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Abner Krill is a sweet man. He’s sweet to animals. He’s sweet to his friends. He’s as sweet as he can be with strangers, even if they make him uncomfortable. He’s sweet in bed. And you’re just as sweet to him. Buying him gifts, letting him know that he’s loved, coming up with every excuse in the book to spend time with him even though you live together.
He loves your caring treatment, but sometimes, he wants you to be mean.
He didn’t directly say so. He’s never been good at asking for anything. Especially when it comes to sex. You had to find out on your own when he mistakenly left the browser open on your shared computer. It wasn’t anything too extreme. A few videos of edging and degradation, and a video of a woman giving her partner a handjob in a changing room, forcing them to be quiet.
That was when you came up with your plan. Another gift for him, you called it.
There were two fact you knew that you used to your advantage. 1. Abner liked when you wore specific clothes. Tight dresses that hugged your stomach and curves, and were just short enough that he could catch glimpses of your thick, brown thighs. (you’ caught him hiding an erection on multiple occasions when you dressed that way.) 2. Harley was having a party at her house that you and him were invited to. A house with lots of rooms. Your plan was pretty simple and straight-forward:
Tease him for a few minutes at the party, lead him to a closet, fuck him in said closet, make him stay as quiet as possible the entire time. You were especially looking forward to the quiet part. You knew he wasn’t able to hold his back, so, in theory, if you put him in a situation where he couldn’t let his voice out, he’d be whimpering the entire time. And you loved that shit.
The time for the party arrived and you chose a dress you knew he would like. A purple velvet bodycon that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The drive there was deathly silent. He had managed a quiet “you look pretty” after his initial shock of seeing you in that dress but that was abot it. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing. But you didn’t miss how he held your purse securely over his crotch.
As you suspected, Harley’s house was very crowded. You saw maybe three people you actually knew and decided that after speaking with them for a very short amount of time, you’d drag Abner into a closet or something.
Thirty minutes of socializing and some light drinking had gone by and you could tell poor Abner was ready to burst. His cheeks were red and he wasn’t even trying to hide his ogling anymore. You looked up at him and said, “everything ok, love?” Without a word h grabbed your hand and marched you into the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind you.
You weren’t expecting this. Well, of course you were, but it wasn’t supposed to go down this way. You were supposed to lead him here. A semi-public place where you could toy with him to your hearts content.
But he didn’t have that needy look in his eye like he usually did when he was horny. This time, he just looked hungry.
He lifted you onto the surprisingly strong sink that was bolted to the wall and began kissing you and squeezing whatever part of you he could grab. “What’s gotten into you, Abner?” you asked through heaving breaths. “Don’t play dumb with me. This has been your plan all day hasn’t it? You were gonna tease and tease and then make me your bitch in one of these rooms.” After a moment of silence you whispered a “maybe.” With a frustrated groan, he sank to his knees in front of you and forced your thighs open.
He bit the sensitive parts of your inner thighs while moving your panties to the side. “This wet already? I bet you were like that before we even left the house. You really love the thought of teasing me, huh?” Before you had a chance to reply, he latched onto your clit like a man starved while his middle and ring finger made their way into your wet heat.
“God, I could get you pregnant right here on this bathroom sink. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I saw you put that dress on. To be honest, I was thinking about cumming deep inside you while you rode me and forced me to be quiet. While you took control of me. But now, I think I want to switch things up a bit.” His fingers were pistoning in and out of you now.
You were speechless. You had only seen this side of Abner once before. At the bar in Corto Maltese. He had drunkenly told you how much he liked you. Even then, when faced with certain death, he wasn’t as hungry. This was completely uncharted territory. And you loved it. “Oh, what the fuck,” you whimpered under your breath.
He dove back in to lap at your clit. The first time, you were good at being quiet. You had no idea why, it must’ve been the shock. This time, feeling his tongue lick you in ways you hadn’t though possible was too much for you. You let out a loud moan and he abruptly stopped moving. He removed the fingers that were deep in your cunt and hooked open you mouth with them. He put them against your tongue, making you tase your own juices. You whined against his fingers as he said, “Be quiet. This is what you had in mind anyway, right. Except it was the other way around. Shhh, Listen to that. He turned his head towards the locked door and you could hear several people and see their shadows under the door, likely choosing to stand there to have their conversations. “You don’t want them to know what we’re up to, do you? huh?” Your chest heaved as you shook your head, trying to not drool on his fingers. “So you’ll be a good girl and keep quiet? If you can promise me that, I’ll fuck you the way I know you like it.” He took his fingers out of your mouth, giving you a chance to reply. quietly. “Yeah. Yes. I’ll be good I promise.” Satisfied, he leaned in to kiss you, wrapping his tongue around your own.
He ran his hand down your belly onto your pussy, rubbing his thumb in slow circles on your sensitive clit. At the same time, he had bent down to use his mouth and free hand to play with your nipples. Fuck. If he didn’t stop soon you’d cum. You weakly pushed at his head, trying to get him to at least slow down. “Awww are you close already?” he asked lowly. You nodded, suppressing a whimper. He breathed shakily, high on power, and launched another onslaught of sensations on your body. This time doubling his efforts.
He was going to make you cum.
You grabbed at the wrist of the han that was pinching and kneading at your breasts as your hips started bucking against his other hand uncontrollably. He stopped sucking your nipple to kiss you, muffling whatever noise you were inevitably going to make. You let out high, barely audible squeaks - a noise you didn’y know you were capable of making - while cumming all over his hand, which didn’t relent in the slightest during your powerful orgasm.
He kept finger fucking you long after you came, wanting to push you as far as you could go. Wanting to ruin you.
You broke from the kiss to tell him that you were too sensitive and abner slowly stopped moving his hand, enjoying watching you twitch and struggle to be quiet. “Oh, good girl. You did so well.” You hadn’t noticed before but his cheeks were still rosy. If it was from the alcohol or his arousal, you had no idea.
His hands sank into your thick thighs as he pulled you to the very edge of the sink. He unzipped his pants and pulled out what you had been thinking of the entire day. He was surprisingly composed for a drunk person, so you couldn’t really tell if he was as horny as you were. But this was all the proof you needed. You caught a glimpse of a massive precum stain in his boxers, and when he finally pulled his vascular cock out, it was throbbing and leaking, probably desperate for some friction.
“Please fuck me I need it, sweetheart. Please,” you begged. “You have earned it, haven’t you,” Abner asked rhetorically while rubbing his length up and down your folds. You whined and grabbed at his hips, urging him to finally just fuck you. And with no preamble, he did just that. Even though you’d been begging for it, it caught you by surprise. The stretch of it alone was almost enough to make you cum again. You had forgotten yourself and let out another loud moan. “I love your voice. Its so beautiful. But I need you to stay quiet or we’ll get caught, okay?”
You nodded, but as soon as he thrusted you let out another moan.
He pulled out completely and made you stand up. You were worried he’d stop the entire thing until he turned you around and face the mirror on the counter. He placed his head on your shoulder and brushed his lips against your ear. “spread your legs.” You complied, but you were worried your pusy was dripping onto the floor. Your mind began to race as he reached around and began rubbing your clit again. You had never had sex standing up before. Would it even work for someone your size? How would you hold your voice in? And why the fuck hadn’t anyone knocked on the door? Surely you had been in there a suspicious amount of time. Surely someone saw you two come in. And what about-
Oh.
You stopped your downward spiral and forgot what you were talking about completely because Abner was in you again. Nice and deep, filling you up the way nobody else could. You started panting like a fucking dog and before you could make the mistake of moaning again, he put his large hand over your mouth and you learned something new about yourself.
“You’re such a good girl. Taking me so well,” he praised between thrusts. You whined against his hand and began grinding your hips back, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. “I’m not gonna last very long. I was worried about cumming in my pants earlier. In the car, even,” he chuckled lightly. You laughed at that. You figured as much. Even through your horny haze you loved being right.
You felt his entire body shiver and he whimpered in your ear, your cruel laugh affecting him even though he was in charge. “I’m so close already, love,” he said breathlessly. He moved his hand from your mouth to your clit and began rubbing in tight little circles, determined to make you cum before him. “‘m gonna cum,” you slurred. With a particularly deep thrust you did just that. Without thinking - you weren’t even sure if you had that ability anymore - you let out a string of loud moans that were bordering on pornographic.
Abner felt the way your pussy contracted around his cock and it became too much. He didn't care about making too much noise anymore. “Shit. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Take it all.” He moaned the loudest you had ever heard him. Or maybe it felt that loud because you were in an environment where you were mean’t to be quiet. “I love you so much. You’re so perfect,” his word were slurred and his grip on you tightened as he stilled. You felt him throb inside you and fill you with more cum than you ever thought possible. He was moaning louder than you were, only worried about your shared pleasure.
You both felt like you could collapse. Panting, you both looked over at the door and still saw the shadows of several people, but none of them were talkling.