best submissives I’ve ever had, so compliant and open to anything. No matter what I had said to her at Scott’s party, none of it was true. She didn’t need to change; she was perfect the way she was.
“I know, Sir, I promise I won’t touch, just please, make me cum. I want you so bad, Sir, I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” I keep a firm grasp around her throat, squeezing ever so gently to make her eyes roll back in their sockets. I have hidden this side of me from Abbi, she is far too damaged and weak to deal with the dominant man I naturally am. She needs love and compassion, not a spanking and rough fucking.
“That’s it, baby, relax.” I bring the hand grasping at her breasts, down between her thighs. My fingers dip inside her dripping opening, causing her body to rise from the desk. “Always so ready for me, Kalina. Good girl. Now, let’s see if we can finish what he started.” I nod to the pile of the bloodied, dying human on the carpet.
I fill her pussy with three of my fingers, her tight walls clamping down on me hard. “So tight, Pet. Now ride my hand, fuck it hard. Make yourself cum.” She begins to move up and down on the desk, her hot cunt smothering my hand as she descends onto it repeatedly. My fingers are hitting her cervix full force, her body jolting under the intense pressure. The screams leaving her throat have me wanting to fill the gaping hole in her face with my dick.
I remove my hand from her throat and unzip my jeans. “Pull them down, Pet, and get my cock out.” I am permitting her touch for a small measure of time, and I know she will appreciate it, crave it even.
Her tiny hands work quickly at drawing the denim down my thighs and grasping onto my rock hard iron length. “Use your hands to stroke me while you suck me. This is the only thing you touch, understand? Do not take advantage of me, Kalina.”
“I understand, Sir.” She grips firmly onto me, the way I like it. Her gateway descends onto my cock, filling her petite mouth with it.
“Oh, fuck, suck me harder.” I use my free hand to clamp firmly at her hair, winding the long brown locks around my fingers. I begin to ram smoothly but effectively into her warm depths. I can feel my dick beginning to pulsate against her tongue already.
I can hear the odd occasional grunt from Phillip’s blood-stained body on the floor. He is nearly dead and that fact makes me even harder.
Kalina’s cunt begins to choke my hand, her inner muscles clenching so hard I think she might break my fingers. She pulls her mouth away from my hardness to moan, “Oh, fuck, Leighton, Sir, fuck, I’m going to cum. Argghhh, shit.” She continues screaming her release, her orgasm pouring from her, coating my hands and the desk.
I remove my hand from her, and join it with the other one in her hair. I turn my body to face her more, and then ram hard and violently into her warm recess.
“Swallow, Pet, your reward is my cum. Swallow it all, like a good girl.” She takes me fully into her throat, just like I trained her to, and sucks me hard. My orgasm approaches at lightning speed, spilling from the tip of my dick and drowning her mouth. I can feel her struggling to drink the entirety of my climax, but she does it, because she knows better than to disobey me
I pull from within her, letting her lap the last drips from around me before I tuck my cock back into my jeans.
I stroke her hair from her sweat-drenched face and body, skimming my fingers down her cheek. “Good girl, thank you Kalina. We will see each other very soon, I hope.” With that, I walk from the office, kicking the now breathless, motionless, dead body on the carpet.
Abigail
It has been precisely two hours since I called Antonio. The clock in the kitchen, where I am still seated from earlier, tells me that it has gone past ten o’clock at night. He is now five hours late home, and I have taken a total of four anti-anxiety tablets so far.
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