Chapter 5

"Please, Miss Hobbs, remove all of your clothing except the under garments and then go kneel by my desk." "Yes sir" Abigail murmured. As she went to remove her clothing she watched him stare at her, eyes burning through her almost. She breathed heavily with every buttoned she un-did on her blouse. Hannibal smiled at her noticing her nervous expression. Her blouse was off, the office was cold, she gave a slight shiver and she could feel the hair on her arms and neck standing straight up. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. She turned around and walked towards that well known mahogany desk. She kneeled on the floor next to it. Hannibal walked over and slowly removed his jacket, then slowly unbuttoned his vest, then loosened his tie in an erotic kind of way. Abigail now had a love for three piece suits. Hannibal then removed his belt, more gradual then his other garments.

Abigail's heart was pounding; she could not hear anything except the slow agonizing sound of the leather belt moving across the fabric and through the loops. His footsteps were almost synchronized with her beating heart. His tie was loosened, first three buttons unbuttoned, and belt held tightly in his hand. He walked with confidence and lust. "Stand up." Hannibal commanded when he finally reached her. She stood has she was told. "Put your hands behind your back, turn around, and bend over the desk." Abigail turned around slowly and bent over.

This was just like her dream, she couldn't believe it. The desk even had the same coolness to it. She could hear Hannibal slipping out of his tie. Then swiftly he tied her hands with the tie. "Can you move?" Hannibal asked in a dark voice. Abigail wiggled her hands but couldn't get out of the tie. "Good" Hannibal remarked. "Now Miss Hobbs, you can't make any noise, we don't want my reception hearing. If you scream I will have to resort to other things to keep you quiet. Understand Miss Hobbs?" Abigail nodded more quickly now anxious for what was about to come.

Abigail was in a panting frenzy. Hannibal slowly rubbed her backside she could feel every detail in his hand through her under wear. He had large hands….like her father. She could feel every nerve in her body on edge; burning at every touch. Hannibal rolled her underwear down her legs and surprisingly tied her ankles with it. She was bent over his desk with her hands tied with his tie behind her back and her ankles tied together with her own lacey underwear. Hannibal was now rubbing her bare back side, every now and then grazing her aroused genitals. She let out a soft moan. Abigail then felt cool leather from Hannibal's belt graze her backside. Then the leather left her skin for a split second and then with a quick loud smack it came back down on her bottom. It was like every nerve on her bottom stung with pleasure. She stifled a yelp. Hannibal then rubbed the area with the belt again and lifted and came down, this time harder than the first. She couldn't keep quiet this time and let out a minor scream. "Shhhhh my dear" Hannibal said quietly. "We wouldn't want to attract attention."

Abigail's eyes started to water. She braced herself for another hit but it didn't come. She shifted a bit and then realized why her ankles were tied together. Everything was so close… so tight. She heard Hannibal shift behind her, and then heard the zipper on his pants. 'Oh no' She thought to herself. 'This is it.' There was a long pause, then she felt his hands rub clitoris, and again let out a soft moan. She must remember to keep quiet! Abigail wasn't experienced when it came to sex. She's only slept with one guy, a distant boyfriend who she barely thinks about anymore. This was much different, more confident, and smoother. There was not word that could describe it. She knotted her fingers together, waiting for it to happen.

Hannibal rubbed the outside of her with his large endowment, VERY LARGE INDEED. Abigail's heart was pounding and she bit the bottom of her lip so hard that she could taste salt and rust of her blood. Then with a quick thrust he filled her. She couldn't reserve herself, and let out a louder scream. Hannibal quickly threw his hand around her mouth, "What did I say about keeping quiet, Miss Hobbs?" Her lips trembled against his hand, anxious for him to keep moving. "P..p…pl..please" Abigail stuttered through his fingers. She could see that smile he was probably making, dark, sadistic, sinister smile. Hannibal continued on, filling her, deeper, harder; filled with pleasure. She moaned on his hand, and took a sharp breath when he increased in speed. He smelt like brand new suede and imported cologne.

Hannibal pushed harder, sliding in and out between her pressed together legs. The desk started to make noise now scrapping against the hard wood floors. The sounds of flesh hitting mahogany…flesh hitting flesh. Hannibal, now noticing the noise, grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, making the feeling deeper. He let out a moan of himself and Abigail was dying to see the satisfactory look on his face. He pressed in harder and faster, Abigail could barely stand it anymore. She felt an oncoming feeling and started to moan louder. "You must ask." Hannibal demanded. Abigail thought about it for a minute and then realized what he was asking. "May I please come….May I please come Dr. Lecter?"

"No. Not yet." Hannibal commanded. "I will tell you when." Abigail bit her lip harder trying to contain the feeling. He wasn't stopping, wasn't slowing down, this was becoming very difficult. She had to, but she couldn't, the feeling finally overwhelmed her and gave into pleasure with a stifled scream. She lay on the desk for a few seconds, panting, praying that he didn't notice. Abigail felt his hand graze over bottom, "Oh no Miss Hobbs… that will not do."