Don’t you fucking stop.”I couldn’t care less though. I just set myself up, grabbed her hair in a bun and started pounding her. Somehow, all the ...ggression in me translated into the verve in every stroke and she felt the ground break under her feet the way she was being rocked. Her moans were echoing along with sound of my balls slapping against her ass. I picked up the pace and kept going till she pushed back and arched up, welcoming another crazy orgasm. This one was so big that both our. I couldn't think. As Emily scooted around the bedroom, all I could feelwas the friction between the carpet and my nylon-encased body. Needlessto say, it took my mind off of anything meaningful. I started to museon stupid things; like how I could say I was finally being supportiveof Emily, or how flexible I had become. My mind just would not focus,and I had no more energy to try and get Emily's attention. If she onlyknew what had happened, I'm sure she and I would get a huge laugh outof all of. After a couple of hours, he came out and said my mother wants me to go home. I went up took my shower and dressed. He said I could come back later. When I got home, mother said we had to go shopping for new clothes. ( oh joy. A day at the clothing store). When we got back the phone rang. It was Jeff, he said he and his brother were going to his aunts house for a couple of days. I thought no more swimming pool for me till he came back. I hopped on my bike and rode in around the neighborhood. The room was pitch-black. Her naked feet flexed on the cold concrete. She didn't mind the cold or the dark. She could see. Everything was painted in hues of blue in the absent of light.This was her room now. Her Sire's orders.Abigail felt the oppression of the sun outside the room and the walls of Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. She curled down naked on the floor, her clothing having been stripped away by Faust, the vampire who Sired her, the moment she arrived before she was shoved into here..