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[wideeyedone]

She did as he bid, without asking questions.

"I feel soft, and just a bit vulnerable." She whispered. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. And she took a deep breath.

"My heart is quickening, and I want to just sort of melt."

She rested her forehead against the stepladder.

 

[MisterY77]

"Very good. Now take a deep breath." He stroked her back, leaning his face closer to hers and speaking softly.

"Again, answer quickly. What are you afraid of? What do you hope for?"

 

[wideeyedone]

She shivered under his touch.

"I am afraid of never taken care of again, never feeling soft and feminine and wanted." She whispered, and a tender little gasp got caught in her throat.

"I am hopeful that I will feel all of that again and more."

 

[MisterY77]

Michael slid his arms up her back, fingertips briefly brushing her neck before sliding his hands down her shoulders and grasping her hands, holding them against the bar. He leaned his face against hers and whispered, "Oh Abby, Abby. You are soft, and feminine. And beautiful beyond words. And I happen to know that you are very, very wanted," he said as his body responded in every way possible. His pulse thumped. His breathing became almost a breathless, chest-heaving. And his pants became rather uncomfortable. And his heart felt like it was going to melt like Abby wanted to.

He released her hands and turned her around, and enfolded her in his arms. "Very good job, Abby. That must have been hard for you and you're very brave." He squeezed her tightly to him, taking in her soft warmth and the smell of her hair. "How do you feel now?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby fit herself against him, hiding her face against his chest. She allowed herself to sink into his touch. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but still protected by his embrace.

He asked her how she felt and it took her a couple of false starts before she could reply.

“I feel very naked at the moment. I am not normally this open with people.”

 

[MisterY77]

Michael stroked Abby's hair gently as she held her head to his chest. When she began to start and stop, he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head so that he could look deep into her eyes. He stroked her cheek and gently said, "Stop for a moment. Take a big, deep breath. And another." He stroked her cheek with one hand while his other hand slid up and down her arm and back.

When she was able to answer, he nodded. "I completely understand. I don't share anything with many people. I am proud of you, Abby," Michael said, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "And I am honored that you opened up to me."

He pulled her close and held her until he felt her calm.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby melted against Micheal. She took a deep breath and then sighed deeply as Micheal ran his hand up and down Abby's back. She tucked her head under his chin and clutched his shirt in her hands.

"What does this picture make you feel?" Sh asked softly, her lips just inches from the warm skin of his throat.

 

[MisterY77]

"This picture we have of a beautiful young woman who is healing and learning to trust again," he said, holding her tighter against him. The feeling of her body pressed against him and her breath on his neck made his pulse pound. "And a man who is very pleased with her and wants to teach her as much as he can, who wants to make her grow as far as she can grow, that picture is warm and sweet. It brings a spark that I had begun to wonder if I'd have again."

He released her and trailed his finger down her cheek, looking deep into her eyes, before leaning his face toward hers.

 

[wideeyedone]

She looked up at him with shining eyes.

"I would like to see that picture. Her feeling confident and whole, and him feeling that spark."

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips ever so softly.

 

[MisterY77]

He squeezed Abby close and returned the kiss. And another, soft and gentle. His mind exploded into fireworks. He had rarely felt this way and not for quite some time. He closed his eyes and kissed her softly again. Pulse racing. Savoring the feel of her warm, soft lips on his. Her curves pressed into him.

Then the door opened. The artist was here to drop off his photos. "Hey, Greg, come out those in the office," Michael said with a surprising amount of composure.

Greg smirked at him. "You weren't so close to your last girl," he said. He brought a Manila envelope and what seemed to Eva wrapped, framed work of art to the desk.

"Abby, this is Greg. He photographs some of our special events here."

"Special events," Greg chuckled. "Good to meet you, Abby. Now I hate to be rude but I've got an engagement downtown to shoot. Au Revour!"

Michael opened the envelope and gestured for Abby to sit at the desk. He leaned against it next to her. He hoped that the tent in his pants was not too obvious but there was nothing for it now. "Abby, I believe that you'll find this art as alluring as the photo we keep finding ourselves viewing."

He slid out a black and white photo of a woman's profile. A black ball was in her mouth and was strapped in by a leather strap around her head. Her eyes were wide in an expression of... Abby wasn't sure what... surprise? "I trust you remember Kelly," he said.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby found herself touching the photo. She traced the leather strap across Kelly's face. The walls in the photo looked very similar to the walls in the gallery, but the lighting was different.

"Is that here?" Abby asked wide eyed. She was breathless, her heart was racing as she imagined herself in the same predicament.

 

[MisterY77]

Michael studied Abby's reaction to the photo. Skin a little flush, chest heaving a little. Look of fascination.

"That is here. Downstairs actually. That bookshelf swings open to a staircase. Upstairs is my loft. Downstairs is... the dungeon." He walked around behind Abby and put a hand on her shoulder as she examined the picture. "There are photos and art down there that I cannot display on the gallery floor. As well as... objects of a mature nature. When you think you are ready, it will be my pleasure to show it to you."

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby drew in a quick little gasp.

"That is not why Kelly reccommended me is it? She didn't say that I would..." Abby's voice trailed off. She wasn't sure what she was afraid of, was it the room downstairs itself, or perhaps that her desires might be visible to others?

She trembled just a little under Micheal's reassuring hand.

 

[MisterY77]

"No, my dear, Kelly never suggested that you would be interested in that kind of play as she hadbeen. I was simply looking for someone intelligent, efficient, and able to follow specific directions. You fit that description very well." He squeezed her shoulders and stroked his hands down her arms.

"I have no expectations from you of that nature. You certainly seem intrigued and we can explore that at your own pace." He released her arms and took another photo from the envelope. "Here, let's go through these and you can help me decide which ones to frame and hang up down there. If you get uncomfortable, just say 'enough please' and we can stop. You're about to gain a new appreciation for Kelly."

The next photo was a full color, high definition photo. Kelly was on elbows and knees on an antique looking heavy wooden table. It was a side view. Her long black hair was wrapped up in a bun. A black velvet collar with a metal ring was around her neck b Her wrists and ankles were cuffed with wool lined leather cuffs. Her breasts dangled toward the table, nipples erect. The ball was still strapped into her mouth. Eyes wide, much like the other photo. Upon a closer look, a black riding crop was striking her butt cheek closest to the camera, swung by an unseen hand.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby gasped when she saw the next photo, but she wasn't horrified. She was intrigued and aroused. She could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. She bit her lip and felt herself clenching her thighs.

"May I see another?" She asked softly.

In this next one, Kelly was on her knees. She was holding up her hair while a pair of masculine hands fastened the velvet collar.

"She looks so feminine and beautiful." Abby offered almost wistfully.

 

[MisterY77]

Michael examined Abby's reaction very closely and stifled a smile when he saw her squirm. He hadn't imagined things taking this turn at the beginning of the week but after the kiss they had shared, he realized that he wanted Abby to respond like that to these photos. And he wanted her to respond like that to him. He put a hand on her back and slowly stroked up to her neck.

From where he sat on the edge of the desk, he could just barely make out hardening nipples. He stroked the back of her neck softly and gently ran fingers through her hair.

"She does indeed. You seem enthralled by that one, Abby. What was she feeling there? What are her eyes saying to her owner? What would you be feeling?"

 

[wideeyedone]

She sighed softly as his fingers rubbed against her neck. It made her think about him buckling a collar onto her slender neck. She heard a hungry little sound in the back of her throat.

"I imagine she feels wanted and cherished. She can feel his desire through his touch. She can hear the satisfied sound he makes when she is marked as his with collar." She closed her eyes as his thumb rubbed against her spine.

 

[MisterY77]

He continued to tease her neck, tracing her spine, then around to the side where it met her shoulder, before twining his fingers into her hair.

He tugged her hair gently, turning her head to look at him. He looked deep into her eyes. “And what about you? Do you feel how wanted and cherished you are? Can you feel the desire in my touch? Can you see the passion in my eyes?”

He traced his fingertip over her lips with his other hand.

 

[wideeyedone]

She nodded as he asked if she could feel his desire. He traced her lips with his finger tip and she opened her lips, the tip of her tongue touching his finger, tasting his skin.

She took his finger into her mouth, to his first knuckle. She kissed his finger, sucking it gently. She closed her eyes. She wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't want this to stop.

 

[MisterY77]

He gasped softly as she took his finger into her mouth. He savored the feeling of her lips and tongue. He tugged her hair gently as he began to slide his finger in and out, breathing deeply. Yes, she was certainly ready.

He grasped her hands and pulled her up from the chair, pulling her body close to him. He held her very tightly as he leaned his head down and kissed her lips firmly. His heart pounded in his chest as he his lips kissed hers repeatedly. He could feel her breasts pressing into him which sent his desire for Abby even higher. his hard cock pressing against her as his hands stroked her back.

He broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Abby, let me show you my dungeon,” he said, almost breathlessly. “Come with me.” He took her hand in his and twined her fingers into his, kissing the knuckle of each finger as he led her to the bookshelf. He pulled “The Encyclopedia of Art, Volume F,” and it sprang open to reveal a staircase.

The stairs ran up and down. He stepped onto the down staircase and said, “Come, Abby.”