Chapter 28: Gag On My Dick

Chapter 28: Gag On My Dick

Abigail

I was trying to make myself comfortable, sitting on his lap but stopped when I heard him grunt behind me. I felt him get hard the more I moved and I smirked internally. I decided to tease him some more and finally he took a hold of my waist to keep me still.

“I swear…Abigail…”

I looked at him over my shoulder with raised eyebrows.

“What?” I said in an innocent tone and he scoffed.

“Keep acting like a brat then and see where it takes you.” His dark voice gave me goosebumps and I took the chance to keep teasing him.

I moved my ass slowly in a circular motion and he inhaled sharply and I could feel how hard he was under me. A dark animalistic growl escaped from his throat and in one quick motion, he stood up and made my feet land on the floor.

“If you are going to act like a little slut then, that is exactly how I am going to treat you.” He whispered into my ear, he lifted his face and looked into my eyes, he was dark.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

That single word made a wet spot form in my panties and I obeyed him and did what he commanded. He forced my chin up with his hand, I had never been like this with him before and I felt myself getting more aroused. He looked incredibly hot from this angle, so powerful.

“Look at you, such an obedient whore for me.”

I bit my lip at his words, I couldn't wait to taste him again, give him pleasure. I brought my hands to undo his belt but he stood me, he chuckled and the dark sound went directly to my pussy.

“No, give me your hands.”

I put my hands together and he took out his belt, trying it around my wrists. The leather burned as he put them tight but I didn't care, I only focused on the man in front of me. I watched as he zipped down his pants and pulled them down a bit, along with his boxers. His dick was already hard and big. I could definitely not fit it all in my mouth but it is not new, I had taken him into my mouth before. I whimpered when he used his hand to spread the precum on his fingers, it was such an arousing sight. He moved his wet fingers to my lips and I opened my mouth, tasting it. It was sweet, I loved the taste.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded and brought his dick closer.

I stuck my tongue out to lick the tip while holding his gaze, he was watching me intently. Without warning, he shoved himself into my mouth, I gagged when he hit the back of my throat.

“That is right, gag on my fucking dick like a good little slut you are.”

I moaned at his words and he hissed, the vibration going through him. He began moving his hips, his hand gripping my hair tightly and pushing my head closer. He moaned and groaned but pulled out, giving me a chance to breathe.

“So perfect,” he caressed my cheek as I caught my breath again.

I was extremely wet, all I wanted was to feel him inside me.

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It was the next day, I couldn't stay with Luciano for long the perfect night we shared. I didn't want to go back home, I had to be on my knees and begged him to let me go and eventually he gave in.

It was already late in the evening and we were on our way home from dinner, me, my parents and Michael. After several weeks here he had decided to return back to his base, his stay with us had lengthened more than three weeks and I still wasn't ready to say goodbye. We chatted and laughed as we walked up the stairs to the front door. Micheal and I had ordered a few drinks which was kind of obvious. We said goodnight to my parents and I made my way to the living room still dressed in a fancy dress and heels and it made me feel uncomfortable. I sat down and exhaled and looked up, only to meet his dark eyes, standing in front me.

“You look beautiful in that dress, Abigail.” I smiled at his compliment.

“Thank you, Michael. Although all I wanted was to get out of it.” I sighed and his jaw clenched.

“I would love to see you out of it.” He stepped closer, slowly. I chuckled at his joke.

“The only way you will do that is if you take me to bed, I am exhausted.”

“That is not what I meant, baby.” He said and I tried to ignore his flirty comment, he was drunk.

“I have already told you, Micheal, that we are just friends now.” My tone was soft, worried that I might upset him and judging by his frown, I probably had.

“I know you feel the same, love.”

He took a seat beside me, way too close for my comfort. The nickname I had thought was sweet before now made me nothing but tense. What is he doing? Before I could react, he had pushed me down on my back, hovering above me. I tried to push me away but he took my wrists and pinned them by my head. My heartbeat sped up, he was just drunk. I tried telling myself that he didn't know what he was doing.

“I know you want me too.” His grip around my wrists got harder and I whimpered at the pain.

He then brought my hands over my head, holding me still with one hand while the other started rubbing outside my panties. I tried to wriggle free but he had his weight on my body and I had no chance. I felt so helpless, I didn't realize the Micheal I once knew.

“Michael, please stop. You are drunk.”

“Why are you acting like you don't want it, you have basically thrown yourself at me all night.” His hissed at me, my vision blurred and I felt a tear of fear and pain rolled down my cheek. I had no idea what he was talking about.

“I haven't, I promise.” My voice was weak and he scoffed.

His fingers pushed my panties to the side and my brows furrowed in discomfort.

“Please, stop.” I whimpered.

“Why are you resisting, I know you love me too.” He said and I swallowed hard.

“W.. what?”

He looked into my eyes while slowly moving his hand down to my entrance. Another fear fell, I tried to free myself again but his hard grip forced me to stay put. His hand around my wrists was extremely painful.

“I love you, Abigail.” The way my name came from his lips in a slurred tone disgusted me.

When I felt him starting to finger me, I panicked and kicked my legs in every direction possible and successfully kneeing his balls. He let out a pained sound and let me go, I quickly took the chance to back away from him, pulling my draws down. I watched him while breathing heavily and he looked at me as I crawled up in the corner of the couch.

He was just drunk but I knew that wasn't the truth. The truth was that he had changed, he was no longer the kind man I knew.

“I am sorry, Abigail. I shouldn't…” he trailed off, a guilty expression on his face.

“I love you,” he muttered but I was quiet.

“That wasn't love, Michael.” I mumbled.