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It was late into the night when Marcus was awoken unexpectedly, his heart hammering as he took in his surroundings. At first he wasn’t sure what had awoken him from his deep slumber, but the obvious absence of Abby from his side had him surging to his feet. Attempting to do so anyway, since he was stopped short by tight bindings around his wrists that held him secure to the railing of the bed. Panic overtook him for all of five seconds, a fear that an enemy had somehow broken in and tied him up before taking Abby from their chambers. He began to pull violently against the bindings, only to be stopped short by a calming hand to his forehead, and Abby’s face appearing above his.
“Calm down sweetie,” she whispered with a cheeky grin.
“Abigail, what on earth?”
“This was the only way I could think to do what I need to.”
At his questioning glare, she moved to sit beside him, her hand stroking over his chest in a tantalizing pattern that had him squirming, “There are things I want to do with you, and to you, but you never let me, so I figured I would just have to have my way with you.”
Marcus stared at her, his confusion growing. He and Abby had a pretty intense sex life, with varying positions that they both enjoyed. She especially loved being on top, and he had no problem with letting her straddle him- whether it was his face or his waist. In fact other than the obvious ‘big no’ he could think of nothing he hadn’t allowed her to do. He voiced as much, only to be met with a hard stare and a lick of her lips that had him stiffening in more places than one.
“No Abby, I don’t…you don’t need to do that.”
Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, her hand trailing down to slip under his sleeping pants and graze against his hardening length, “Not all of you seems opposed to the idea. I promise I will make you very happy.”
Groaning, he tried to slide away, his eyes closing to the pleading look she was sending him, “Please Abby, I will give you anything, just not that. I can’t ask you to do it.”
“Why? You do it to me all the time, more than anyone ever deserves. Why can I not at least try to reciprocate?”
How could he explain this to her? How could he get her to understand that he loved to be between her legs, that he loved the way he could get her to fall apart? He loved watching her break into pieces and then put her back together again. He loved gifting her with something that she deserved more than anyone on earth, but he did not do it as some sort of tit for tat. He did it because he loved her, and it was that love that kept him from asking for the same treatment. There was no way she could possibly want to put her mouth on him in such a way, and even if she did, he didn’t deserve it. Not after all he had done to her, not when he had barely made up for all the pain he caused.
“Marcus.”
Her gentle voice had him opening his eyes, and he winced when he saw her determined face- the face that he knew was not going to let the subject drop easily.
“Sweetheart, if you do not want me to do this I won’t. I will untie you right now.” As she spoke, Abby continued to stroke at him, her head bending to kiss his head softly, “But, if you are just saying no because you do not think you deserve it then let me show you how wrong you are.”
“Abby, it’s just that…I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it. I love going down on you, and would never expect you to do the same. You don’t need to do this to make us equal. I could never ask that of you.” As an afterthought he added, “And I think you know I don’t really deserve anything you give me.”
The woman pursed her lips and stared him down, before moving to get up off the bed. Marcus let out a sigh of relief and waited for her to untie him, only to jump as she roughly grabbed the waist band of his pants and pulled them down.
“Abby-”
“Shut it Marcus!” Her voice was a hiss that was only softened by the gentle touch of her fingers on his thigh, “I do not want to do this out of some obligation. You get to hold me and bring me to the edge almost every night. You get to see me at my most vulnerable, and I want the same. I want to pleasure you and watch you come with only my mouth for stimulation. I want you to have the same joy I have every time I feel your mouth on me, and nothing you say can change that.”
Before he could protest further, she straddled his shins, and bent forward her hot breath brushing against the sensitive skin of his dick. He groaned despite himself, his eyes darting down to find her looking up at him all fire and steel.
“You deserve everything I offer you Marcus, because you are not the man you once were. I am also not the woman I once was. We are in new places in our lives, fighting new battles, this time together. And we will be equal in all things. Got it?”
He didn’t, he honestly did not understand how she could find him deserving of anything, let alone this act, but he could tell arguing was fruitless so he just nodded instead. At the gesture Abby smiled and lowered her head to press a kiss against the swollen head before her. The action had him whimpering low in his throat which in turn had her giggling huskily.
“I knew you would want this.”
Before he could answer he was thrown for a loop as her mouth opened and she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth.
“Holy Fuck Abby!” He shouted, his hands straining against his bonds, “Please baby.”
She pulled back with a ‘pop’ and grinned, “Please what? Continue or stop?”
“I don’t…fuck…keep going please.”
She smiled wider and dove back down, this time taking half of him into her mouth as her hand stroked the lower half of him, and her tongue drew patterns on his skin. She bobbed her head for a few seconds, and then moved back to kiss around the head again. “You taste exactly like I thought you would,” she whispered more to his dick than to him.
Marcus growled low in his throat at her words, his hips bucking as she slid him into her mouth once more. “Abby, please, do not say things like that or this will be over before it has even begun.”
She just hummed in response causing him to moan louder as the vibrations of the noise traveled throughout his whole form. He shuddered violently, his head spinning as she made the vibrations over and over; and he wished that he could snap the cords around his wrists so he could tangle his fingers into her hair.
For her part Abby continued to suck, nip, and kiss at his dick, urging it closer and closer to release. One of her hands helped her touch all her mouth couldn’t reach, while the other moved to stroke his balls in a gentle grip. Marcus’ moans turned to full out howls as she worked, his back almost arching at the pleasure she was giving him. How was she so good at this? Never had he enjoyed this so much, and it confused him even in the height of passion. He did not deserve this.
He didn’t realize he was speaking his last thoughts out loud until Abby pulled back once more and stared him down, “We aren’t playing this game Marcus, you deserve this just as much as I do.”
Marcus would have protested, but before he could get another word in edgewise, she opened her mouth further and scraped her teeth gently against the head of his dick, her hand now massaging his sack, her eyes staring up into his as if challenging him to protest any longer. His only response was to cry out louder than before, his mind finally letting go of his restraint.
He felt her hum of approval as he tilted his head back, his hips moving to encourage her, and he realized that there was one more thing he should be worried about, “Abby baby, just don’t let me cum in your mouth. Please. You don’t-” He was cut off by a punishing pinch to his thigh, and his glare was met with hers even as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked on his increasingly excited member.
It was in that moment that Marcus realized just how much Abby wanted to do this, how much she wanted him to do what he had just begged her not to, and the realization was enough to make him lose all control. He fell back into the pillows once more, his hips gyrating as she sucked harder, her tongue drawing shapes on the underside of his skin. It wasn’t long before his moans gave way to a wild growl and he began to shoot spurt after spurt of cum down her waiting and eager throat. The pleasure and intimacy of the moment was too much and he turned his head to press his face into his arm as he finished up.
When he had fully relaxed and Abby had pulled back with a triumphant smile, Marcus met her eyes again, his own pleading, “Abby, untie me. Please.”
She quickly complied, the emotions in his eyes so unreadable that for just a second she wondered if she had overstepped the boundaries. Her fears were quickly squashed as soon as Marcus’ hands were free and he was tugging her eagerly against his chest. One of his arms circled up around her back to hold her tight, while the other moved up so he could anchor his hand in her hair.
For a moment they lay there like that, him panting and clinging to her; while she pressed into his chest with equal neediness. Then after he was finally able to get his heartbeat back to normal, he kissed her head and whispered a soft “Thank you.”
Abby laughed and nuzzled his chest right over his heart, “The pleasure was all mine, love. I have wanted to do that for months.”
“I was a fool not to let you.”
“Mmm yes, but I promise to keep it our little secret,” she mumbled in return.
It took Marcus a minute to realize she was falling asleep, and he was tempted to let her do just that, but then he remembered how he had been jerked from sleep a little while before and a wicked grin overtook his face. In a quick and graceful maneuver, he had them flipped, and before the half asleep woman could protest he was diving down to capture her sex with his mouth.
It was lucky for both of them that it was so late in the night, because if anyone had been awake they surely would have been traumatized by the loud moans and screams pouring out of the chancellor’s chambers.