Chapter 108: Because You Are Mine

Chapter 108: Because You Are Mine 

Luciano

My eyes were strongly set on Abigail's lips, which started to close around the tip, sucking up the precum. She was standing on her hands and knees over me and while one hand still worked on my hardness, she moved her head up to look at me. I saw my arousal dropping her chin and I was mesmerized.

With a wicked smile, her tongue darted out to gather it back into her mouth, but she barely got half of it. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. She moved down again while keeping eye contact. I watched my rock hard dick disappear into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. The warm and wet feeling of her mouth sent a wave of satisfaction through my body. This is where I was supposed to be, in her fucking mouth. I hissed when she hollowed her cheeks while taking me out and my head automatically fell back onto the headboard.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I sighed in pleasure.

A popping sound came from her lips when she pulled me out entirely, only to swallow me all over again. After a long time of teasing, I was on the verge of releasing it right into her mouth. By clenching my fists and concentrating on anything but the wonderful feeling of her hand and tongue, I tried to hold back for as long as I could. I wasn't prepared when her hand grabbed gently but surely around my balls and a grunt escaped my throat. She had never done it before, but she was a natural. Her head started bobbling faster and I had given in to her completely.

I swore under my breath when I felt myself getting closer to the edge. I tried to grab her head and pulled her further down but got only a mocking and clicking sound back from the handcuffs.

“Ahh, shit. I am so…so fucking close. K..keep going.” 

Her mouth suddenly left my dick and I groaned in frustration. I was on the verge of an orgasm and she took it away.

“You thought I would let you cum so soon? I am not allowing you to cum until I have.” She grinned, a laugh close to falling from her lips. My jaw clenched as I looked at her in dissatisfaction. I had definitely underestimated her.

She crawled close until I could sense her delicate center over my naked dick. Her hands skimmed lightly over my chest and all I could do was waist for her next move. Her hand disappeared between her thighs and while she moved her own panties aside, I could feel her hand linger over my erection, causing me to hiss out. Every single nerve in my body was on edge and she didn't help by making me wait.

“Fuck,” I swore when she sunk down until her pussy had swallowed my dick and her ass was flat against my thighs. She seemed to savor the moment, looking down at me with a condescending expression.

“Gosh,” she sighed.

“So big.” She muttered.

Not soon after, her body began slowly moving back and forth. But it wasn't close enough, she was teasing me, hoping I would break and become a submissive and pathetic little boy at her feet. I couldn't play along that far. Her pace quickened, though barely noticeable. A low hum of pleasure escaped her throat just as her head tilted back. One of my weaknesses had always been those times she rode me or was on top in general. Something about it was so fucking hot, it was indescribable. My hips betrayed my mind and bucked upwards, and the move was enough for me to exit and enter her more than she allowed me to. I let out a grunt both of frustration and pleasure.

“Go a little faster, baby girl.” The words came out almost as a pained moan from my lips. She barely acknowledged me, only glanced down while keeping a slow pace.

“What was that?” She asked with a tilted smile that made my jaw clench.

“I said go a little faster.” I basically gritted.

She seemed to have gotten enough of my attitude and before I knew it, I had a blade pressed against my throat. She took me by surprise and I looked up at her in both amazement and shock. I glanced down at the knife and saw my initial carved into the steel. I chuckled at the realization and after a second of silence, I spoke.

“You stole my knife?” 

She was obviously proud of what she had done and, to be honest, she should be, on one takes things from me without being caught. My weapon isn't exactly on the bedside table. Guns, perhaps, but not knives. As she lazily slid the blade from my throat to my shoulder, her head cocked to one side as her eyes followed the movement. I never thought pain would be a turn on for me but it seemed that the blade cutting into my thinnest slice of skin left goosebumps behind.

“Hmmm,” she hummed.

“Surprised?” Her eyes trailed back to mine and the knife stopped on the middle of my chest.

The coldness of the steel made wicked thoughts claw their way into my mind. I was still inside her, far and deep. Just by the greed in her eyes, my díck throbbed.

“Why do you have it?” I snapped.

Now she had not only snatched an evening of dominance, but she had also outwitted me. Letting her eyes and concentration fall to my chest again, her hips began to move. I was clenching my fists so hard in the cuffs that I was sure I would draw blood.

“Because…” she said just as I felt a stinging pain on my chest. She had started to cut.

“You…” she continued, the pain from the sharp blade and the sensation of her pussy around me was turning into overbearing delight.

“Are…” the pace of her body slowly speeded up. There was no point of holding in the groans and moans of pleasure.

“Mine,” she completed her sentence.