She dominates you.

My hips instinctively began to move, arching up off the side of the bed as she moved her lips over mine again. Abigail continued kissing me, and for some reason I found myself wanting more. I wanted what she offered—the sweet, gentle passion that only she could provide. It was intoxicating. It was exhilarating. It was everything I'd ever wanted in a lover.

Her warm, smooth hand slipped underneath my shirt, her fingers lightly brushing against my skin, eliciting a gasp from me. My entire body shook, my mouth fell open in silent anticipation of the touch of her fingertips.

Abigail smiled sweetly into my lips. "Relax, dear," she murmured, her voice sounding oddly seductive, "everything will be fine, you'll see."

She kissed me once more softly before moving her hands to slide them beneath my hospital gown to caress my chest, her fingers slipping down to cup the base of my penis.

Her touch sent waves of heat throughout my whole body, and I arched my back up off of the mattress, moaning in delight, arching my pelvis and pressing my throbbing erection closer to her hand.

Abigail smiled softly, continuing her gentle exploration of my body as her hand traveled lower and lower, caressing my shaft in a steady rhythm. A small moan escaped from my lips as I realized what she intended.

"Do you want me to take care of your problem, Max?" Abigail asked quietly, her lips brushing over my lips. "Would you like that?"

I groaned softly. I knew I shouldn't want her to. But I didn't have a choice.

Abigail chuckled to herself, her teeth sparkling slightly. "Yes," she purred.

She lowered herself onto the bed, pushing me backward towards the headboard, her eyes fixed upon mine with such intensity that it almost terrified me.

I whimpered and reached for her, unable to help myself, **** for something… someone.

Abigail laughed to herself again, her eyes twinkling, before she reached forward to kiss me. This time, she didn't remove her lips, instead parting her full pink lips, allowing my tongue inside of them. She pulled my tongue in her mouth, her hand sliding downward slowly, teasingly, to stroke around the base of my cock.

It wasn't just the sex; it wasn't just the physical intimacy of our encounter that drew me to her. Something else was happening, too. Something primal, almost unthinking. She was taking control, commanding me to surrender to her will, and I did nothing to stop her. Not even when she pressed a knee between my legs, forcing me to lean back further into the pillows as I stared upward at her. And the way her fingers gripped my cock, her thumb stroking the tip of it through the cloth of my underpants, sending shocks of pleasure racing up my spine… It was too much. Everything was overwhelming. I couldn't help but whimper as her fingernails slid slowly down the length of my shaft and curled tightly around it, pulling gently at the root of it. I let out a long moan, shuddering. I couldn't help it. Every part of my body seemed on fire with need, craving something, needing something, wanting something…

It was driving me mad.

Abigail lifted herself up to sit above me with a grin, her eyes glittering in amusement as her fingertips continued to stroke languidly down my length