The Enticement
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“Ah, but you didn’t and I read all three pages.”
I groaned.
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t want me to read it,” he said. “I enjoyed the one about the artwork. I happen to like that painting, too, by the way.”
“It’s just embarrassing,” I mumbled.
“I thought it was very sweet and it inspired me to write my own list.” He kissed the back of my neck. “Things I Know About Abigail …”
As he recited his list, he ran his hands over the slope of my ass and down my legs. Then slowly, he began to tie my legs to either side of the table with sure fingers. I shivered while he worked. The normal intensity of a bondage scene was heightened by his softly spoken words of adoration.
He stepped back once I was secured. “What do you think of my list, Abigail?”
His words and touch had lulled me into an almost hypnotic state of blissed-out arousal. My body craved his hands on me again and my mind wanted to hear more.
“I’m not sorry at all now that I left that list in my journal,” I said with a sigh. “But I’ll admit, your list was better than mine, Master.”
“You wrote yours off the top of your head. I had a lot more time to think about mine.”
He stepped back and I wondered idly if DeVaan was taking pictures of me bound to the table. From the back corner of the room came a gentle humming sound. He was doing something. But even though it was relatively quiet in the playroom, I’d yet to hear the camera shutter.
Another sound filled the quiet spaces of the room. This time it was the unzipping of pants and the rustle as they came off. I jumped when a cool trickle of lube fell along my backside.
Nathaniel eased a prepared finger into me and at the same time whispered, “He’s also taping this. Remember your fantasy from when Simon and Lynne came over?”
“Yes, Master.” I did and I’m not sure why I was surprised he remembered as well.
“I’m going to fuck your ass and he’s going to tape it. But first, you’re going to ask for it like a good girl.”
My body tensed at his words. It’d been so long since we had anal sex. Sure, I used a plug occasionally, but there was a big difference between that and his cock.
“None of that now,” he said and his free hand worked itself between my legs and played with my clit. “It’s been a while, but you know how good I’ll make it. And I can’t wait to feel your tight ass take my cock.”
Slowly, his touch worked my body back into a state of arousal where I didn’t care what he did. I just wanted him inside me. However he chose that to be.
He pressed the head of his cock against my anus and slipped in just the tip. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pushed in a bit more. “Been too long.”
His hand was still between my legs, ensuring I stayed on the edge, with his knowledgeable fingers stroking me just so. His hips worked slowly, inching in and pulling out. Never going completely in, but teasing me by making me think the next thrust forward would be the one he entered me fully.
But it never was and with each passing stroke and slide, the need to have him inside grew and intensified. But I couldn’t figure out what he was waiting for. My entire body pulsed with the desire to be filled. His grunt of self-restraint proved he felt the same. So why was he waiting?
His words echoed in my head, “You’re going to ask for it like a good girl.”
“Take me, Master,” I begged.
With a satisfied sigh and “Yes” he pulled out and thrust in me completely. He was right—it had been too long and I gasped at how full he made me.
“Fucking love this tight ass,” he said, smacking it sharply. “Makes my cock feel so good.” He pushed two fingers inside me, pressing that spot that made me squeal. “I think someday soon we’ll have a week where I only take your ass.”
His deep strokes and wicked fingers were making my internal throb worse and I skirted the edge of my release, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“Please let me come, Master.”
He thrust into me with a grunt. “Whenever you want.”
I didn’t even try to hold out, but simply let my body relax as my orgasm rippled through. He didn’t stop.
“My turn,” he said in a half growl and started fucking me harder. The burn of his possession drove me toward another climax. As he pushed in and held himself deep inside, his release triggered my second.
Normally, he’d stay pressed against me while we recovered, so I was surprised when he almost immediately pulled back. I nearly balked at the emptiness. Nathaniel moved to stand near my head and gently removed the blindfold.
I groaned.
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t want me to read it,” he said. “I enjoyed the one about the artwork. I happen to like that painting, too, by the way.”
“It’s just embarrassing,” I mumbled.
“I thought it was very sweet and it inspired me to write my own list.” He kissed the back of my neck. “Things I Know About Abigail …”
As he recited his list, he ran his hands over the slope of my ass and down my legs. Then slowly, he began to tie my legs to either side of the table with sure fingers. I shivered while he worked. The normal intensity of a bondage scene was heightened by his softly spoken words of adoration.
He stepped back once I was secured. “What do you think of my list, Abigail?”
His words and touch had lulled me into an almost hypnotic state of blissed-out arousal. My body craved his hands on me again and my mind wanted to hear more.
“I’m not sorry at all now that I left that list in my journal,” I said with a sigh. “But I’ll admit, your list was better than mine, Master.”
“You wrote yours off the top of your head. I had a lot more time to think about mine.”
He stepped back and I wondered idly if DeVaan was taking pictures of me bound to the table. From the back corner of the room came a gentle humming sound. He was doing something. But even though it was relatively quiet in the playroom, I’d yet to hear the camera shutter.
Another sound filled the quiet spaces of the room. This time it was the unzipping of pants and the rustle as they came off. I jumped when a cool trickle of lube fell along my backside.
Nathaniel eased a prepared finger into me and at the same time whispered, “He’s also taping this. Remember your fantasy from when Simon and Lynne came over?”
“Yes, Master.” I did and I’m not sure why I was surprised he remembered as well.
“I’m going to fuck your ass and he’s going to tape it. But first, you’re going to ask for it like a good girl.”
My body tensed at his words. It’d been so long since we had anal sex. Sure, I used a plug occasionally, but there was a big difference between that and his cock.
“None of that now,” he said and his free hand worked itself between my legs and played with my clit. “It’s been a while, but you know how good I’ll make it. And I can’t wait to feel your tight ass take my cock.”
Slowly, his touch worked my body back into a state of arousal where I didn’t care what he did. I just wanted him inside me. However he chose that to be.
He pressed the head of his cock against my anus and slipped in just the tip. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pushed in a bit more. “Been too long.”
His hand was still between my legs, ensuring I stayed on the edge, with his knowledgeable fingers stroking me just so. His hips worked slowly, inching in and pulling out. Never going completely in, but teasing me by making me think the next thrust forward would be the one he entered me fully.
But it never was and with each passing stroke and slide, the need to have him inside grew and intensified. But I couldn’t figure out what he was waiting for. My entire body pulsed with the desire to be filled. His grunt of self-restraint proved he felt the same. So why was he waiting?
His words echoed in my head, “You’re going to ask for it like a good girl.”
“Take me, Master,” I begged.
With a satisfied sigh and “Yes” he pulled out and thrust in me completely. He was right—it had been too long and I gasped at how full he made me.
“Fucking love this tight ass,” he said, smacking it sharply. “Makes my cock feel so good.” He pushed two fingers inside me, pressing that spot that made me squeal. “I think someday soon we’ll have a week where I only take your ass.”
His deep strokes and wicked fingers were making my internal throb worse and I skirted the edge of my release, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“Please let me come, Master.”
He thrust into me with a grunt. “Whenever you want.”
I didn’t even try to hold out, but simply let my body relax as my orgasm rippled through. He didn’t stop.
“My turn,” he said in a half growl and started fucking me harder. The burn of his possession drove me toward another climax. As he pushed in and held himself deep inside, his release triggered my second.
Normally, he’d stay pressed against me while we recovered, so I was surprised when he almost immediately pulled back. I nearly balked at the emptiness. Nathaniel moved to stand near my head and gently removed the blindfold.
