Free ABBARATH by COE 3.1. Page A

the covers and gropes for my knee.
    “I realized I didn’t get to fuck you in the ass. I’m kind of horny thinking about it, and so I came here.”
    Oh well, that was direct.
    “What if I said no?” I say.
    “You’re not going to say no.”
    “What if I say ‘yellow’?”
    “You’re not going to say ‘yellow’. I know you like this. You like being a sub, no matter how vehemently your pretty mouth protests.”
    He grins as he shows me the object in his hand. It’s a studded dog collar attached to a black leash.
    “You want me to put this on?” I say in dismay.
    “No, I’ll put it on you. Get on all fours, Gina.” His voice takes on a commanding timbre.
    This is it. The moment of truth. I can choose to disobey and call ‘yellow’. I can plead a headache.
    Or a pussy ache. It won’t be far off. My pussy is still sore from being so roughly used yesterday by all three of them.
    But the familiar need – to be used and used again – flowers in my groin like a roiling stomach which has not been fed.
    “Get on your hands and knees, Gina. I will not repeat this.” His tone is stentorian this time.
    I find myself obeying and cursing myself under my breath as I rush to position my body the way he wants it. I’m still in my nightclothes. He lifts the hem of my dress to reveal my panties and the buttocks which jut out so prominently.
    “Nice.” He caresses the rounded mounds of my buttocks. His hand is warm and hard through the thin cotton. I like the sensation of his palms on my flesh. It sure and it promises of tantalizing things to come.
    His fingers dip to my pussy. He feels for the tubular strip of my clit through the fabric.
    “Let’s take this off you.”
    I allow him to slide my panties off my ass and thighs. I lift my knees to disengage the little scrap of cotton. He drapes the hem of my nightdress across my back so that my entire bottom half is revealed, but not my breasts. I’m in a very vulnerable position once again – bare ass out, thighs apart, pussy hole gaping to the elements.
    Somehow, I feel more naked with half my nightdress on than if I were to be fully naked. My current state only emphasizes how open I am down there.
    He lifts my long mahogany hair off the back of my neck and lets it fall to one side.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs appreciatively.
    My cheeks tingle with his praise.
    Rubbing the contours of my neck as if he is a vampire readying me for the kill, he fastens the dog collar around me. It snaps shut with a click. The leather feels rough against my fragile skin and the metal studs are cold and unyielding. The leash trails from my collar to the bed, and he takes this up and ties the other end of it to the gilded railing.
    “Nice,” he says. I like you this way. You should always be collared and chained.”
    I swallow a lump in my throat. The leather feels tight against my voice box.
    He moves behind me. He pushes my legs wider and delves two fingers into my vulva, which is already starting to cream. The very vulva that has been stretched so copiously last night with everything they chose to put into it.
    “I’m not going to fuck this today,” he says in a hoarse voice. His breathing has already started to quicken.
    I know. I close my eyes, anticipating his rough entry.
    His penis head nudges my clit and pussy lips, as if he’s toying with me before he penetrates his chosen hole. He purposefully rubs his rounded knob up and down my clit, triggering a spasm of erotic sensation that floods my entire groin.
    “Ohhhhh,” I moan.
    “You’re such a heated bitch,” he whispers.
    His usage of that word jars me. Is it because of the dog collar around my neck?
    His wonderful cock continues to stroke my clit like a large, swollen finger. His pendulous movement reaches all the way to the topmost part of my wrinkled nub, which is blessedly uncovered by any pubic hair. It goes down again to the moist mouth of my pussy hole, which pulses and aches for his schlong to