Abigail
Part 2 - "V Card"
Abigail stood at the doorway of a very nice posh hotel. A hotel that was miles beyond her college budget of stale ramen and long nights of drinking only coffee to sustain her.
She had found a new sustenance to fulfill her appetite and his name was Malcolm. Her Master.
Abigail was getting used to using the 'formal' term he persisted she used when she was in his presence - a new way of manners she did not know she needed to possess to be possessed by him.
Their entanglement started a few weeks ago, at a kink party she stumbled upon, unbenounced to the chaos she would get herself into once she met her Master. He consumed her every thought since their brief play session, the bruises on her ass not the only mark he left on her virgin body.
Since getting the courage to text him they had a total of three play sessions. Abigail hadn't mentioned she was a virgin in every way - not just in the new territory of BDSM.
Her true intentions at the kink party were to learn more about sex from sexual masters, or so, that is what she was told they were. Her best friend, Charlotte, had gushed about her time with a Dominant that led Abigail to believe she would be in safe strong hands.
Moments into the party Charlotte texted her that she was sick and had to bail, leaving Abigail alone as a baby deer in the woods of sensual hunters. She desperately wanted to turn around and leave the party but she was already plastered to the pink leather sofa with party members holding her gaze.
The gaze of a particular stranger undid her and now she was his slave.
'Submissive', right, that is what he wanted her to call herself, Malcolm was very stern on the correct punctuation. He told her a few times ago that in order for her to truly be his he would have to ceremoniously collar her.
A step she was not willing to take yet.
She needed to speak to him about her virgin status first.
She bit her lip as she awaited for the hotel room to open, the carved inlet of the door told her how much money was put into the establishment. Abigail blushed the first time she walked through the grand hotel lobby, a new experience for her to be an ant in a vast container of wealth. She noticed her sneakers squeaked on the marble floor as she followed her Master to his room - a sign she did not belong there.
The door opened and her breath caught at the sight of Malcolm. Half of his body was hidden away but the other half was a dripping wet fantasy come true. He had on his usual black slacks and long sleeve button down unbuttoned and revealing his muscled chest. His long tan fingers curled around the door as he opened it and let her in. Abigail let naughty visuals play through her mind of what those fingers could do.
Malcom towered over her as he shut the door behind her once she was in her habitual position of standing in the foyer waiting for further instructions. The height difference between them didn't affect them as he came up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. He softly breathed in her scent as he lowered his face into her hair.
A greeting only an animal would make and he was no man when he wore his favorite role of being a Dominant.
"Abigail," He whispered as his hands traveled lower, along her arms, sending shivers through her spine and into her pelvis. The heat of his fingers ignited her lower region to swell and ache as her heart thudded with the beginnings of anticipation.
Abigail knew the rules. She wasn't allowed to touch him, move, speak, or do anything without his approval. As much as she hated having visible restraints she understood why they were in place. The body wanted what the heart could not have.
She bawled her hands into fists, quelling the urge to spin around and rip his
clothes off as he continued to caress her skin lightly. Malcom was a master at teasing, knowing exactly how to pluck and play with her like his favorite instrument for his enjoyment. The more time she spent with him, the more she saw how much arousal he had with the small gestures of teasing torture.
His hands found hers and he coaxed her fingers to release her fists, sliding his fingers in-between hers and giving her an enveloping squeeze. He nuzzled his strong nose into her hair and pushed her silky blonde hair off her back for him to kiss along the back of her neck.
She groaned, her panties feverishly wet and hot with hunger as he trailed his lusciously plump lips along her skin. One of his hands still held hers and she squeezed it to send him a signal of her excitement. He took both of their hands and rested it across her chest, making her cup her own breast as his strong hand massaged and worked it in tandem.
Abigail stifled a moan and bit her lip, pressing her thighs together, to stop herself from becoming too turned on. The ache was unbearable as their first encounter sent shivers along her entire skeleton and a craving so deep she thought it would never be satisfied.
"That's my girl," He purred in her ear as he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, approving of her squirming before him. He quickly released her and spun her around by grabbing her hips, his fingers firmly pressing into the sides of her jeans, showing he too had been aching for her.
His mouth found hers as they collided in a burning wake, pressing their bodies tightly against each other, encircling one another with their feverish lust. Abigail slid her hands into his medium length curly hair, tugging on the curls as she reached her tongue inside his mouth. He pressed his hard bulge against her, grinding against her gently tasting how intoxicating their desire had become.
Abigail got a wicked idea as she noticed Malcom becoming undone by her presence, wanting to put to the test how much he truly wanted her. She slid one hand down the front of his body, savoring the carved marble of abs underneath his opened shirt, before continuing lower until she found his hardness waiting for her. She seized her chance and gripped his erection through his pants, a small bounce of excitement being felt in the palm of her hand.
"Fuck!" Malcolm growled as he pulled away from kissing her, both of his hands instantly clamping down on Abigail's wrists as he pinned her away from him.
Lust sizzled in his eyes as he tried to calm his arousal and he said to her through gritted teeth, "You may not touch me Abigail, you know the rules."
"Oh? I can't?" She blinked at him with big doe eyes, feigning to remember the 'rules' he so curtly told her. Several times.
His dark eyes flashed with humor as he smiled a devilish grin at her, his grip loosening ever so slightly on her wrists.
"No...you can't..." His face softened as he looked down at her, taking one hand to caress her cheek, "And now you must be punished."
She tried to hide her smile of delight before he swiftly picked her up and carried her over his shoulder like a soldier going into battle with his libido.
Malcolm carried her into the bedroom room of the suite, fitted with a king sized bed and vanities fit for royals. A massive armoire and TV were stationed on the opposite wall of the bed, a perfect setup for late night movie cuddles or couples browsing for erotic enjoyment.
He threw her on the bed and walked over to the closest nightstand to open a drawer and retrieve toys from his collection. Abigail soundly flipped on her back once she landed on the soft down of the massive comforter - the sheets having a thread count higher than her bank account.
