by Melody Adams
"Good girl," Kent said softly, and immediately I felt a little better. "Now turn around and lean against the uneven bars. Grab the bar above you with your hands."
I obeyed. The lower bar pressed against my body just below my breasts. With both hands above my head, I grabbed the upper bar. Kent stepped behind me and his hands were on my hips. He bent over me until his warm breath tickled my neck. Goose bumps spread over my body and my nipples became hard like polished diamonds.
"Legs wide, Abbygirl," he whispered in my ear.
I whimpered softly as his voice sent a shiver of excitement through my body. When he was so close to me, it was impossible for me to escape his spell. Wetness ran down the insides of my thighs as I obeyed him and put my legs further apart.
"Such a good pet," Kent murmured, and I didn’t even protest against him calling me Pet anymore. "I will give you what you need, Abbygirl. I will always give you what you need. Hold on tight."
He stepped back, and I immediately missed his company. I heard him undo his belt, and I knew what was in store for me. But this time I felt no fear. Only joyful excitement. As he had promised, he would give me what I needed. Pain. Euphoria. Ecstasy.
The first blow hit me across my back. I flinched, then relaxed to receive the next blow.
Kent
Abby was fucking perfect for me. We were like a fucking duet, soulful and passionate. Like the crashing waves and the warm sand that the waves washed over. Like a pianist and a well-tuned piano. When we were together like now, we were in harmony with each other. When I reached out to mark her delicate skin with my belt and she answered with a lustful moan, it was poetry. Magic. We fell into a trance. Strike for strike. Heartbeat for heartbeat. Breath for breath. I was high with dominance and control. The naked woman in front of me was like a priceless work of art. The perfect lines of her body, my markings on her white, flawless skin, the long, shiny hair hanging over her left shoulder. She was mine. The desire to possess her was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Breathing heavily, I lowered my arm to look at my work of art. She trembled from the effort of holding herself upright. Sweat shone on her skin. I approached her and pressed my body against hers. An arm wrapped around her middle to support her, I let my free hand slide to her throat. I felt her Adam's apple bounce as I closed my fingers around her vulnerable throat. My thumb lay on her throbbing pulse.
"Do you want me, Abbygirl?" I asked, rubbing my erection against her. "Do you want me to give you my cock? – Say it, 'cause I'm not gonna fuck you unless you ask me."
My heart raced as I waited for her answer. I hoped she would say yes, because my desire for her was like a beast that threatened to get out of control. I didn’t want to break my promise not to take her against her will. But I didn’t know how much longer I could control my beast.
"Yes," she whispered, barely audible.
"I can't hear you, Abby," I growled.
"Yes," she said louder.
"Yes?"
"Yes – Sir?"
"Better, Abbygirl. Now beg me!"
"Please, Sir?"
"Please what, Abby? Say it. I want to hear you say it. What is it you're asking me to do?"
"Please, Sir... please fuck me, Sir."
Fuck! I couldn't describe in words how I felt when Abby asked me to fuck her. I growled softly. My cock throbbed with need. I lifted Abby into my arms and carried her to the thick mat in the corner and laid her down. Without letting her out of my sight, I started to undress. When I was naked, I fumbled a condom out of my jeans and tore the pack open with my teeth. Abby stared at me from lustful, dark eyes. My fist closed around my hard shaft and pumped up and down hard a few times before I put the condom on. Then I climbed onto the mattress and crawled over Abby on all fours. Her breath was heavy as she lay under me like a sacrifice on the altar. Her lower lip trembled slightly. I bent down and pulled her lip between my own to suck on it. I was rewarded with a needy moan. Leaning my weight on my forearms, I kissed her. Hard. I wasn’t a big fan of kissing. With most girls, I couldn't even stand it. But Abby was not like other girls. Kissing her was like a drug I couldn't get enough of. Her small, tender hands lay on my chest. So innocent, inexperienced. I didn't believe that Abby had ever had sex with a man voluntarily. She wasn’t a virgin technically, but she was as innocent and inexperienced as one.
My lips moved from her mouth to her chin, then to her neck. I varied between kissing and biting as I made my way to her breasts. Her hands moved from my chest to my shoulders and finally rested on my head as I sucked a hard, rosy nipple between my lips. Her soft scream as I bit down was like music to my ears. Mr. D throbbed, wanted to sink into her warm sheath. But I had other plans. I wanted to drive Abby crazy before I made her mine. I wanted to destroy her with orgasms until she didn't know which way was up or down. After I had pampered both breasts with my attention, I traveled deeper. Abby's stomach was flat, but there were a few barely noticeable silver stretch marks. She must have lost weight at some point in her life. I kissed the pale scars, down until I arrived at a long scar below her navel. It was too uneven for a surgical scar. Abby must have gone from her arms and thighs to her stomach to cut herself.
"Never again, Abby," I growled as I let my finger slide along her scar. "SAY IT!"
"N-never again," she murmured.
"Good girl."
I traced the scar with my tongue, then licked my way deeper, through her short curls. I used my hands to open her labia as I dived deeper. Abby bucked under me as I licked from her dripping hole upwards until my tongue hit her swollen clit.
"Kent!" she cried.
"Who do you belong to, Abby?" I asked, looking up at her.
"You," she moaned softly.
"That's right. This pussy's only for me, you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now hold still," I said, opening her thighs wide with my hands. "And don't you come without my permission."
I dived again and devoured her as if I was a man after days in the desert and she was my cool spring of fresh, sweet water.
Abby
Kent was the master of all masters when it came to bringing ecstasy with his tongue and lips. Fuck! The guy knew where and how to touch me. He seemed to know my body better than I knew myself. He was insatiable and just as relentless. Mercilessly he drove me towards the cliff, only to pull me back at the last moment. Sweat covered my body. Every muscle in my body shook. I wanted – no; I NEEDED TO – come, but Kent seemed content to torture me endlessly with near-orgasms. I wasn’t above begging, but Kent didn’t listen to my pleas. Two fingers drove into my narrow channel and found my G-spot. I bucked and screamed. So close. Just a little... Fuck. The bastard had denied me fulfillment again. I sobbed.
"Look at me, Abbygirl!"
I obeyed. Kent's gaze pierced mine.
"Come for me," he commanded, pressing his thumb to my clit. That was all it took. I exploded with a scream that could probably be heard all over the school, but I didn't care at that moment. Kent sucked my clit between his lips and fingered me so hard it hurt. But at the same time, I raced towards another climax. I screamed and screamed as Kent wrung one orgasm after another from me, without giving me a chance to recover. When he finally stopped, I was a trembling, sobbing wreck. Kent crawled over me and slammed into me so hard and deep that I thought he would tear me in half. He fucked me hard. I had no choice but to give in to his brutal onslaught. His hands gripped my face as he looked deep into my eyes. I drowned in his dark gaze.
"I want to feel you coming on my cock, Abby!" he growled. "COME!"
I never thought my body had the power to come again, but it was as if it was programmed to obey Kent unconditionally. I came so hard that I nearly blacked out. Kent cursed softly as he increased his speed even more. Then, with a deep rumble, he came. His dick throbbed inside me. I wished he wouldn't wear a condom. Wished, I could feel his semen flooding my narrow channel.
"Abby," Kent gasped, burying his face in the crease of my neck.
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I felt his racing heartbeat against my chest, as fast and irregular as my own.
"I'll kill anyone who touches you," he muttered. Then he rolled beside me and we lay there in silence for a while.
"I'll drive you home," he said after a while and stood up. "Get dressed."
His voice sounded hard, almost angry. After everything we had just experienced together, his sudden change of mood hurt. I knew I shouldn’t attach any importance to what happened between us. He was my enemy. I needed to remember that. But – Fuck – it hurt so badly.
Kent
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I had to get my shit together. I couldn't develop feelings for Abby. But it was damn hard after what we'd just shared. This was more than sex. So much more. But it couldn’t be. I couldn’t develop feelings for this girl. It was bad enough that I couldn’t control my hunger for her. We fucked. I got what I wanted. I should be able to get her out of my head, out of my system. But my hunger only increased. She was like a drug. Once wasn’t enough. If you had a taste, you needed more. Again and again. Until the drug was all you could think about. That's what Abby was to me. She was everything. She was the air I needed to breathe. The water that quenched my thirst. The flesh that fed me. Only it would never be enough. The hardest thing I’d ever done was to get up and get dressed when I wanted nothing more than to sink into her heat again.
I hadn’t failed to notice the hurt expression in Abby's eyes. Nor had I failed to notice that the expression felt like a punch in the pit of my stomach. Damn! I was so fucked. The sooner I finished my job and turned my back on Abby for good, the better. Once we were both dressed, I dragged Abby with me. We left the gym and took the shortcut across the school grounds to the parking lot. I avoided looking at Abby. Even on the drive to her house, I stared at the street in front of me. When I finally parked in front of her house, I waited impatiently for her to get out. It was only when I sat alone in the car and put it in reverse to race down the driveway, that I breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter 14
Abby
I’d slept miserably. I couldn't get out of my head what happened between Kent and me. And I hated he had such an influence on me. But like a damn junkie, I waited impatiently for my next fix. As his Jaguar came up the driveway, my pulse raced so fast I felt dizzy. The car stopped, and I walked down the stairs on unsteady legs. I saw him lean over the passenger seat to open the passenger door. I got in and closed the door, my heart pounding hard in my chest. Kent put the car in reverse without saying a word or looking at me. I hurriedly buckled my seatbelt and stared out the windshield as he reversed the car down the driveway and entered the traffic. Kent was an excellent driver. He drove fast, but not reckless or risky. The Jaguar went through the curves as if on rails. I couldn’t deny that I loved driving with Kent.
"We're going to a party at Lockwood’s on Saturday," Kent broke the silence when we stopped at a traffic light.
"You... You want me to...?"
"Yes, Abby. You'll come with me. And I don't want any argument."
"Okay," I agreed quietly.
"Good. Do you have a dress you can put on? Something a little sexier than jeans and a T-shirt?"
"Yes. But nothing too short. And long sleeves. I'll just, um... I can't..."
"Okay. I know you don't want to show your scars. Although I think you shouldn’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks or says. You're stronger than that, Abby."
"I... I can't help it, Kent."
Kent's hand was on my knee.
"I said I understand, so wear something long-sleeved if you want to. But sexy. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Abbyyyy! Kent is here," Aunt Claire shouted from below.
"I'm coming!"
I looked in the mirror and nervously stroked my neckline. The dress I had chosen ended just above my knee and had long sleeves. The neckline was deep enough to show the top of my breasts, and it had a low back. It was made of dark red velvet with a black lace insert at the neckline. Aunt Claire had lent me black heels decorated with rhinestones. I’d piled up my long hair into an intricate knot and a few loose strands framed my face. Apart from mascara and red lipstick, I wore no make-up. My stomach was in knots with nerves. Kent wasn’t my loving boyfriend, but my tormentor/lover. Would Kent use the party to humiliate me again? Like in the cafeteria? Would he treat me as his possession, his pet?
"ABBYYYY!"
"I'M COMING!"
Sighing, I turned away from the mirror, grabbed the small black handbag, I’d also borrowed from Aunt Claire, and hurried out of the room before I lost my nerve. I was so terribly nervous that I threw up twice before I got ready for the party. My stomach was empty, but that didn't prevent bile from rising in my throat as I went down the stairs. Kent stood in the foyer. He looked gorgeous as always with his black designer jeans, tight-fitting t-shirt and stylish messy hair. His gaze fell on me and the fire in his eyes sent a tingling sensation to my lower regions. His hungry gaze traveled over my body and I felt the gaze like a touch. My pulse fluttered with nerves.
"Abby," Kent whispered. "You... you look stunning."
Aunt Claire turned to me, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"She does," she agreed with Kent. "Can I trust you not to drink too much, Kent?"
"Of course, Mrs. Duncan. I'll bring Abby back safe and sound, and in one piece, I promise."
Aunt Claire gave Kent a smile. It seemed she had no idea what a bad boy he really was. Him and the other KINGS. Especially her daughter's boyfriend. But she didn't seem to realize what a slut her daughter was either. Maybe Aunt Claire was too naïve to notice such things.
"Have fun," she said as Kent grabbed my arm and opened the door.
"We will," Kent replied.
"Bye," I said with a nervous smile as I followed Kent out of the house. It was chilly outside, and I was grateful for the long sleeves. But Kent didn't seem to mind the cold.
Kent
When Abby came down the stairs, all the blood rushed to my dick. Fortunately, neither she nor her aunt seemed to notice the bulge in my pants. Fuck. The dress clung to her petite body like a second skin, and her tits looked bigger than usual. I was sure I would break a few noses tonight because I wouldn't be able to stay cool if some idiot stared at my girl. And if someone should be stupid enough to put his fingers on what was mine, he would lose said fingers. For a moment I was tempted to send Abby back upstairs and tell her to put on jeans and some old sweatshirt. But then I’d thought better of it. Still, that doesn't mean that I wasn't fighting my possessive beast the whole time during the drive. Damn, that woman would kill me. How could I do what I had to do if she got under my fucking skin like that?
I parked the Jag in front of Lockwood's house and turned off the engine. I turned to Abby. She seemed nervous. My dick twitched at the sight of her chewing on her bottom lip. Fuck me! I was doomed. This would be the worst party I'd ever been to. I reached out and grabbed her chin to turn her face towards me.
"You stay with me at all times," I said, looking her hard in the eyes. "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Do not flirt with anyone. I mean it! If you don't want this party to end in a bloodbath, don't look at any other guy but me."
Her eyes widened in shock at my sudden outburst. But she nodded.
"Good girl," I said softly and bent over to kiss her. When I ended the kiss, I was as hard as damned reinforced concrete again. Fuck! "Let's get this shit over with," I finally said with a sigh.
The party was in full swing when we entered the house. Seth was the first I noticed. He was making out with some chick on one of the couches. There was no sign of the other KINGS. I pulled Abby with me. I wouldn't let her leave my side. Some people called my name or waved. Bonnie came out of the kitchen and saw us. Her eyes fell on our intertwined hands and then straight to my face. She raised one eyebrow and grinned. Bonnie knew me too well. She knew I never held hands. I gave her a warning look, but Bonnie ignored it and came straight at us.
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sp; "Hey," she greeted, glancing at Abby with amusement flashing in her eyes. "I'd rather not wait for that idiot to introduce us. I am Bonnie. And you must be Abby."
"Uhhh, yes. Hi."
"Come. I think you could use a drink," said Bonnie and grabbed Abby by the arm. "Kent here can do without you for a while."
"She'll stay with me," I growled.
Bonnie just laughed.
"Careful, Kent. Your inner caveman is showing."
"Bonnie," I warned.
"Don't worry, Mr. Flintstone. I'll take good care of your little girl. No guy will touch her. And you're needed in the game room. Nate called a meeting."
Fuck. If Nate called a meeting, it meant I couldn't take Abby. I was probably lucky that Bonnie took Abby under her wing. She knew me well enough to understand that Abby was different and that I would not tolerate some drunk douchebag touching her.
"Okay," I finally gave in. "But you don't let her out of your sight."
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Flintstone. Don't panic. I'll take good care of her."
I pulled Abby to one side and grabbed her chin, looking her square in the eyes.
"Bonnie will take care of you. You can trust her, okay?"
"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
I took a deep breath and sighed.
"I'm more worried that I won't be able to cope," I murmured. Then I kissed her hard, making my claim on her clear to everyone in the room. "See you later."
With a heavy heart, I left her in Bonnie's care and set out to get Seth away from the slut who was rubbing up against him like a bitch in heat.
Abby
Uncertain, I watched Kent leave. My lips still tingled from his hard kiss.
