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

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A tall, slender brunette just past her 19th birthday sat raw and staring at the cask of a gun.

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

"Be quiet and hear !"said the man, his nerve distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next words like a drowning char glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a moving picture and then ice skating in the Park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her dorsum to her apartment. She remembered a foreign smell as they entered the keep elbow room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where matter began to slur.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too tempestuous to play thing smart. He had yet to recover from the electrical shock of waking up naked with his lost girlfriend, tied to a president in some unknown place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her dorsum. The young man's musculus pectoralis stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied wide apart and his wrist joint were bound by ropes knotted with an adept's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's capturer was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green center mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as ‘ Kray.'

"Do you get it on why you're here ?"

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

"No. Oh god, please just let us go ! We won't Tell anyone, I swear. looking, we don't want any fuss. delight !"

The man who called himself Kray wore a black singlet which matched his dark camo gasp and shiny black boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tincture of amusement in his voice.

"Next time when I ask a question, I expect a bare answer. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand ?"

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious captor got up out of his chairwoman and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her nipple, causing the naked shudder of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal solution, miss. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ Master'while you're at it delight. I think you'll recover 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 question now ?"

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

"No. For now you just hear. A soul's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick freak,'a childlike bad guy."He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his bridge player down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to waken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her consistency responded in ways that were not unwished-for, not to the primordial instinct now starting to fire everywhere throughout her Whitney Young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her trunk's reply to the coaxing esthesis as the man continued.

"The the true is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"professional Kray said."I have my own set of principle, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although role of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her slender chest instead.

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

"20 class ago your Father convicted me of raping and killing a charwoman, a crime I was innocuous of… It took them the better theatrical role of a ten to exonerate me. The lab technical school made a misapprehension that resulted in a treasonably DNA match. Not that your sire cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life sentence - sentence I'll never get back, and I have your 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 forefather had created a monster through his own error ? She remembered him feeling awful about several font over the year. Everyone was human being. Mistakes were that inevitable persona of the human condition no total of applied science could carry off. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes.

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

"silence !"He put a hand over her rima oris, startling her. His gun pressed into her brass, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to still 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 have ignited the stranger's optic, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. Think for a moment."He let the silence lacing the air with a forbidding strength, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create luscious sensations that made her frisson, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a wide-eyed word. I asked for mercy, for pity, when I took the viewpoint in that courtroom. I asked for simple savvy, and do you know what your founding father gave me in restitution ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his mitt and pressed the drum of the gun between her wooden leg. Kylee's organic structure went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow run, her puss still affectionate, instinctually yearning for that paw to return despite her fright.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger rightfulness here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the intelligence bent, watching her intently. She stared at the shadow, lethal weapon pressed between her thigh. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her peg wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. throw your revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your liveliness. I get that. If this is what you need to do to strike on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying password which told a persuasion rooted in some verity, although she obviously wanted to live. In the bit of her fright, trying to write both her life and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply unbalanced man function 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 of come seismic disturbance in his middle - one of the few matter his mask couldn't skin.

"You are a strange little girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hired hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating sensation which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty back talk, of the ten million version of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her eye and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his stare straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's consistence strict underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to siss 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 puma. Deadly and with motive totally different than any reasonable human being's, rightful enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of world. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few citizenry would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his part sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiacal trivial imprisoned asks a unspoiled question. To be fair, the intellection 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 lips as she opened her sassing, letting him in. She moaned as his destitute hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingerbreadth slick with her gathering juice as she made herself unbend and just occupy the sense he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on look of guilt. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would submit the delight he gave her, just assume it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might give birth sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human being intimacy was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behavior socio-economic class she had been studying a alone specie of ape which used sex to subdue 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 timbre, and it gave her a bizarre common sense of Hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't closure you. I'm yours. We're both at your clemency,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself plenty credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at facial expression value. Killing us is only one ‘ decided possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a rum face, a dispute look, and it had the desired upshot. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to strain again, as if he was frowning with furrowed supercilium.

"You think you're smart, short bitch. You think you can fake me, do you ?"

"No, unless simply stating the Sojourner Truth can be called ‘ use ’."

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to see red Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nervus. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to get on your boyfriend's dick. You can have it off as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his perfunctory suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministration. The cerebration of a long, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a overwrought Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an bring bonus. She wiggled her saltation wrists, stroking her hands up and down the duration of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing unsloped with the speed of a rocket. The fizgig of flesh was aroused and all too fix for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the al-Qaida of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop 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 build down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing column inch of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to sustain her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to harbour Kylee from thinking the big, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her eubstance as her titty pushed forward, moaning a little each metre she bottomed out on her boyfriend's aegir manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give tally momentum each meter she sat down on the young man's dick. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink precious stone of ne plus ultra that told of her rousing. passkey Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thought. 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. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-sighted, level-headed Kylee more of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

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

"You little slut. 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 eye to encounter his as pleasure continued to mount.

"You tell me, passe-partout. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To testify ignominy and guilt and regret ?

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

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

"You make no mother wit !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee jut Marcus's irradiation as her pussy emollient continued to feed, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one thing I've learned, Danton True Young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person's sense is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade, tossing it aside as his center flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the brood face. A tight scrape ran down the depress one-half of his left cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a facial expression that still retained a freehanded quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingerbreadth made otiose circles around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gaze intimately locked.

"Okay, slovenly woman. You want to know the Truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's lance, feeling every inch of him graze her plastered wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to spoil you in front of your swain and then defeat you both. But the Sojourner Truth is that that fancy in my mind isn't something I can put into realism. The Sojourner Truth 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 law-breaking at you, to use your response as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for quarrel, his face clouded over. Kylee's sylphlike openness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and carnal knowledge filling the room.

"Go ahead, slattern, get along on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad eye of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her flap down her hip joint down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her snatch clenching as the orgasm stormed her physical structure like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her confess echoing in the room. Her boob swayed and bounced as her coming continued for long, precious moments, until at live on her shivering, naked shape stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the fille's face.

When she opened her oculus again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his unbending turncock now liberate. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinder, her nipple hardened to painful, rhapsodic points.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would let go the two of you no matter what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to have this ascendancy over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the payback I needed,"he finished with a dark, rueful chortle."That sounds completely demented, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her hip joint a piffling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."Crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistant it. She could feel the man's painfulness, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain control condition.

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 cock was like a masterful sculpture formed of form. ‘ Just one Sir Thomas More sign that I'm not normal,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this commove man.'

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

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

Now she looked up at original Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the brain of his rooster with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his humanity with her back talk, her tongue cradled the undersurface of his putz, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping oral cavity kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her font, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an timeless existence, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. She licked her chopper, 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 police. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His cheek twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His step was edged with unbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent lady friend nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this hold out act towards Kray would offer a sliver of amends for the mistake her male parent had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terminal figure. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would experience to understand, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the recollective run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring missy leaned forward again, taking the cock of her capturer in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm suck by twirling her knife around the tip of Kray's member, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouthpiece tenderly encased Kray's dig once more, plunging downward until her horn in burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitation, his pecker straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a slopped Navy SEAL as she gurgled and made loud slurping sounds that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the mental rejection that must clearly be etched on his face.

She thought only of the perturb man to whom she gave this one gift of delight, her tongue caressing his prick until he cried out, his wooden leg nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. occupy my seminal fluid. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more than came spurting out onto her forehead, mouth, and mentum as professional Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hired hand as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful Cy Young brunette whose upper berth body and facial expression glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her forgiving eyes, sensing some kind 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 gasp, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a vast 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 house or not, I'll give myself a decent drumhead start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled case broke out in a rare grinning."At to the lowest degree this clip if I go to prison it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a festal chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chairwoman and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the nude prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a flutter bit. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last time.

"I guess I'll consider my retaliation complete now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The adjacent evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's theater the stick to night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another exit. Someone had anonymously tipped off the law on the couple's incarceration after XII agonizing minute. After helping the self-assurance in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove place in secrecy. The metropolis had a haunted feel to it, shrouded in moonshine, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the planetary house with two roommate, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and cast away his winder down on the kitchen countertop without a give-and-take. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluice piss, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her intellect was a jumbal of accusation, 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 part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eyes and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the professorship, her hands bound behind her backbone while Master Kray watched them fuck.

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to feel this way. She should feel shock, crippled by guilt trip. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the pee cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and second joint, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those convention feelings. Some dupe 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 sensation. She had never felt more alert. The closeness, that forbidden moral force of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. agitation, craze.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's view like spilled lettuce. The naked girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower bath, dragged her to the sleeping room and threw her onto the piano reliever.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her tit jiggle in a disquiet way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The jealousy shone like a glowing nimbus on her swain's grimace. He had been placidity and preoccupied during the cause home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his script pinned her wrists to either side of meat. His hard dick grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for right measure, and his breathing place tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a deprivation for password, so she reached for the entirely thing that seemed to provide any Leslie Townes Hope for salvation. Simple seriousness.

"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 ghost to pleasure even in the most difficult situations ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the verity. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his potent mitt. He brought his look close to hers, their sass only an column inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gear mechanism. He readjusted his pelvis, driving his cock into her new wash out sex. Her puss thrummed with a million sensations as his pecker sank into her marrow, filling her up so deeply. His warm, brawny organic structure covered her slender bleakness like the perfect cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her knocker feeling sparks of energy as their physical structure re-joined again and again and again. Her nipple hardened into little pinko buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker musical rhythm. His grunts were a disconnected music with her lilting moans threatening to scend in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your kitty belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect grinning - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that object lesson, consider me, I will. You can count on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's prick it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his cock made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the beat of their torso, his ball slapping against her second joint as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her helping hand to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, babe. shag me…just like that. differentiate me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me sucking Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her fellow's eyes, feeling wannabe. ‘ Maybe he's as eldritch as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could trust.

"Okay…fine, red cent you womanhood. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt unknown to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the entire length of his lance nestled in her lovingness. She raked her hands down his pectoral medallion, teasing his nipples with two firm jot.

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

Marcus let out an explosive breathing time of air before saying those impossible words.

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

"You mean in my backtalk ?"she teased, giving her young man a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his heart."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His rose hip rolled forward, and his quill plunged into her cunt for another delicious thrusting as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in military force, her body melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help oneself erase the tormenting, Solanum dulcamara retentiveness of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her aphrodisiac 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 custody behind his skull as she groaned, her pussy gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasm firing in wild volley, her slender frame wracked by tortuous pleasance as the climax left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his member lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, cute jade. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every inch of you until you never draw a blank it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ Right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's mouth formed the specter of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to recognize that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to live in the same universe.



THE END.

author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met hoi polloi who have a similar wit to Kylee, so component of the reasonableness I wrote this story was to try to articulate that standpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my kind readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a phantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty