A/N: This was inspired by an anon post I saw on Tumblr, saying how hot it'd be if Will was at Abigail's mercy. I didn't originally want to break this into two parts, but I thought it was getting a little long. If you have any requests on Abigail's continuous tease (poor Will), I'm more than happy to hear and consider them, because I only have a couple more things in mind. I've never really written dom/sub before, so this is new for me. Anyway, I'm sure there are a million fics out there called "Good Boy," but I didn't see any in the Will/Abigail tag, so there ya go. Anti-creativity prevailed.

CH 1: Good Boy

When Will finally awoke, his head was throbbing and a dull, painful sensation kept flaring up behind his left eye. He vaguely remembered being in Hannibal's kitchen… Abigail had been the only one home, so she'd offered him a drink, and then… What? What had happened?

Groaning, Will shifted and opened his eyes, only to jerk in alarm when he realized he couldn't see. There was a thick, black neckerchief wrapped around his head, blocking off his vision and leaving him without any sense of clarity.

"Hello?" he croaked, his voice quivering. "A-Abigail? Are you…are you in here?"

"Hi, Will. I'm glad you're finally awake." He jerked to attention, stunned when he felt her hot breath on his ear. Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, lightly rubbing until his nipples hardened beneath her touch. Swallowing sharply, he then felt a draft and realized he wasn't…

"Abigail, where are my pants?"

He heard her snort, amused.

Embarrassed, Will's cheeks burned as he shifted in his seat, now fully aware that he was naked from the waist down. Behind him, his arms were secured with what felt like rope to the slats of the chair. "Why are you doing this?" he weakly asked.

"You wouldn't come see me when I asked, so I had to find another way to get your attention." Will could hear Abigail circling him now, her footsteps stopping once she was directly in front of him. "Are you finally ready to pay attention to me?"

Will swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing low in his throat. "Abby, I…I just…I don't understand why… Uh…" Trailing off, he jerked back in shock when she leaned over him, tickling his neck with her long, dark hair. He felt her breath hot and moist against his throat, then her tongue darted out and licked the salt from his skin. Flexing his bound hands, he squirmed and tried to move his bare hips away from her. Abigail responded by straddling his lap, her lips burning feverishly along his neck as she moaned against his skin. Being temporarily blind, Will found that all of his senses were heightened. The hair on the back of his neck prickled and his breath hitched, his toes curling as he felt her hips nudge into his. The more she bucked her lower body, the more his cock began to rise, the blood rushing straight to his groin and causing it to be teased into awareness. Breath growing shallow, Will arched his back and gave a helpless little groan, his head tilting back as he desperately vaulted his bare hips into her clothed ones. The lace of her panties dug into his skin, giving the tantalizing friction he so sorely needed. When she ground against him just right, he jerked and felt himself spurt wetly onto her stomach. Will hadn't meant to come so prematurely, but she'd excited him beyond his control. He thought he heard her laugh.

Pausing her metronome-like undulations, Abigail reached behind him toward his bound wrists. Her lips brushed against his ear as she moved, her small breasts pressing into him as she made a soft, breathy little noise. Will shuddered. Suddenly, he felt the give of his left restraint and his hand was free. Abigail paused to guide him, now urging his hand against her come-splattered stomach. His fingers were forced to smear through his semen, then she lifted his hand up to her mouth. Will lurched, stunned when Abigail's tongue wrapped around his finger, hungry little moans catching in her throat as she devoured his essence with several brisk, tantalizing swipes of her tongue. Shuddering, Will was tempted to touch her with his newly freed hand, but decided to remain still out of fear of her stopping. It sickened him that he no longer wanted her to stop – that he now needed her touch and needed this torment.

"Abby," Will choked out, "Abby, please…"

He felt her cup his cheek, then her lips were suddenly on his, soft and warm before her tongue slipped into his mouth. Groaning into the kiss, he parted his lips and allowed her to drink him in more fully, his free hand clawing at the air as she restrained his wrist within her grasp. As Abigail angled her face more roughly into his, she lowered his arm until he was forced to cup her breast. He froze, startled by the feel of her erect nipple pressing greedily into his palm. Still accepting her eager kisses, he groaned low in his throat and slid his thumb over the hardened bud, circling her nipple in a slow, meditative caress. Abigail whined in response, her hips jerking into his as she urged his hand more strongly against her breast.

Will drew back with a hiss. "Please," he begged, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, "let…l-let me touch you…"

"No," Abigail fired back. "Let me touch you."

Confused, Will felt her lips on his neck, and then her nimble fingers made quick work of removing his shirt. He shivered once his torso was bared to the cool air, his eyes fluttering as Abigail burned a trail of kisses from his throat to his chest. Continuing her exploration, she paused every so often to lick and nip his shivering skin.

When Abigail's lips reached his navel, Will tensed and felt her warm breath on his cock.

"Abby," he choked, "Abby, wait…"

"Can't," she whispered back, then opened her wet mouth around him. His hips shifted, and he suddenly found himself writhing from her touch, breath sharp and chest heaving. His free hand knotted in her hair, assisting in Abigail's descent as she slid him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue made several long, deliberate strokes around his shaft, swirling and teasing as she traced patterns on his sensitive skin. Wriggling out of her panties, Abigail's teeth scraped just right and he cried out, only to have her suddenly withdraw.

"W-what…? Why did…why did you stop?" he rasped, only to lurch when she pulled his hair.

"You're only allowed to come when I say so. Got it?"

Bewildered, he nodded quickly, mouth dry as he trembled.

To his surprise, her fingers released his hair and began untying the blindfold, now allowing the fabric to slide away from his bleary eyes. What he saw made him gasp. Abigail's trim, slender waist was in his direct line of vision, and the sight of her unabashed nudity instilled him with more carnal hunger than before. He wanted to suck her tits…to bury his face between her warm, sticky thighs and taste what she was so cruelly denying him.

"I want you to look at me," Abigail whispered, now lifting a leg and straddling him. Though she was still standing, Will knew that if he were to reach out, he could slide a hand between her legs and take what he wanted.

Instead, he did as he was told and lifted his eyes, melting into her touch when she cupped his cheek.

Abigail smiled. She prided in the fact that Will could always keep her gaze – Hannibal had once told her he had trouble with eye contact, so she damn well wanted his eyes on her when she fucked him.

"Don't look away from me," she warned, only to ease herself onto the stiff bar of his erection. Will jolted at the feeling, gritting his teeth as she began to slide across the length of him, drenching his cock with her juices. And despite the urge to toss his head back and grind into her warm, eager cunt, he shuddered and kept his eyes focused on hers – a stark blue on blue.

"Good boy," Abigail purred, now pressing her forehead to his. "Do you wanna fuck me?"

Will swallowed, far too ashamed to voice his needs.

This, of course, wasn't good enough for Abigail. "Do you want to fuck me?" she hissed, now torturously halting the movement of her hips.

Desperate for the continuous friction, Will made a choking noise and nodded, practically feverish as he rasped, "Yes! I…I want to fuck you…"

Smug, Abigail wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed against his tip, undulating for good measure. The head of his cock slipped into her warm sheath and he groaned, feeling her lips come to his neck. Nipping and sucking at his skin, she rolled her hips and coerced more of him into her warm, wet heat, his cock throbbing as he yearned for release.

Unfortunately, Abigail seemed to sense this. Raising her gaze to his, she cruelly bit out, "You're not allowed to come until I say so. Remember?"

Will nodded weakly, panting as she gave him a condescending peck on the lips. "Good boy," she cooed. It was clear she enjoyed demeaning him with the dog metaphor.

Now untying Will's final restraint, Abigail placed his hands on her hips and commanded, "I want you to touch me."

Gliding his fingers along her svelte skin, Will cupped her breasts and obeyed her request, eagerly pinching and tweaking her taut nipples. He lowered his mouth to her bosom and sucked a hardened bud into his mouth, now working his tongue in brisk, furious strokes over the erect protrusion. His behavior was rewarded with a small gasp. Tugging at his curls, Abigail yelped and impaled herself on his cock, forcing him in so deep that he felt himself bump her cervix. He jerked back, mouth open in a silent cry.

Now hovering her mouth over his, Abigail released a breathy little moan and rolled her hips, causing his eyes to roll back while she writhed in his lap.

"Look at me," she commanded, reminding him of his obligation.

Will's gaze met with Abigail's and he began to make several soft, animalistic little grunts as she bounced on his cock. The sensation felt so good that it was beginning to become painful…

Squeezing his eyes shut, he gave a throaty cry when he bucked inside her just right, his scalp stinging when he felt her give another rough yank on his hair.

"I said look at me!"

Obeying, Will shuddered all over from the torturous orgasm denial, his cock aching for release as she continued to slide her warm, eager cunt up and down the length of him.

And then suddenly, she stopped.

Rising off his lap, Abigail moved away from him and went to lean against the wall, smirking when she saw the panicked, desperate sheen in Will's wide blue eyes. "What's the matter?" she mocked. "Didn't I leave you satisfied?" Her eyes then drifted down to his straining, painfully obvious affliction. "If you want to come – and I mean really come hard, you need to continue doing whatever I say."

Will trembled. "O…okay."

"What was that?"

"Yes! Ok! I want to!" Humiliated, he glanced down at his legs and was relieved to find there were no additional restraints keeping him in place. He had no idea that Abigail had this strong need for dominance, but whatever she needed he would give – wasn't that the vow he'd made as her guardian?

"Ok, fine," he heard Abigail slyly say, "let's continue."