by Naomi West
Chapter Nine
Zed
Zed whirled on Abby, his face twisted in rage. “What the fuck is this shit?” he yelled.
She recoiled, surprised at his sudden outburst. “What are you talking about, sir?”
Rage filled his mind, clouding his senses. After all the time and effort he'd put into this, after his feeding her and carrying her to the bathroom, after the pleasure he'd given her, this was how she betrayed him? He ripped the phone out of her hand and stuffed it in his back pocket as he yanked the chain leash towards him. “This,” he growled, as he turned and began to drag her protesting form off the patio and over to the security camera.
“You-you're hurting me!” she complained, as she scrambled to catch up with him.
“Shut up, bitch!” he snapped, as he yanked harder, causing her to stumble into the grass and fall. He didn't slow down when she fell. Instead, he dragged her across the soft, gentle green of the lawn, not giving her a moment to get to her feet.
She managed to find some purchase, and shakily rose from all fours. “What, sir?” she asked again. “I don't understand!”
He dragged her to a stop beneath the security camera and turned back to her. He stabbed at the piece of surveillance equipment with his finger. “That! Why didn't you tell me this was back here?”
Her eyes spun wildly around in her head, like she was desperately searching for an answer. “I – I – I didn't think about it. I really didn't. I completely forgot there was even one outside!”
He wanted to believe her, but he didn't. And now there was a piece of evidence that he had been here. Zed brought the chain in closer as he advanced on her, a grimace spread on his face as he forced her to close the gap. “Show me the tapes,” he growled.
She nodded, her eyes like dinner plates as she glanced down at his hand holding the chain. “Yes, sir! I'll show them to you!”
They went back into the house and headed for her office. She sat down in front of her computer, with Zed standing behind her, leash still tightly gripped, and logged in.
He was seething with rage. His breath felt like steam and fire in his chest, burning as it filled his lungs. He watched her as she brought up a folder filled with files labeled with dates going back over the last two or three days, from multiple cameras. “You forgot about all of these?” he growled, yanking the chain for emphasis.
She cringed. “I'm sorry, sir,” she said, her finger nervously tapping on the mouse.
He still didn't believe her. How could he? Who could forget about their house being covered in security cameras? “Delete them, then,” he said, gripping the leash tighter. “Get rid of them and any other backups you have. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, nodding as she set to the task he'd ordered.
He watched her with disdain. This was the problem with everything. Everyone lied, and everyone was underhanded. She'd been playing with his emotions since last night. She had no intention of helping him, and no intention of trying to get to know him better, like she'd told Jackie on the phone.
“You're the fucking problem, Abby You, and people like you,” he growled. “Corporations too giant to fail control everything, with dirty, conniving people at the top of each and every one of them. All you do is crush little people like Kai and me, ruin our lives, and cash in on your stock options and your fat salaries. You people make me fucking sick.”
“But I—”
“Come on,” Zed said, yanking her lead and pulling her from the chair.
She grabbed onto the edge of the desk to stop him from bringing her along, but Zed whipped around when he felt the resistance.
“Keep fighting it, and it'll be worse, Abby,” he growled.
She let go of the desk and came along with him.
“Don't worry,” he said, as he pulled her along to the bedroom. “I'm going to make you better than them. You'll see.”
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Abby
“Strip,” he commanded, as she followed him into the center of the bedroom. “Now.”
Abby went to pull her shirt off, but realized the chain was in the way.
Zed growled in frustration, as he grabbed the scissors and turned to her.
Oh God, this was it. She'd finally pushed him too far.
He grabbed the front of her shirt and cut the bottom of it, splitting the hem. He gripped both sides of the separated fabric and tore it apart
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he disrobed her so unceremoniously. She bit her lip, her breath coming faster as his warm, strong hands brushed over her flat stomach. He continued to tear her shirt up the middle, until it was just a destroyed rag that did nothing to cover her.
“Now,” he commanded. “Finish.”
She nodded. “Yes . . . yes, sir,” she replied, as she stripped down to the lacy white bra she'd picked out earlier in the day. She reached behind her back, unsnapped it, and dropped it to the floor. Her nipples rose immediately as the cool air struck them, and she sucked in a sharp breath as they stiffened.
“The rest of it,” he barked.
This was it. This was her third offense against the rules. Something like fear and nervousness warred together in her body, one trying to dominate the other.
She undid the front of her shorts and shimmied them down her body, stripping her white panties along with them. Now, as she thought of her choice in underwear, she realized it looked like she was subconsciously trying to hold onto some sense of purity. Maybe she was, in her mind, at least.
Abby quickly realized it was just her mind trying to hold onto that innocence. The smell of her musky excitement filled the air as she dropped her clothes in a pool of cloth at her feet.
Zed took a deep breath. She knew he could smell her, too. He stepped forward, the cold chain shifting so it grazed over a stiff nipple.
She sucked in a sharp breath as a wave of kinky pleasure she knew she shouldn't have been feeling washed over her. She bit her lip, sealing in a moan as his hand came up again and cupped her other breast.
Her body wanted to push her breast into that rough, firm palm. Part of her wanted to beg him to fill her—to take her. But her mind wouldn't allow it. It was still bent on resistance and on fighting against his will.
His hand still holding her lead, he walked around behind her. The cold, metal chain brushed over her skin as it wrapped around the side of her stomach and over her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
God, she wanted him to use her. She could feel her unbidden excitement dripping down the insides of her thighs, clear evidence of how much she needed his touch. She needed to do as she was told.
Zed grabbed her ass, just like he had the first day he'd taken her, when he'd forced her to strip in her living room. He was more gentle this time, though, not squeezing with his fingertips. Instead, he rubbed her, kneading her rump.
She pushed back into his hand before she could catch herself, her hips subtly urging him to take his time and enjoy himself. She cursed herself for letting her hormones and lust take control. She bit her lip and looked back over her shoulder at him.
He stared down at her ass, unaware she'd turned to watch him, as he continued to massage her. Then his eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Eyes forward,” he barked.
“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, as she turned and looked straight ahead.
He let her cheek drop, producing a nice, womanly jiggle from Abby, and walked back around in front. He stopped inches away from her, his body imposing as it blocked her entire view of the room. His breath was coming heavier and faster now, heat rolling off his body. He was so hot that Abby felt she could survive winter by just standing close to his musclebound form.
“On your knees,” he growled.
She paused for a moment. Was he really going . . .?
He shot her a look, his eyes narrow and intense.
“Yes, sir,” she said, knowing exactly what the look meant. She dropped to her knees and let her legs fold beneath her, the collar chafing against her
neck as he tightened his grip on the chain. All she could hear was the sound of her own breath filling her body. Breathe in, breathe out, each one thunderous and all-encompassing.
She could see the outline of his long, thick manhood as it bulged in his pants, just inches from her nose. He was hard, excited by her naked body and by the position he had her in. And she couldn't help but be excited too.
“Unzip me,” he instructed, as he yanked her up so she straightened herself.
She was so small compared to him that she had to kneel completely upright. She unconsciously licked her lips and glanced up at him.
“I said unzip me,” he barked. “Not look at me, slut.”
She nodded, her pussy dripping at his words and actions that were meant to demean her. But she didn't feel demeaned at all, she realized. She just felt excited by the way his he seemed to command immediate subservience. And, fuck, she wanted to serve him. She reached up and unzipped the front of his slacks.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, undress me the rest of the way.”
She reached up, her fingers trembling with anticipating, and began to unbuckle his belt. She unsnapped his slacks and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.
His engorged manhood leaped out of his underwear, and she jerked back so it could bob freely in front of her face. He was huge. A big, purplish head crowned his long, thick length, pre-cum dripping from the tip. A set of heavy testicles hung between his massive, toned legs, perfect forms that were just begging to be tongued and played with.
Abby had always hated to give blow jobs, but something about Zed's shaft and balls, and the demeaning chain and collar, set a fire inside her and between her legs. She licked her lips again, her mouth salivating just like Pavlov's dog, her body shaking in its eagerness for him to give her the command she knew was coming. Still, though, she dropped her hands back to her lap and continued to wait.
He wrapped the chain around his hand, tightening it further as he shortened the length. Less than a foot of steel was still extended, and the collar pulled at her neck cruelly as she waited for the word.
She bit her lip, fighting back a groan of need as she waited.
“Suck it,” Zed groaned, as he pulled Abby's chain, guiding her towards his proud, manly cock. The collar strained against her neck as she put up a token resistance, her brain still not wanting to fully give in to his demands. The collar rubbed deliciously against her skin as he inexorably guided her mouth to his member.
She parted her lips slowly as she dropped her token fight and allowed herself to be guided forward. She closed her eyes as she tasted him with her tongue, swirling it around his excited head and savoring her first taste of his pre-cum.
He groaned as she flicked her tongue over his little slit, took him between her lips, and sucked gently. “Good,” he groaned, “I knew those lips were good for something. Show me what you can do, slut.”
She looked up at him again, gauging his reaction as she stretched her mouth and tried to fit more of him in. Her jaw ached as it stretched around him, her tongue swirling and lashing all around his head and shaft as she moved up and down him. She pulled back as she felt the chain loosen a little and ran her pursed and sucking lips down the underside of his head and shaft, tantalizing him with her mouth.
He ran his fingers through her blonde hair, a whispered string of filthy encouragement flying from his lips. “God, your whore lips feeling amazing on my cock. Give it more tongue, you dirty slut. That's it, slut, put my cock in your mouth.”
She bobbed her head on his shaft, taking more of him with each movement. Soon, he was reaching her gagging point, and she pulled back a little as she brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his huge circumference, the tips of her fingers barely touching.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he let out a guttural groan of pleasure, his hips moving forward to thrust himself through her hand. “I knew you'd be a good little cocksucker, Abby,” he growled, as he gripped her hair more tightly and pushed his cock into her mouth. “A good little slut.”
She tried to pull back as he thrust himself deeper, but his hand held her in place. She realized how wet she was, and she slipped a hand down between her thighs to play with herself. She opened her mouth wider as he fed more to her, trying to relax her jaw as she gagged around his length.
“I see your hand down there,” he groaned, as he choked again. “You're enjoying my cock, aren't you slut?”
She looked up and they locked eyes. Ashamed of herself, suddenly, she nodded, as her fingers become a frenetic mess, slipping down to her folds and collecting more of her own lubricant to rub on her clit. She breathed quickly and raggedly through her nostrils as tears began to form at the corner of her eyes, the pleasure flooding her body as she indulged herself in the sluttiest thing she'd ever experienced.
Still, he fucked in and out of her mouth, his hand now pulling her onto him with each tug of her hair. The pain mixed with the pleasure from her fingers, and she knew she was close as her saliva dribbled from her lips and dripped down her chin.
All she could do was pray that he'd cum soon. Not because she wanted it to be over. No, far from it. Normally, she hated the taste of cum, but with the smell of his manliness filling her nose and taste buds, seemingly overexciting them, all she could think of was what he would taste like. She moaned around his length, encouraging her captor to fill her begging mouth with his seed.
Soon, she felt his whole body tense as she swirled her tongue around his shaft. He seemed to swell in her mouth to an even bigger size, and began to pulse with barely contained passion. Knowing what was soon arriving, she did the exact opposite of what she normally did and closed her lips around him as tightly as possible, beginning to suck for all she was worth. She'd never so badly wanted a man to cum in her mouth, and had never wanted so desperately to swallow all of him down.
He threw his head back, a low groan coming from deep in his body. He shuddered all over, his knees weakening and shaking in front of her eyes as his fingers wrapped themselves in her hair, and his other hand yanked on the chain connected to the collar around her neck. Finally, he began to pump into her mouth, his seed shooting onto her tongue. “Fuck, you're amazing,” he purred, the hand holding the chain leash stroking her face. “Such a good girl. Maybe there's hope for you yet.”
She savored as much of his sweet and salty cum as she could, her eyes closed as her fingers finally fulfilled their goal and brought her to a wracking orgasm. Her stomach trembled and her thighs shook as she began to swallow him down to make plenty of room. A fire seemed to sweep through her, engulfing her entirely, from her toes to the tips of her nipples, as she moaned loudly around his stiff rod. Her eyes swept up and over his body and over the delighted, content look on his face. And, oddly, she loved watching that serenity as it spread over his face. For the first time since she'd met him, he seemed to be at peace.
The cum ran from the corners of her mouth and down over her chin, as his cock began to soften.
She slurped on him hungrily, milking him and swallowing down what she could get. When his cock was back to half-hard, she brought her other hand up from between her thighs and lifted him out of the way, so her tongue and lips could get to his heavy, tightened balls.
He groaned appreciatively as she sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth, her tongue swirling over their smoothness. “You can get up now, Abby. You did a wonderful job.”
“Not much of a punishment, sir,” she whispered, as she settled back down on her legs, her wanton need sated for the time being.
He dropped the chain from his hand, letting it slink off and straighten back into a long strand of steel that slapped against her skin as he untangled his other hand from her long, blonde hair. He ran his thumb over her chin, collecting some of the cum she'd missed as he'd finished. “Maybe you didn't need one, after all,” he said, as he positioned the now pearled tip of this thumb in front of her lips. “Maybe you weren't lying about the cameras.”
They exchanged a long, searing look as she slowly leaned her head forward and slid her lips over his thumb, her tongue swirling around and cleaning it of his delicious nectar. She smiled a little and moaned around his digit. She moaned at her own dirtiness and at how it made her feel as she thought of how filthy and kinky this all was.
But, fuck, he'd called her such a good girl as she did what she was told. The look on his face and the feelings between her legs were both incredible. Her orgasm from just her hand was almost as bone-shaking as the day before.
Unfortunately, great sex, strong body, and beautiful cock, or not, she still couldn't afford to break. This man was nuts, especially with what he wanted her to do. She needed to remember that, no matter how much pleasure he could give her body.
