.
“You need my cock in you?”
“YES! YES SIR!”
Mark grabbed her legs, pulled her all the way to the edge of the table, and drove into her in one quick motion. She let out a shattering scream. He seemed huge! As he pounded in and out of her, he reached down and pressed on the plug. The added sensation of the ginger and the toy made her come instantly.
“Keep going, pet. Got another one in you, I suspect,” he demanded, slamming into her. He pressed the ginger to her clit with his thumb and she howled with desire.
She felt all her muscles clenching as she came a second time, clamping down on his cock so hard she hissed. She couldn’t tell if she was feeling pain or pleasure.
Mark came inside her then. She felt every pulse of his cock filling her tight pussy with his semen. After the last throb, he slowly pushed her back farther onto the table so her feet were resting on the flat surface.
Abby thrashed a little as she tried to catch her breath. When she did, Mark spread her legs wide with his hands. “Oh, yeah. Look at that,” he murmured to himself. “Got a little tiny drop leaking out there. A dripping pet is a well used pet, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” Abby breathed. “Yes, Sir.”
He pushed his thumb onto the plug making her groan. “We can get it out, though, can’t we? Push it out of you. Push out the cum, not the plug.”
Abby struggled to work her stomach muscles. She felt the plug slipping and he shoved it back in. “More,” he ordered. She squeezed harder. “There it comes,” he crooned. “What a pretty picture. You feel it dripping?” She nodded. “Push some more.” When she did, he rubbed her inner thigh. “Good girl.” He unlocked her wrists from her ankles and scooped her up off the table, setting her on her feet.
“Are you alright? Can you stand?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Pet.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“There’s seed on the table.”
Abby looked down at the puddle. She felt Mark gathering her hair in his hands. “I’ll hold this. Don’t want a messy, pet. Go on. You know the rules.”
Abby placed her hands on the table and bent down. She slowly licked up the still warm mix of their juices. “Every drop, pet.” She swallowed it down obediently.
Mark pulled back on her hair, standing her up. He twisted her so his face was inches from her. “Such a fucking good pet. Licks her cream all up like a good girl. Hungry now, pet? Ready for dinner?”
She nodded, dazed. “Kneel here and wait for me,” he told her.
When he returned he had another steak and a glass of water. He placed them at the head of the table. He sat in the chair and cut a piece of steak. He picked it up with his fingers and put it next to her lips. “Eat your dinner pet.”
Abby took the meat in her mouth and chewed it. “Is it good?” he asked.
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
As he cut another piece of steak he said, “All your needs will be met by me. If you’re hungry, you eat from my hand. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Take another bite.” Mark fed her the whole steak, some potatoes, and held the water glass for her to sip from. She was too exhausted to be offended.
“Need to sleep, pet?”
“Yes,” she said wearily. “Yes, Sir.”
He gathered the plate and the glass and stood up. “Let’s get ready for bed.”
Mark allowed her ten minutes of bathroom time to pee and brush her teeth then made her crawl to the bedroom on the leash and even though she knew it wasn’t there, she looked for a dog cage anyway when she entered the bedroom. He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of thong panties. “These are your size. Put them on please.” She took them and looked at them. “They’ll help keep the plug in overnight.”
