Tex (Burnout) (12 page)

Mark led her to his dresser against the wall. He opened it and produced a leather cuff about two inches wide with two silver clips on either side, plus a buckle. She grimaced at it. “I thought it was supposed to be silk scarves?” she said.

He smiled. “Sounds romantic in theory. The reality? Not so much. They tighten up if you pull on them. They can cut off circulation and even cut the skin.”

Abby’s eyes widened. “Really?”

He nodded. “Silk scarves sound sexy, but they’re not safe. The three things we need to worry about are being safe, being sane, and that everyone consents to what’s happening. Okay?”

She took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“I’m going to put this on you, just so you can feel it.” He opened the buckle and encircled her wrist with the cuff. He fastened it and then took hold of the silver clip and shook it. “Hurt?” he asked.

“No,” she told him. It was snug, but not tight and not uncomfortable at all.

“Feel too tight?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s okay.”

“Good.” He let go of her wrist and walked over to the bed. Lifting up the corner of the mattress, he drew out a silver chain.

“Oh,” Abby said.

He smiled at her reassuringly. “I know. No chains. But this isn’t the kind you were thinking of, right?”

Abby examined it. It was smaller than she’d pictured. Gleaming and polished, not dirty and rusted. It wasn’t any thicker than her thumb.

“They’re strong and easy to clean,” he told her. “But most importantly, they won’t hurt you.”

Between the chain, the cuff, and the wrought iron headboard, she could never get away. Mark must have read her expression because he lifted her chin to bring her gaze to him. “We’re just going to cuff your wrists. Not your legs this time.”

Abby eyed the chain and the bed. “And you promise not to hurt me?” She knew that was silly, a promise could be easily made and just as easily broken, but she looked into his eyes, searching for anything, any small hint of danger or a lie. Sarah had said she trusted him. Abby just wanted to be sure.

Mark brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “Never.”

Try as she might, she could see nothing but gentleness and kindness in his eyes. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Just the wrists.” Not that it really mattered, but to Abby being bound completely seemed like a lot to take on for the first time.

Mark slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “Good girl,” he told her and her stomach fluttered a bit.

He brought over the other cuff and put it on her wrist. “Undress for me,” he told her.

Abby hesitated. Having a guy rip your clothes, you ripping your own clothes off in a fit of passion, those were acceptable. But doing a strip tease in front of Mark when her heart was hammering in her chest? That did not seem possible. He sensed her reluctance. He turned, opened the closet door and took down the fluffy white bathrobe hanging on the back. “Would you prefer to get undressed in the bathroom, Abby?”

“Yes,” she told him, taking the robe gratefully.

“Okay. It’s the second door on the right. The second door.”

Abby headed past the closed first door and entered the bathroom. It was enormous with a white tile floor and white walls broken with a strip of glossy black diagonally set tiles waist high, encircling the room. To her left was a small linen closet and a large black cabinet housing the white porcelain sink. In the corner was a tiled shower with a large glass door. Against the far wall, tucked under the window, was a large, white clawfoot tub.

It was beautiful. She wondered if Mark had bought it this way or had decorated it himself. She didn’t know why a man would choose a tub like that, but it looked damn inviting.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and unzipped her skirt. She laid her clothes on the chair to her right and examined the black cuffs against her pale skin. She was about to let a man chain her to his bed. It sounded crazy if she thought about it for too long. Then she pictured Mark as that man, and it still seemed crazy, but kind of exciting, too. She slipped on the oversized robe and stepped out of the bathroom.

Opposite the bathroom door was a room with an open door. It was a small home office with a desk, some bookshelves, and a computer.

So, she’d seen Mark’s bedroom, his bathroom, and now his study, all of which had the doors open. But the door next to the bathroom was closed. Mark had said the bathroom was the second on the right. Had said that twice. But had he said not to go in the closed room?

No. He’d just been making sure she knew where the bathroom was. Right? But this door was closed, which made her wonder. She hesitated, almost reaching for the knob.

“Abby.”

She jumped and jerked her hand back. She grabbed the lapels of the robe and held them tight around her. Mark was smiling at her. “Snooping?”

“No!” she snapped, but she could feel her face turning red.

“It’s alright. You want to know what’s in there?”

“No. Yes. No.” She sighed. “Do I?” she finally asked.

“Probably not. That’s my torture chamber.”

Abby gasped and Mark came toward her. He grasped her shoulder, turned her around and reached for the doorknob.

“No! I wasn’t snooping! I-”

The door swung open and Abby’s wave of hysteria abruptly turned into a fit of giggles. There was a treadmill, a weight bench, a balance ball, and a rack of free weights against the wall.

Torture chamber.

“I prefer to work out at home rather than the gym.” He left the door open and took her hand, pulling her to the bedroom. “Come on. The look on your face was priceless.”

CHAPTER NINE

“You’re evil,” she accused with a smirk. Still smarting over the workout room scare.

“Nope. I swear only to use my powers for good.”

His lips came down on hers. It was a hot, demanding kiss that had her thighs quivering. He ran his hands through her hair and over her flushed cheeks. Fingertips grazed both sides of her neck causing her to shiver. He slipped a hand inside the robe and cupped her breast. His thumb rasped over her nipple and she clutched his biceps.

Mark had already taken off his shirt was wearing only his jeans. He tugged at the robe’s tie and it fell open. He pulled her closer, pressing her bared chest to his. He slid the robe off over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

“Abby,” he whispered against her mouth. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He pushed her back slowly to the bed and placed on hand on the back of her head and the other arm wrapped around her waist. He laid her down on the soft sheets. He kissed her senseless, nuzzling her neck and nipping at her shoulder. She was almost drowning in him when she felt him thread his fingers through hers, palm to palm. He drew her right hand up, above her head, toward the headboard. She tensed.

“Shhh,” he told her. “It’s okay, Abby. Everything’s fine. Just relax.”

He took her mouth with his again and she heard the soft click of the cuff being locked at the end of the chain. He quickly secured her other wrist. Abby’s breath started coming faster. He put a hand under her chin and directed her gaze to his. “Abby, listen to me. Breathe. Just breathe, baby. Breathe in and count to three.” Abby took a deep breath, counting in her head. “That’s good. And let it out, counting to three. If you control your breathing, you control your heart rate. And if you control both of those, you can’t panic. Look into my eyes. Nowhere else.”

Abby breathed in and out, counting slowly and looking right at Mark.

“That’s my good girl,” he told her. He kissed her again, this time running a hand along the inside of her thigh. She instinctively spread her legs a little.

“There you go,” he told her. “Spread for me, Abby. Let me touch your pussy.”

Abby spread her legs wider and Mark rubbed her slit. Abby writhed underneath his fingers. Mark took his hand away and stood up. She watched in fascination as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. When he’d taken her at her condo, she hadn’t seen him. She’d felt that he was large, but she was still surprised when he slid his jeans and boxer briefs down revealing a long, thick shaft that even now in its half-hard state was impressive.

When he caught her staring, she turned her gaze away. “You’re allowed to look, Abby. I’m definitely looking at
you
.”

She blushed furiously.

“Your nice, full lips, your beautiful breasts, your flat tummy, your curvy hips, those long legs. Hard to know where to start first.” He pulled a condom out of the nightstand drawer and tossed it onto the bed beside her. “I guess I’ll start from the bottom,” he declared, “and work my way up.” He got down on the bed, kneeling between her thighs and lifted her ankle. He kissed it. True to his word, he worked his way up her leg, licking and kissing.

He spread her legs, placed his thumbs on her labia and pulled them open. Abby gasped.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” he told her. “All pink and red.” He blew on it gently and she whimpered. “You need to get a checkup, Abby, so I can taste it.”

Her stomach muscles clenched, contracting her vagina. He chuckled. “So, you like your pussy eaten.”

Abby frowned. Actually... “Not that much,” she told him.

“Why not?”

“Um.” Abby squirmed in the chains. The truth was neither of her exes really cared that much. If they bothered to do it, it didn’t last long. She was brought out of her thoughts when he nipped the inside of her thigh. She yelped.

“Answer me.”

“It’s- it’s just not that great. Guys don’t care about that kind of stuff.”

He looked up at her face and raised an eyebrow. “Am I like any guy you know?”

She thought for a moment. “No.”

He opened her wide again, examining her. Abby felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Normally sex happened with the lights off.

“I love seeing you opened for me to use,” he told her.

Abby wondered at that. Did she want to be used? Normally a declaration like that would make her think of cold, impersonal sex with no climax for herself. But he’d said he’d used her that first night. And while it may have been unlike anything she’d done before, it was far from cold or impersonal. And she had come twice. She decided that, for Mark, using her had a far, far different connotation. Oh, yes, she wanted to be used again.

Mark ran his fingers through the tuft of hair at the top and moved further down. “Do you shave or wax?” he asked, tracing his fingers along the bare lips. Abby never got a landing strip. She thought they looked weird. She just asked that they leave that part alone. He moved his fingers up again, felt for her hood and rubbed it.

Abby blew out a harsh breath. God, this was so weird. She was turned on, but being asked personal questions she didn’t want to answer. It was an odd experience. “Wax. I get a wax every few weeks.”

His fingers slipped down lower and parted her cheeks. Her hips shot up off the bed and she tried to twist away. “Don’t do that!”

Mark laid one arm across her belly and flattened her to the mattress. “I’ll look at any part of you I want to, Abby. There’s nothing you can do. Have you been taken anally?”

“What?” Oh, God, she thought. Was he planning to-

“Has a man had your ass? Did it hurt? Was he not gentle or didn’t prepare you properly?”

Prepare properly? How could you prepare for something like that? “No. No, I’ve never done that. That’s- I don’t do that. I won’t do that.” Well, that seemed like a stupid thing to say since she was chained to his bed and really had no ability to stop that from happening. God, what had she gotten herself into.

“We won’t tonight,” he assured her.

She sighed with relief.

“That kind of thing takes time for virgins. Especially for a man as large as me. But I am going to look at it, Abby. So you have three choices. You can pull your knees up and spread your legs for inspection. Or I can spank you. And then you can pull your knees up and spread your legs for inspection.”

Abby licked her lips. “What- what’s the third choice?”