by Naomi West
Deep down, he wished this had been their wedding, not hers and Ethan's. He wished, more than anything, that Abby had been going to walk down the aisle to his waiting hand.
Then, it hit him. “Shit,” Zed groaned to the car. Abby just groaned wordlessly back.
Kai. He hadn't even considered how this would affect his brother, or his girlfriend. He was pretty sure Kara hadn't intended him to do this. Of course, it wasn't like he or Abby had ever revealed the whole, unvarnished story to everyone. That had been part of the reason why he'd plead guilty. He knew Abby had no desire to be forced to testify against him, and there was no reason why their personal stories needed to be thrust into the limelight like that.
If this somehow made national news, he and his brother would be thrust right back into the spotlight. And, if things didn't go well, this wasn't exactly the same as exposing a massive drug fraud case. He doubted he'd garner as much sympathy for this stupid move.
He didn't know what he was thinking. But, at least this time, no one else's life was on the line besides his. This was his stupid decision to make, and no one else’s. But, when everything was said and done, at least one thing would be true. He could at least finally unburden himself to her and force her to listen to the thoughts that had kept him alive in that jail cell from one day to the next.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Zed
Abby was beginning to come out of her stupor when he pulled up in front of the house. Before she could completely come to, though, he'd already slipped into the house and opened the garage door, then pulled the car in next to her Escalade.
“Did you break into my house earlier?” she asked, as he lead her inside by the arm, his hand still clamped down like a vice.
He ignored her. He had, of course, to get her sedative she still kept in the nightstand. But he still ignored her. There were more important things going on. He dragged her into the middle of the living room with one hand, and grabbed one of the chair from the dining room, the one that they'd used as her timeout chair so long ago. He put the chair in front of the couch and ordered her to stand in front of it. “Strip,” he said, as soon as he was in position, his voice full of the command and authority he knew she remembered.
She looked at him, her eyes blinking. Finally, she seemed to register what was going on, and her eyes dropped to the rug in front of her. She reached behind her back and unzipped her wedding dress.
His eyes swept down over her body, taking all of her in as she dropped her white gown to the floor. She was breathtaking in her matching lacy white lingerie, and Zed had suppress a needful groan as he looked on her with longing.
She looked up at him and locked her eyes with his, keeping his gaze on her like she had engaged some sort of magnetic bonding between them, as she slipped her panties down over her hips, letting them slide to the floor.
Zed nodded to her bra. “That too,” he said.
She turned away a little, hiding what he imagined were shame-filled eyes. But, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, then shrugged out of it, letting it drop from her body one strap at a time.
He picked up the roll of duct tape he'd found in the mudroom, just where she'd kept it the last time he'd been in her home. He walked around behind her, took both hands, and pulled them to her back. “Hold them there,” he ordered, then began to tape her wrists together.
Because of the way he had her arms pinned back, her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling almost hypnotically. It was like waves crashing on the ocean.
He tore another small piece of tape and put it over her lips. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the time out chair.
She gracefully sat in the chair, her eyes fastened to his.
He took a seat on the couch in front of her, their eyes still glued together. “Abby,” he began. “I need you to sit there, and I need you to listen to me. This is important.”
With her eyes still locked on his, though, she just slowly shook her head. She rose from the timeout chair, her eyes never leaving his face as she crossed the short distance to him, her hips swaying with every step. She stopped just in front of him, and he unconsciously moved farther back in to his seat.
He gazed up into her eyes, into the wanton lust there, but also the love. She looked so beautiful, with the downy blonde thatch between her legs, the light pink of her nipples, her flat stomach, and the delicate structure of her hip bone.
She didn't blink as she put first one knee up on the couch cushion just next to his thigh, then the other.
Zed was speechless as she began to settle onto his lap, her back still arched as she presented herself to him, her master.
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Abby
Deep in her heart of hearts, Abby knew this was what she wanted—no, what she needed. She needed to belong to Zed in this way, mind, heart, body, and soul. Anything less, and she'd never be a complete woman. She would always feel like she was missing a limb, like a piece of herself was lost wandering in the world somewhere without her. She knew from the look in his eyes, from the sound of his voice, that Zed understood her need, and felt the same way.
She realized that Ethan, on the other hand, had just been a rebound. He was sweet, and kind, and a little boring, but he'd never make her feel this way. He'd never bruise her flesh, leave welts on her back, or force his cock down her throat as she gagged for more. Even his bedroom talk was pretty tame.
Abby Winters needed more. She needed a man strong enough to make her submit. Sometimes willingly, sometimes unwillingly.
And, as Zed's fingers dug into her cheeks so hard she'd have bruises for days, she knew she'd made the right choice. As she felt her master's manhood rising from between his legs, rising very much to the occasion of her straddling his lap, and she knew she'd made the right choice.
Zed dipped his head to her chest as she pushed a nipple into his mouth. He bit down hard, and she felt like she was about explode from the sweetly sharp pain that flooded her body.
She screamed into the duct tape, pushing more of herself into his mouth and more of her ass into his hands.
He gripped her tighter and spread her cheeks lewdly as she moved herself on his lap, grinding her wetness into his slacks. Zed sucked her nipple hard, paused, and flicked his tongue over it. He snaked a hand up her front, cupping a breast in his rugged, calloused hand, teasing her with his palm.
She groaned around the gag, pleading for him to cover more of her.
But his hand didn't stop there. It moved up to her throat, encircling it tightly.
She closed her eyes, loving the feeling of him around her neck, of how in control he seemed, and how out of control she felt. Nothing seemed to matter as he held her like this, as he continued to alternately flick his tongue on her nipple one moment, then bite it painfully the next.
Zed released her throat, and his hand tore the tape from her lips.
“Ah!” she screamed, pressing her sex deeper into his lap.
“Hands stay bound,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice instantly sounding like it had a year ago. Complete submission. Complete lust. Complete need. Now, complete love.
He pulled her lips down to his and kissed her intensely.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth, just like she knew her master liked, worrying at it lightly with her teeth until he pulled back.
He put his hands back under her ass and lifted her from his lap, quickly dropping her on the couch in a heap.
Her arms twisted up a little uncomfortable behind her, but somehow it all seemed more erotic as she was forced to watch him undress. She desperately wanted to reach out to him, to help him disrobe, if only to speed him along, but she couldn't with her hands tied behind her back. It was like she was back in that timeout chair all that time ago, desperately wanting to join the world, but unable to because of Zed's desires to show her her place. So, instead, she bit her lip and she watched as he quickly stripped naked.
His manhood prece
ded him as he approached the couch, his purple head pointing straight for her slightly parted lips. He reached down and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulled her up into position, then reached his hand into her hairspray-stiffened hair, with all the beautiful wedding flower woven into it.
She gazed up at him as he tightened his grip on her hair, the pain delicious as she opened her mouth to receive him. She held her breath, waiting.
He thrust slowly into her mouth at first, giving her a moment to get used to his size again.
She swirled her tongue around his head as he pushed into her mouth, filling her entirely. He pulled back each time she gagged, but still he came back on, sliding in and out of her eager lips. She moaned around his shaft, praying that he'd soon begin to play with her, but also knowing that her master would take care of her. He always had in the past, so why would he stop now?
His heavy balls slapped her chin, and her saliva rolled down her lips, over her makeup.
“I love the way you look right now, Abby,” he said, stroking her cheek with one hand. “Your lipstick's rubbing off on my cock and your spit's sliding down my balls. I love you right now, Abby. I'll love you always.”
She closed her eyes, moaning in delight at how happy and excited he sounded. She moved her head faster, taking the reins from him a little and bobbing her own head on his shaft. She sucked him hard, grazing her teeth lightly on the underside.
He half-groaned, half-growled, with this head thrown back, his hips moving forward faster as he fucked her willing mouth. After just a little bit of that, though, he pulled out from her lips.
Abby whimpered a little, but not for long.
Zed grabbed her hips and pulled them out from under her. She fell on to her hands and back, sinking into the thick cushions of the couch, as he dropped to his knees before her and spread her legs. His mouth and tongue found her sex in an instant, his hot breath like dragon fire as he breathed on her. He kissed her inner thigh, his tongue tickling and drawing figures as he wetly moved up to her dripping pussy.
“Oh, sir,” she moaned between pants. “Oh, please, sir, make me yours. It's been so long since I've felt you down there.”
His tongue began in long laps, stroking up and down her lips, parting them with each lashing.
She groaned as he found her clit, teasing it gently before sucking first one pouty lip into his mouth, then another. Soon, though, her head was lolling back and forth, her moans filling the big empty house as she thrust her hips into his mouth. His tongue focused on worrying away at her clit, a spot just above and around the sides, as he slipped two rough fingers within her.
He hooked them and found her g-spot quickly with the pads of his fingers.
The flame inside her stoked higher as pleasure replaced all her senses. She grunted and groaned out her pleasure, her hips moving and thrusting as she cried out his name. Already, she was close, and he knew it. God, she hoped he wouldn't make her wait. “Please sir,” she whined. “Can I cum already? Please?”
He took his lips away. “Just this one time. But only because you've been such a good girl so far.” He grabbed one of her legs and hooked it back over his shoulder, then immediately went back to worrying her little nub and her most sensitive spot.
Almost on cue, she felt her release building and her capacity for pleasure being pushed to the limit. She cried out, her body buckling under the wave that washed over her. Suddenly, she was thrashing on the prim and proper couch like a dirty slut under her master's tongue, and she silently prayed it would be like this for the rest of her life.
He smiled between her legs as she continued to spasm, her body flooding over his lips. He kept licking and kept his fingers going, as he pushed her into another, and another, until her body was almost spent already.
She felt herself almost collapse under the waves of pleasure and pain, her arms sore behind her back as she crushed them into the cushions.
Zed rose from between her legs. He lowered his lips to hers as his hand grabbed a nipple and twisted hard, pulling it away from her firm, shapely breast. The smell of her own sex filled her nose, and it made her want to feel and taste his kiss all the more.
The mix of pleasure and pain, both so intense and so sharp, were a wicked cocktail, almost as lovely as the one she'd experienced back in the hotel room when he'd first arrived. She opened her mouth to him willingly, purring like a spoiled cat as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, swirling her own around it. She yelped a little, her body feeling a little aftershock of orgasm as he pinched her nipple hard again, just like before.
He pulled his lips back from hers, then picked her up bodily once more.
She kept her mouth shut, knowing that, wherever her master was about to put her, she'd be put to good use by him.
He turned her around and dropped her on the couch on her knees, so her sex was on full display for him and her face was pushed into the cushions. He slid the head of his cock up and down her full, spread lips from behind as he grabbed her hair. “You're mine now. Do you understand that?”
She nodded frantically, wanting to make him happy. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Of course, sir.”
“Good,” he said, as he slid his cock into her.
The feeling of fullness she'd never been able to experience with Ethan came back like a wave of relief. She sighed and moaned, biting her lip at the pleasure-pain as Zed filled her from behind, his manhood pushing her to her limits. “Oh, God, sir, I'd forgotten how wonderful you were.”
He slapped her ass, hard, forcing a startled cry of pain from her lips. “Don't ever forget it again,” he said, spanking her hard another time, and another, as he continued to ease his cock into her.
She pushed back into him, her legs coiled beneath her, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she cried out again as she struggled against the tape binding her hands. “Oh, sir, please, more.”
He spanked her harder, creating claps of thunder.
She bucked under his strikes, moaning with the sensory overload and with all the mixes of stimulation. The pleasure flooded her body, sending her extremities tingling, even as her behind and thighs cried out in screaming agony that was too delicious to ignore. She came again, her eyes squeezed so tightly tears ran down her face.
As he fucked her from behind, Zed reached down and began to tear the bonds from her wrists. Duct tape tore laterally like that, she had quickly learned, with the right kind of pressure. No knives or scissors were needed. “Up, and grasp the back of the couch,” he growled, a rough hand pulling her head from the cushions by her done-up hair.
She pushed back into his cock as she rose from the couch, her hands finding the back of the cushions.
She realized why he want her in that position as he pulled her closer against from behind, his hands grasping and massaging her full breasts, his teeth biting cruelly into her shoulders and neck.
She arched into his arms as his fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples, as they pulled them from her and twisted them hard. She groaned as he raked his blunt nails across her stomach, leaving red claw marks to mar her creamy white complexion.
“Is this what you want?” he growled in her ear, as his pelvis slammed into her ass from behind. “Do you want to be used and tortured every time you fuck your master? Tell me now, so I can hear you scream it while I fill you.”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned, her knees going weak.
“Louder,” he growled, his hips slamming into her, pushing the couch into the wall so hard they might have to replace the drywall when it was all said and done. “I want the neighbors to hear how much you want it.”
“YES SIR!”
Then he was pulling her head back by her hair, his fingers twisting cruelly and painfully as his other hand covered her throat. He began to pound into her faster than before, like a jackhammer.
“Oh, Abby, I love you!” he shouted as he began to fill her with his seed, his hips not slowing for a moment as he bit down hard on her shoulder
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She screamed as she came one last time, her whole body going loose as a wet noodle. If Zed hadn't been holding her in his burly arms, she would have collapsed right there on the couch, forcing him to pound her into the cushions again while he finished.
His rod deflated and slipped from her with a loud noise, and Abby blushed. Of all the things they'd done together, and that she’d enjoyed, she realized that was what embarrassed her.
She was weary all over, and so wonderfully sore and pleasured. Her body ached, but she realized she could go all day with him if she needed to. Still kneeling on the couch, Abby turned around in his arms, threw her own around his neck and pulled his lips to meet hers.
