Broken & Reborn (closed for TheFarthestWriter & wideeyedone)

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant loved the feeling of Abby rocking her hips against him, with him, as he buried himself inside her again and again. This felt to him what "making love" must feel like. Grant's head was swirling, not thinking, not realizing that as he fucked his new acquisition, he was actually falling for her, and she was fast becoming something other than what all the other girls he had taken had been.

His pace began to quicken, simply out of desire and need, the feeling of Abby's tight pussy walls giving way to him as he pushed his hips into hers. He nibbled on her ear lobe, his breath quickening, tickling her ear as he breathed. Grant then slid his left hand down over Abby's breast, down her belly, and let his finger rest upon her clit, applying a gentle pressure as his cock slid back and forth inside her. He let his tongue come out and lick her cheek, tasting her skin, then kissed her again on her lips.

"Abby, tell me if it's too much, too fast or too hard. Tell me if you need it slower."

 

[wideeyedone]

She began to shudder beneath him, his fingers getting wet as they pressed against her clit.

"No. Don't slow down. Just a little faster, I think." She whispered, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. She was surprised that she was feeling the way she was feeling. She had heard so many bad things about sex, but this wasn't anything like that.

"Please, Master." She whispered breathlessly. She planted her feet on the bed, adjusting, trying to get more of the heat and the sensations that were building up inside of her.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant planted a kiss, this one harder, as if to say 'thank you'. He immediately responded by quickening his thrusts. "Uhnh..." he let out, his head now resting on Abby's forward, his eyes closed, brow furrowed, as he began to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. He kept his pressure on Abby's clit as he pushed again and again inside her.

"Abby..." There it was, he felt the wave, the surge over take him, and he thrust himself as deeply into her as he could and, an explosion, his hot white semen burst forth inside Abby, squiring thick strand after strand inside her, filling her little chamber and instantly marking her as his, leaking out of her from around the width of his buried cock, his member shuddering within her. He held her tightly, close to him, and kissed her hard, uncontrollably as he did so. Waves of incapacitating pleasure surgered through him...

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby found her pleasure just as he did. His face against hers. She cried out softly and although she was not upset she felt tears on her cheeks. It was all part of the release and relief that she felt. Her little body shook underneath him and she clung to him as if she were drowning in a sea of emotion and sensation and he was her rock.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant could feel Abby shake beneath him, and then cling to him. After he had finished emptying into her, he kissed her again, and rolled over, bringing her onto him, placing her head to rest into his neck. He pulled the blanket over the both of them, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her little frame against his, running his fingers through her hair.

He didn't need to say anything. He felt happy in a way that he had never felt before, and most of all, he could feel that Abby felt safe, that she felt comfortable, close to him. It was the most amazing experience he had ever had.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby snuggled in tightly against him.

"I know I have my own room, but may I please stay?" She asked in a soft, sleepy voice. "I don't want to be by myself. I want to be with you, Master."

She nuzzled against him as his fingers stroked through her hair, smoothing it, and soothing her. Her eyes were already closed and she even yawned against his warm skin.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant smiled as he felt her body become heavy with sleep, and heard her request.

"Stay with me Abby."

He kissed the top of her head.

"And call me Master Grant."

And with that, Grant fell asleep.


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It was evening when they had been together in his bed. And the next thing that Grant knew was that his eyes had opened in the morning time, the sunlight streaking into the room from large bay windows on the left side. Abby had slid off him at some point in the night, but she lay cuddled into his left side. He got up on one of his elbows and watched her sleep, and ran his finger through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

He admired her smooth, pale skin, and the curves of her body. He traced his finger down her side, up her hip, and down her leg. He traced along her cheek and down her neck. He felt like he had broken out of some dark place, some shell that - apparently - he had been hiding in all these years. And this girl, with what must have been a horrendous life in her home, was the one that had done it to him. He rested his head on his pillow and watched her sleep.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby slept hard. She was curled up beside him. She moaned softly and then whimpered. Her forehead crinkled in her sleep and she made another whimper. She was dreaming, and her body tightened up, her hands clenched in fists. She twitched and gasped. She shook beside him.

She was in trouble. She had once again failed. Her father was angry. He had her by the arm shaking her, snarling into her ear. She couldn't make herself wake up, she couldn't get away.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant frowned as he saw Abby clearly having a bad dream. Amazing that though she had just slept with a stranger, it was in her sleep that she seemed to suffer.

"Abby," Grant shook her by the arm, "Abby wake up. You're having a nightmare."

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby's eyes snapped open. She tried to scramble away. But her face and her body changed when she saw it was Grant and not her father close to her. She reached for him and snuggled in close.

She hid her face, embarrassed by her fear and her tears.

"I am sorry. I am sorry, Master."

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant held Abby close, kissing her on her forehead, bringing her into his chest.

"Shhhh... it's ok. Tell me about your dream." Grant paused for a moment. He knew what it had to have been about. "Tell me about your father."

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby sipped in slow breaths. She still had her eyes closed.

"He had me by the arm. He was shaking me. I had broken one of his rules and he was... going to ... going to punish me. I was so scared. I am sorry, I didn't mean to make a fuss."

She burrowed herself in tightly against him, hiding her face against the warmth of his chest.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

He was going to punish me...

Grant continued to stroke Abby's hair, and gently trace his fingers up and down her back. "What would he do Abby? You can tell me. You should tell me. I imagine you may not have told many people about this. But you can tell me because I'll keep the secret, and I'll protect you."

 

[wideeyedone]

She had been instructed to not say a word about his punishments for so long. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she talked about the snap and sting of her father's belt. But the harder part was to tell him about the closet in her father's wood shop. How in the dark, silent isolation she would have to sit for minutes, or hours, or even overnight, always afraid that this might be the time that he would leave her there to die.

She was deeply ashamed that she had been such a bad girl that she had earned such punishment. But she was also terrified that she had told the secret. Her father had made it very clear that no one was to know their family business.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant listened intently, and while his face didn't show it, he went through compassion and anger in turn, as he heard how Abby had spent her entire life under the harsh yolk of an over-bearing tyrant of a father. This was why she had turned out the way she had. It was a sad irony that it was because of her father's abuse, Grant's abuse of her had seemed like almost nothing, and the slightest bit of affection, even by a stranger, was so welcome to her.

Grant wondered for a split second how real Abby's feelings for him - if she truly had any - were. Or were they simply the result of a girl broken by her father? If they were, did that make them any less real? He put those thoughts away for a moment.

Grant caressed Abby's sweet face, looked deeply into her pained eyes, and said, "I am so sorry Abby. For everything. But I want you to understand that as long as you are with me, I will never let another man - especially not your father - touch you. You belong to me." Grant then paused, he wanted to say it...

He would.

"And I belong to you. We'll take care of each other, you and I."

Whatever Abby was - broken or not - Grant had made the decision. He would leave his life behind. Abby was his life now. They would be together forever.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby sat up just a little and kissed him. She held his face in her hands and kissed him. She urged him on his back. She got on her knees and covered his face with kisses. She brushed her body against him and did her best to adore him.

"I am your girl, my darling Master." She whispered. Her fingers trailed down his torso and across his stomach and down his body. Her fingers curled around his cock and she caressed him lovingly.

She had no idea what she was doing, she had never done so before, but she wanted to please him. She wanted to show him her adoration. She kissed down his body and covered his cock with her kisses.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grants delighted at her words, and at her treatment of his body as her object of devotion. As Abby touched his cock, he was surprised, for he knew this was completely new for her. But it was a testament to her desire to please him that she instinctively knew what to do. As she lowered herself down his body, he ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheeks. He let out a ragged breath as she kissed the tip of his cock. His cock had already begun to harden, and he knew there would be precut seeping out of it very soon if not already.

"That's... very good Abby. Keep on going. Put your mouth around it. It's yours."

He loved the sight and feel of her little frame down upon him, and he leaned his had back into his pillow and closed his eyes.

 

[wideeyedone]

She took him in her mouth and looked up at him for reassurance. She saw the warmth I. His eyes and continued. She tried to keep going but choked a little and had to catch her breath. But she didn't ask to stop. She just kept sucking softly.

She was surprised by her reaction to him hardening in her mouth. She felt beautiful and desirable and wanted. She never would have guessed that she would be comfortable touching a man or lying beside him naked.

She got between his legs and suckled him as if she were getting comfort and nutrients from him. she signed and moaned softly as her tongue teased and caressed him.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

"Ohhh... fuck... Abby..." Grant felt his eyes glaze over in pleasure as she went down on him. He continue to caress her hair as he could, but his grip upon his own limbs was fading. Grant had been sucked by all of his former slaves. But with Abby it was different. She did it lovingly, from her heart. He could feel her desire for him - her pride - in her movements. "Don't stop Abigail... I've needing this..." Grant didn't finish his sentence, he didn't even know what he was going to say. But whatever it was going to be, it was almost certain that it was something he had never uttered before.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby caressed his cock with her fingertips and sucked the head of his cock. She looked up st him with her mouth full. His cock throbbed in her mouth and she choked a little. She gagged and had to stop.

"I am sorry, Master." She gasped trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him tearily. "I am sorry." Her hands were trembling.

She hoped he would still be pleased with her.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant was almost going to cum when Abby suddenly choked and stopped, his cock coming out with a pop. He opened his eyes, bleary with pleasure, and when his gaze fell upon Abby, he saw her looking mortified.

Grant's heart bled when he saw her. He sat up immediately and held Abby's face between his hands, lowering his nose to hers, and looked into her eyes.

"Abigail. I'm not going to hurt you. I know this is new for you. And I'm..." Grant felt himself overwhelmed by new emotions. What kind of state had he been in al this years when he had used all those women? Broken them around his steel mind? Now, in the frailty and dedication of Abby, in her deep and immediate loyalty to him, he saw what he had been looking for in reality all those years.

"I'm becoming different because of you Abby. Something is changing inside me." He kissed her on her lips, a long, wet, passionate kiss. He helped her straddle him as he sat in bed, helping her wrap her legs around him such that her pussy sat right up against the length of his very hard shaft. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. And he ran his hands over her back, pulling her in close to him.

"Don't ever worry. You'll always be with me." Grant lifted Abby and slowly, carefully lowered her down into his cock, until he was completely buried inside her. He looked into her eyes. "This is as perfect as it gets Abby, when we're one. You're part of me and I'm part of you." And then he just held her, his manhood buried within her, without their hips even grinding, he just held her against his chest.

"I love you Abby."

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby's heart swelled as he soothed her. His words and his kisses let her know that he really meant what he said. He wasn't angry, she didn't need to be afraid. He positioned her so that he could be inside her. She pressed her face to his throat. He felt so very strong and warm. She breathed deeply, taking in his clean, masculine smell.

He told her he loved her. She tucked her head under his chin. He held her close.

"I love you, Master. I am going to be such a good girl for you. I promise." She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. She wrapped her legs around him.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

"I know you are, Abby," Grant said as he stroked her hair, "I know."

And with that, Grant began moving his hips subtly against her, in slight circles, his cock buried within her, moving inside her, and he kissed her on her lips, and then down her neck, and then licked her neck up to her ear. "You're so beautiful Abby. You're perfect. It doesn't matter what anyone else says." They kissed again, and Grant's thrusts instinctively and uncontrollably now increased, their hips rocked back and forth into each other, Abby's small frame enveloped by Grant's, the two of their tongues dancing in each others' mouths, the two of them connected most intimately, with him inside her.

Abby could feel how Grant's length completely filled her, and with every grind forward her clit would rub up against him, increasing her pleasure. Grant ran his hands up and down Abby's side, caressing her hips, and then wrapped his arms around her back, holding her as close to him as possible as they made love, she in his lap.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby gasped and moaned as he kisses her and kisses her neck. She cradled his head to her. She began to push her hips back and forth. Showing him that she wanted more, that she needed more. She was getting breathless and shivering in his arms and then it happened. She had one climax and then another.

Her body clenched around him. She cried out sharply.

"Master, please...." she wasn't even sure what she was begging for but she needed him and she needed more.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Grant felt Abby's orgasm around him, and heard the desperation in her voice as she was ravaged by the pleasures of her own body. All of it pushed Grant over the edge as well, and he held Abby tightly against him as he buried his cock as deeply as he could before his hot seed burst forth inside her and began filling her with thick rope after rope of cum, marking her again, and again as his own.

Grant held the little frame of Abigail in his body, his arms enveloping her, as they came into each other, solidifying their oneness each time they did. As the two of them came down, Grant kept himself inside Abby, and rolled onto his back, with her on top of him, pulling the sheets over the two of them again. Now Abby lay upon him, he still inside her, and he smiled at her and ran his fingers through her hair. He didn't say anything to her, but the way he looked at her, he didn't need to.