Thread: Bought and Paid For

Everything burned, and all she could do was pitifully cry out as he continued to work her sensitive, supple body into an absolute frenzy. Abigail could barely control herself, squirming helplessly across the expanse of his lap, even as he taunted her with pulling his fingers away just so. She still arched and curled, practically begging him with the way her frame yielded beneath his hand. Luckily for her, he gave her exactly what she yearned for, forcing the young beauty to mewl out as he teased her feverish little clit. Gods, was this what it felt like every time? Abigail certainly hoped so, as she was quickly growing accustomed to being lavished with such amazing attention. He effortlessly dominated her, turning her into a hungry fiend, needing to explore these unmarked territories of carnal desire. He had her hooked, and though she was skittish...she was eager. He doted those painful, shocking spanks to her plump behind and she nearly screamed, feeling her nerves growing unbelievably receptive to every motion. Abigail, although she was frightened of these new feelings, she certainly missed them when he pulled away from her completely. Eased up towards the pillows, she laid there, her chest heaving and her toes curling as she ached betwixt her thighs violently, her wetness surely mounting up to the point where her skin was beautifully coated in the honey. Goodness, did she want him to touch her more...it was as if a pressure began to build inside of her gut, quickly soaring to heights that she knew nothing of. It was as if she needed to release, to let herself completely go but she possibly could not do such if his hands weren't trampling along her curves. She needed him, she wanted him to make her come for the first time. Watching him through heavy lashes, she could barely recognize what he was doing, until it was too late. Her wrists were tied together with the aid of his suspenders, and soon fastened above her head to the elegant wooden railing. She struggled against the hold, tugging at the unyielding straps. Nnn...Richard...why, she asked, gazing up towards him vulnerably. She was appreciative of how gentle his movements were, as he undid her corset with much practiced skill. It felt marvelous to finally be freed from the restrictions, her lungs expanding and her skin finally cooling beneath the teasing of a light air around her. It felt so good...but... She was hesitant, and he was quick to distract her from her brief bout of anxiety. His kisses, and the way he openly groped her bared breasts turned her attention off of the fact that she was trapped, unable to move her arms and yet, some part of her, buried deep down, didn't quite mind the lack of freedom. There was something horribly seductive with the way he manipulated her, ultimately trapping the poor, timid woman beneath him. It was a mixture, from the way he had slapped down across her toosh, to now...his fingers tentatively tugging down her stockings one by one. The sweet, caring kisses he peppered her bare legs with made her smile, her eyes warming up whilst she gazed sweetly towards him. Of course, such an expression only lasted so long as her eyes were soon covered and she was blindfolded. Instantaneously she began squirming, whimpering out in alarm. Why was he doing this? Abigail, no matter how much she yearned to trust him, this was far too much, far too quick. Whining in distress, his words washed over her frazzled thoughts, her lips parting in time to let him ease her other stocking in her mouth. Teeth bit down and her cries were muffled, her body lifting off of the bed whilst slender legs slid about, her sense of vision and the ability to talk quickly heightening her hearing and awareness of where he was...what he was doing, and what it felt like. Her nipples were hard and he lathered them with love, forcing her to immediately push up against his suckling, her gasp barely sounding out. Abigail was stuck, caught against the bed and her husband as he tortured her with wondrous sensations, those flushed sakura buds straining against his sodden muscle as he sucked, tugged and blew across them, eliciting from her a series of sounds. Drool soaked into her stocking and her head tipped back, the arch of her neck increasing whilst she took each and every torturous moment in. Oh, how she wished she could beg.