I hope you enjoy the account. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many will find occupy.
~gaggedKitty

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A tall, slender brunet just past her 19th birthday sat naked and staring at the barrel of a gun.

"Please, Sir. Don't hurt us."

"Be tranquillity and hear !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond impression, her middle shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next words like a drowning cleaning lady glimpsing an island.

"Whether you two live or die depends on you."

The dark had all started out with the paragon date, she and Marcus going out for dinner party and a moving picture and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a foreign smell as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to confuse.

dorsum in the present, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to play things smart. He had yet to recoup from the stupor of waking up naked with his helpless lady friend, tied to a chair in some unknown place. He was bound to a wickerwork chair, even more helpless than his girl, whose articulatio radiocarpea were tied behind her dorsum. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied panoptic apart and his articulatio radiocarpea were bound by ropes knotted with an skilful's eye. It was hopeless.

The brace's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as uncut as a chainsaw, his cyan eyes mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as ‘ Kray.'

"Do you know why you're here ?"

Kylee wanted to say ‘ Because you're a sick madman ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

"No. Oh god, please just let us go ! We won't tell anyone, I swear. looking at, we don't want any hassle. Please !"

The man who called himself Kray wore a Black person vest which matched his dark camo pants and glazed Negro boots. He gestured with the Glock handgun, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his vox.

"Next fourth dimension when I ask a doubtfulness, I expect a simple reply. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand ?"

Kylee nodded slowly, her philia racing. The mystifying captor got up out of his chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her pap, causing the unornamented tremor of soreness, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal solution, girl. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll get my explanation for kidnapping you quite…unsettling, and not in the way you might expect."

"Yes,"Kylee whimpered."No whining. I understand, M-master. May I please ask a interrogative now ?"

The gruff-toned man shook his head word, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her innocent eyes.

"No. For now you just mind. A person's motif are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's aspect, then slipped his handwriting down to her sex, stroking her button ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's nerve reddened. To hold a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so demeaning ! Yet her consistency responded in means that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instincts now starting to burn everywhere throughout her new soundbox. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's reaction to the coaxing wizard as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dry,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of rule, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his helping hand up thankfully away from her puss - although role of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her lithesome bosom instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her awe despite herself. What in the world was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connexion this man might induce to her, or to her kinsperson.

"Twenty long time ago your Father of the Church convicted me of raping and killing a charwoman, a crime I was innocent of… It took them the better part of a decade to exonerate me. The lab tech made a misapprehension that resulted in a simulated DNA catch. Not that your beginner cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape recording and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight geezerhood of my life-time - time I'll never get back, and I have your Church Father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The view made her go cold. Could it be that her sire had created a monster through his own fault ? She remembered him feeling dread about several cases over the years. Everyone was man. misunderstanding were that inevitable constituent of the human being condition no amount of money of technology could root out. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's eyes.

"I'm sorry that happened to you…I truly am. But -"

"Silence !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take the gun away did she dare to open them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to make ignited the stranger's middle, because they were no longer low temperature. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little adulteress. Think for a moment."He let the secrecy lace the air with a preclude strength, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his deal reassumed its post between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to make delicious genius that made her thrill, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her tit were hardening and her breaths were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simpleton Scripture. I asked for mercifulness, for compassionateness, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you know what your don gave me in takings ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her branch. Kylee's eubstance went common cold even as the shadow of arousal somehow die hard, her pussy still ardent, instinctually yearning for that script to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should perpetrate the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the language bent, watching her intently. She stared at the night, lethal artillery pressed between her thighs. Then she did the one matter he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your retaliation. I remember my founder talking about your case. I remember the guilty conscience eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to propel on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying Son which told a persuasion rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her liveliness and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at to the lowest degree meet this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare pass of total daze in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't fell.

"You are a strange girlfriend,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hired man, gently rubbing at her button to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to come up from those passably lips, of the ten million variations of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get wind,"he said, watching her expressive nerve as she closed her centre and shuddered, her pussy responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a fiddling as he worked her slit more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her passion. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder joint. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her fellow's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or concern, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a little like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivation totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own character of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his vocalism sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy short captive asks a good doubt. To be fair, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the mouth as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his barren hired man pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juice as she made herself relax and just take in the hotshot he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on opinion of guilt. This was Kray's display, not hers, but it was more than that. She would strike the delight he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might let sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking homo intimacy was almost always a honorable thing…even now. In her fleshly behavior category she had been studying a unequalled species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even foe had sex with one another to change over aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tonus, and it gave her a bizarre sense of hope. [ plaza of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself plenty course credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at case note value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the merely compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious look, a challenging looking, and it had the desired effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to distort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, piddling beef. You think you can pull wires me, do you ?"

"No, unless simply stating the truth can be called ‘ manipulation ’."

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could separate she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your fellow's cock. You can hump as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual trace. Yet she couldn't deny that her slit felt horny thanks to his tormenting relief. The thought of a long, strong cock inside her in spades didn't dampen her tone, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added incentive. She wiggled her leaping wrists, stroking her paw up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing unsloped with the fastness of a skyrocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the base of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hip joint clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop-off of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's shaft. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist snatch on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep on her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, superior,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to screen Kylee from thinking the uncollectible, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's distance as she moved her rose hip and knee joint, arching her dead body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a petty each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's aegir humanity.

Kray could not see Kylee's work force clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added momentum each time she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of idol that told of her stimulation. victor Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thinking. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully aware, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an Angle into Kylee's neck. furor had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, sound Kylee more of a flame's dying intimation as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to leap up and down her beau's penis, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their unite pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juice.

"You short loose woman. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to assemble his as pleasure continued to mount.

"You tell me, skipper. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To usher shame and guilt and regret ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ convention'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very unlike way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to finger anything other than grasp and gratitude to have this hazard to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a interrupt man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the troublesomeness of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd line to things.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretchiness, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's hostility with none of her own.

"You make no sense !"the capturer hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's cervix and took a measure back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's light beam as her cunt ointment continued to menstruate, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one thing I've learned, offspring and inexperienced as I am, it's that one individual's sensory faculty is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his middle flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the grizzle face. A tight cicatrice ran down the depress half of his depart buttock, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome quality from youthfulness. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His finger made indolent rope around her teat now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"okey, slut. You want to fuck the truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's jibe, feeling every column inch of him pasture her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of oestrus."Please… Tell me."

The sinewy, middle-aged man leaned over, whispering in Kylee's ear.

"I was going to rape you in strawman of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the truth is that that phantasy in my thinker isn't something I can put into realism. The the true is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your father's criminal offense at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to deliver my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a personnel casualty for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender desolation humped profligate now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the audio of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, fornicatress, issue forth on your fellow's rooster. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to lifetime as he watched her thrash her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an invading ground forces. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her soundbox shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the room. Her knocker swayed and bounced as her climax continued for long, precious moments, until at last her chill, nude form stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasance shone on the fille's face.

When she opened her eye again she saw that her capturer had dropped his drawers, his rigid putz now gratuitous. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all piston chamber, her pap hardened to painful, ecstatic detail.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would relinquish the two of you no thing what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to sustain this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the payback I needed,"he finished with a dark, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely brainsick, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her nous, pumping her hips a fiddling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his snatch cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."looney to most masses, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistance it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the chief. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same rationality she couldn't bring herself to truly feel ignominy. Instead the slender fille just looked down at the man's saluting tool, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful sculpture formed of chassis. ‘ Just one more sign that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this trouble man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her bottom and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish melodic phrase. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its treasured warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and fulfill, and she let out a content sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your cum,'she thought. Maybe the climax would train the edge off Marcus'concern and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked More forlorn than ever despite his forcible control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her twat as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the distance of his humanity with her mouth, her tongue cradled the bottom of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her fuzz away from her expression, helping her as she sucked his hammer lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous missy came up off of his rooster. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

Kray hesitated before he spoke."If I let you go, you and I both know what will happen."

Kylee nodded."I report this to the constabulary. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His look twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His flavor was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The impeccant daughter nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a sliver of restoration for the mistake her Padre had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or decline to face it. Marcus would give birth to sympathize, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could go through all of it. Now Marcus knew the Sojourner Truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a serious thing.

The alluring lady friend leaned forward again, taking the stopcock of her capturer in her mouth. She followed up her yearn, firm sucks by twirling her knife around the tip of Kray's phallus, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her bosom bobbed up and down as her rima oris tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her horn in burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her back talk. Feeling his excitement, his tool straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her backtalk forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made tawdry slurping sounds that echoed through the way. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the unbelief that must clearly be etched on his boldness.

She thought only of the distract man to whom she gave this one gift of delight, her tongue caressing his cock until he cried out, his ramification nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. assume my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunet moaned as cum poured down her pharynx. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her brow, rim, and chin as victor Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hand as he continued to paint her supple cone with his strong jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose upper dead body and face glistened with the grounds of his luxuria.

He took one last glance at her absolvitory optic, sensing some variety of unusual satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pant, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some internal debate before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison or not, I'll give myself a nice question get-go and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a rare grin."At least this time if I go to prison it will be to consume responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a jocund chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chair so that neither of the naked prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his pollex, his other hired hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked cunt one last time.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge terminated now. Goodbye, Kylee Edmund Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be unvoiced to forget."

Kylee offered the trace of a smile, masking the pity in her eyes."Whatever happens, I hope you find what you're looking for. I hope you find what gives you peace."

*****

Epilogue…

The next evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's firm the following night. Although their trial by ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another emergence. individual had anonymously tipped off the police on the twosome's incarceration after twelve agonizing 60 minutes. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove dwelling in silence. The urban center had a haunted smell to it, shrouded in Moon, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the menage with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and flung his headstone down on the kitchen countertop without a Bible. Kylee tromped upstairs to the rain shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing piss, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her mind was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a deep, mind-purging breath.

‘ I did what I had to do…No wait…no, that's not it,'she realized. Kylee suddenly knew without a doubt that she'd done no more or no less than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost frightening component of all this. She closed her hazel-brown center and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her hands bound behind her back while master copy Kray watched them piece of tail.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed mind turned to something more dangerous, seeking retaliation against soul else. Yet she didn't regret the pleasance she'd shared with Marcus or, scarily enough, even with Kray.

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to palpate this way. She should find traumatized, crippled by guilty conscience. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something ill-timed with me ?'she mused. As the body of water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those rule feelings. Some victim of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as unaccented. But she was a different kind of animal. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain. She had never felt more alive. The involvement, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and rife captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, craze.

Marcus stepped into the rain shower now, scattering Kylee's mentation like spilled gelt. The defenseless girl turned, her center flaring as Marcus yanked her from the cascade, dragged her to the sleeping room and threw her onto the soft comfort.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the hell was that ?"Marcus exploded."You think I enjoyed watching you suck a foreign man's prick ? Seeing the enjoyment you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a disquiet way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the gush, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing aura on her boyfriend's face. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the crusade home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a military force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked eubstance covering hers as his hands pinned her carpus to either side. His difficult cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

"William Tell me, what were you thinking as you sucked that psycho's dick ? Hmm ? Tell me !"

Kylee was at a release for words, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to allow any Leslie Townes Hope for salvation. simple-minded serious-mindedness.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't thought what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong hands. He brought his face close to hers, their rim only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gearing. He readjusted his hip, driving his cock into her fresh wash away sex. Her puss thrummed with a million sensations as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, hefty body covered her slender nakedness like the perfect tense blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate buss.

She sighed softly with his glossa in her mouth, her breasts feeling sparkle of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into niggling pink buds that grazed her beau's chest as he threw his rosehip forward, fucking her with a quicker beat. His grunt were a disconnected music with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your snatch belongs to me. Your beautiful middle, your aphrodisiacal mouth, your mouth-watering titmouse, your perfect grinning - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to make love you raw all dark long to teach you that example, believe me, I will. You can calculate on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psychotic person's cock it made me so angry ! The the true is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his prick made me feel…"

Marcus's Word trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their bodies, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her compactness. She moaned happily, clasping her hired man to his articulatio humeri and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. fuck me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her swain's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as Wyrd as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

"Okay…fine, red cent you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the integral duration of his shaft nestled in her passion. She raked her hands down his pectoralis, teasing his teat with two firm pinches.

"Well…I'm waiting,"she said, a grin tugging at her mouth."You'll admit what ?"

Marcus let out an volatile breath of air before saying those impossible Word of God.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a turn on, seeing you pleasure him like that…seeing your custody on him and how you could turn him into putty in your hands."

"You mean in my rima oris ?"she teased, giving her beau a arch wink.

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delicious poke as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in military unit, her body melt in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might assist score out the tormenting, American bittersweet store of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanness.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her sexy ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his cock inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her work force behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her organic structure's spasms firing in wild burst, her slender frame wracked by twisting pleasure as the orgasm left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his phallus lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right hand, cute fornicatress. You're mine, and I'm going to know on every inch of you until you never forget it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ rightfield back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her middle and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to acknowledge that sex and guilt trip didn't have to know in the same universe of discourse.



THE END.

source's musical note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a exchangeable mentality to Kylee, so part of the reasonableness I wrote this story was to try to articulate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my form readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty