“It’s an odd feeling, but I like it. I like watching you slide in and out. And you’re on top of me, so I can’t really move and it’s all about you and your pleasure and your cock feels so good.”
“Just thinking about it makes me so hard. I’m not going to last long.”
“I can tell by the way you’re thrusting and I whisper, ‘Use them, Master. Fuck them hard.’”
“Abigail,” I moaned, stroking faster and harder.
“I feel your cock twitch, so I say, ‘Come on then, Master. Mark me with your come.’”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“I want to feel it all over my skin and then I’m going to have you watch while I lick it off.”
The image she painted in my mind had me thrusting my hips and working my cock harder. I didn’t even try to hold my release back. “I’m coming, Abigail. Coming so hard all over those gorgeous tits.”
“Yes, I feel it. It feels so good. Mmm, I’m trying to get some in my mouth because you taste so good and I move a bit and suck you in my mouth, not wanting to miss one drop. And, damn, your cock tastes good, too.”
I was breathing heavily as I took a washcloth and cleaned up the best I could. “Damn, that was hot.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I pictured her in bed, still aroused and not able to do anything about it without my permission. “And how are you, Abigail?”
“Horny as fucking hell, Master.”
“I’m not going to let you come tonight, either.” I wanted her on the edge and so ready for her release that she could hardly stand it. I very rarely withheld orgasms from her, but after her blowup concerning Charlene, I wanted the point made very clear that only good behavior was rewarded.
“That’s okay, Master. I enjoyed getting you off.”
I would probably make her wait until next weekend. She had gone that long before, but it had been a while.
We spoke a bit more about the move and the kids and then I decided to push her closer to the edge.
“Now, let me tell you just how I’m going to fuck you the first time in our new house.”
Chapter Five
ABBY
The move to Wilmington and the unpacking that followed proved to be uneventful. With the people we’d hired doing the bulk of the work, I wasn’t surrounded by boxes for too long. Elizabeth and Henry thought the entire move was a grand adventure and they seemed to like the new house.
I had to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed showing it off and I didn’t hesitate to say yes when Dena asked to stop by.
“Come in,” I said, leading her inside the weekend after our move. “How are you doing?”
“Good.” She looked around. “This is gorgeous.”
“Thanks. We really like it, especially now that we’re settling in.”
“You’re going to have to give me a tour. Oh.” She lifted up a basket. “These are for you. Pumpkin nut muffins.”
“Thanks. I love pumpkin nut. You’ll have to give me your recipe.”
She laughed. “I don’t cook. Jeff made them.”
“Then thank him for me. I’ll go put these in the kitchen and then I’ll show you around.”
“I’ll go with you. I want to see what the kitchen looks like.”
As we walked down the hall, I pointed to the various rooms we passed. “That’s the library and office, currently nice and clean, just waiting for me to clutter it with papers. Farther this way is the dining room. We haven’t eaten in here yet, but I love it. Need to set up a dinner party or something. And in here’s the kitchen.”
“Look at this kitchen,” she said as we stepped inside. “It’s gorgeous.”
“And box free for the longest time,” I said. “It was the first room we tackled. I knew if I got the bedroom and kitchen unpacked, I’d feel a lot better.”
“All this counter space.” She ran her hand across the granite we’d picked out.
“We had that put in. Doesn’t it have the most beautiful quartz running through it?”
She nodded. “This room is so gorgeous, I can’t wait to see how you decorate the rest of the house.”
“You might be waiting awhile. I’m not much of a decorator. These smell so good.” I placed the basket down and peeked in. “I think I want one now. Join me?” At her nod I poured us water and we sat down at the kitchen table with a couple of Jeff’s muffins to nibble on.
“Where are the kids?” she asked.
“Henry’s taking a nap and Elizabeth is up in her room ‘unpacking.’ She said she wanted to set up everything herself.”
Dena laughed. “You’re awfully brave.”
“Nah, I put her markers and crayons away. She’s trying to decide which dolls she wants where and how to arrange her stuffed animals.”
“Is Henry’s favorite toy still the trash can?”
I laughed. While Dena stayed with us in New York, Henry discovered the trash can and loved to see how many things he could throw away.
“No, we finally had to put a childproof lock on it. There were just too many ways for him to get hurt. You should have seen him when he tried to open it after we put it on. He told me it was broken and begged Nathaniel to fix it.”
“Your kids are a riot.”
My chest swelled with pride and love. “They are wonderful. They really are. Even when they play in the trash can.” I nodded toward her still-flat belly. “How are you doing?”
Her hand dropped to her tummy and she rubbed it. “Great. I’m trying not to be so neurotic and my doctor’s been wonderful and doesn’t mind when I call her in a panic over something. Little one here looked good on the last ultrasound.”
“And Jeff?”
Her eyes darted to mine and then down to her belly. “Jeff’s good. He’s always done the cooking and he rubs my feet and reads Goodnight Moon, and—”
“I sense a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
“He won’t touch me. You know? Really touch me.”
“Sex?”
“Out of the question.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” She leaned back in the chair with a huff. “I know it’s personal, and you can tell me to fuck off, but you have two kids. Did you?”