Tex (Burnout) (13 page)

“You say your safeword, get dressed, and go home.”

Abby’s stomach twisted. It was over? Just like that? “But- you said I could have limits.”

“And you do. Hard and soft. Your hard limit is anal sex. You don’t want it and we won’t be doing it tonight. But there’s no harm in looking, Abby. It won’t hurt you. I won’t even touch it. If everything is a hard limit, I’m afraid we won’t be doing much. Give me this, and I’ll reward you.”

As if to illustrate what her reward would be, his thumb grazed her clit, making it throb in response. Abby gasped.

“Display yourself for me,” he demanded quietly. “Let me see you.”

Another stroke. She could feel heat pooling in her lower belly. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. He’d said he wouldn’t touch her. If he broke that promise, she was out of here. Provided he’d let her go, of course, but she thought he would. He certainly wasn’t going to kill her. And letting her go after hurting her meant she’d tear his life apart.

Slowly, she slid her feet up the sheets and planted them on the mattress.

“Good girl.”

Abby flooded with warmth at his praise.

“Now spread,” he coaxed.

She hesitated for the barest of moments then moved her feet further apart.

“More,” he commanded. Her breathing quickened. “I know this is hard for you,” he told her. “That’s the point, Abby. Submission is not about doing what you want all the time. It’s about pleasing me. And when you please me, I please you. Give and take. Does that sound alright?”

To Abby that actually sounded...normal. Wasn’t that what a relationship was supposed to be? Give and take? If one person took everything and never gave back, well that would be unfulfilling to the other person, to say the least.

She parted her knees as far as they would comfortably go.

“Such a good girl,” he said, stroking her inner thigh with a fingertip. “Now I‘m going to have a look at what’s mine for tonight.”

He began a careful but erotic examination of her most intimate parts, starting this time with the thatch of curls at the apex of her vagina. He swirled a finger through them and then found her hood again. He gently pulled apart the folds of moist flesh until she felt the air on her exposed clit.

“Beautiful little pink pearl,” he said, then blew on it. Abby jerked in response. “So sensitive,” he observed. He gave it a light pinch. Abby gasped. “You’re not afraid of a little pain,” he told her.

“I- I don’t like pain,” she replied nervously. He pinched her clit just a tad bit harder and she squirmed.

“I said you’re not afraid of it. Why would you be? Working on cars the way you do. And I’ve never had it done myself, but if I recall correctly, waxing involves ripping your hair out from the root.” He chuckled. “No, Abby, you’re not afraid of a little pain.”

Suddenly, he smacked the inside of her thigh.

“Oh!” she yelped.

“That’s a punishment. For lying to me,” he informed her. “You don’t mind pain, but you do like erotic pain.”

Abby opened her mouth to protest again and he raised a finger at her. “Don’t bother lying. Your pussy is wet as hell and getting wetter by the minute. Don’t lie to me, Abby,” he said more gently. “If you’re embarrassed about the truth, we’ll talk about it until you aren’t. But don’t lie. I will never lie to you. I expect the same courtesy.”

He parted her labia and trailed a finger through her wetness. “There’s no shame in liking this, Abby,” he murmured. “Erotic pain is just additional stimulation, that’s all.”

Abby breathed deeply and her eyes fluttered shut. He called it erotic pain, which somehow did make it seem more acceptable. And her clit was buzzing now from all the...stimulation. She started to instinctively close her legs to increase the pressure on her clit.

“No,” he said firmly and she opened her legs again. “Very good. That’s all dominance and submission is, Abby. I tell you to do something and unless you absolutely can’t for some reason, you do it.”

Abby’s mind reeled thinking of all things he might tell her to do. He spread her cheeks apart and she remembered pretty quickly what it was he was telling her to do right now. Let him look at her. She bit down on her lip and tried not to fight him, remembering the intense orgasms, plural, he’d given her the last time. She’d never come twice in a row and Mark seemed to know a lot about making women come and come hard.

“Very pretty,” he commented. “Nice pink little rosebud. It’s a shame you’re so shy with it, but then again I’m glad no other man’s ever been inside it.”

Before Abby could really ponder his words, he let her go, opened the nightstand drawer and took out something small, holding it in the palm of his hand. “Now your reward for displaying yourself so well.” He opened his hand and in it was a small purple toy. “Don’t worry. It’s brand new. I’ve never used it on anyone else. Do you have vibrator, Abby?”

She was still trying to get used to a man asking so many personal questions. She shook her head slightly. “No.”

He turned it on and swept it over her tummy and down the inside of her thigh. She giggled. “It’s small,” he told her. “It’s best for the clit, which you seem to enjoy having stimulated.” He passed it over her mound and she jerked her hips a little. “Hold still,” he commanded. “Do not move, Abby.” He parted her legs wide with one hand, pressing on the inside of her knee. He touched the toy to her clit and she gasped. “Don’t move or it’s a spanking.”

Abby tried to hold very, very still as he massaged her with the amazing little toy. But she got lost in the overwhelming sensation of it that she bucked her hips up into it.

“Bad girl,” he told her, removing the vibe. He closed her legs, rolled her hips so her lower half was twisted and her left cheek was exposed. He smacked her hard.

Abby yelped. Smack, smack, smack. “Very bad girl,” he admonished. Then he slipped the vibrator between her closed legs, holding it with one hand while continuing to spank her.

Abby cried out and yanked on the silver chains securing her to the bed. The warring stings of the slaps and the absolute eye rolling ecstasy of the toy were causing a slight sensory overload. She cried out again and tried to ride the hand holding the vibe, even with the spanking, it felt so good. She was breathing hard when Mark rolled her bottom back onto the mattress and spread her knees again. She hadn’t come but she’d been so close. She whimpered in frustration.

“I’ll be a good girl,” she panted. “I promise. I’ll be good. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, let me come!”

Mark pretended to consider this. “If you want something from me, Abby, you have to ask the right way.”

“I did!” she protested. “Please, please, please!” Mark shook his head and she was devastated. That little toy could send her to the moon and back in seconds. “W-what? What can I-”

“ ‘Please’ is not the magic word,” he informed her.

Abby racked her overstimulated brain to think of the right word. What the fuck? “I- I don’t- I can’t-”

“Sir,” he said helpfully and Abby stilled.

“What?”

“Please, may I come, Sir.”

“Oh, now wait a minute,” she said. “I don’t-”

He held up a finger to quiet her. “Only in the bedroom. And only when we’re playing games like this. It’s to help you, Abby. Help you to remember who is the dominant and who is the submissive. Plus, it pleases me. And you want to please me, right?” He waved the toy a little to remind her of the stakes.

Abby glared at him. “You said I could have a reward!”

He smiled at her. “And I gave you a reward. Now, if you want to come, you call me ‘Sir’. This is not a hard concept, Abby. The more you submit, the better the rewards.”

Abby laid her head down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
Sir
. It wasn’t such a hard word. God, she said it every day. ‘I hope you enjoyed your stay, Sir. I’ll be certain your room has more towels, Sir.’ What would it mean to call Mark ‘Sir’?

As if he could read her thoughts he said, “Hey.” Abby drew her gaze down from the ceiling back to him. “It doesn’t make you less of a person to show me respect.”

Normally Abby would’ve responded with some smartass comment like he hadn’t earned it. But then again, here was Mark Marsten who could have any woman in three counties, hell any woman in
Vegas,
but instead of being with any of them, he was with her. She should at least be grateful.

She licked her lips. “Please, may I come, Sir?”

He grinned. “Yes. But don’t move, Abby. Hold, very, very still.” He replaced the vibrator on her swollen, aching clitoris.

Abby fought hard to remain still. She clutched the chains and pulled hard, forcing her bottom down onto the mattress to keep from moving. She was afraid if she did, he’d take the toy away again.

She was gasping for air, which the room didn’t seem to have enough of and squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh, God. Oh, God!”

“Don’t move, Abby.”

When she was almost there, he took the toy away. “No!” she howled. “I need to come! Please! Please, Sir!”

Mark chuckled. “Easy now, you saucy little minx.” He quickly ripped off the top of the condom and rolled it on. “I want to feel that pussy tightening up on my cock when you do.” He held her pussy open with two fingers. “Want my cock, pet?”

The wider he spread her, the more empty she felt. She needed to feel that stretch, that push/pull of being entered and filled up. “Yes! Yes, Sir. Oh, please fuck me, Sir!”

Mark shoved his cock inside her hard, causing her to cry out. Then he quickly pulled out of her, causing an equally loud howl of frustration.

“Who controls your pleasure, pet?”

Abby didn’t even stop to think. “You! You, Sir!”

“This pussy is mine to use, isn’t it, pet?”

“Yes! Please, use it! Sir!”

Mark shoved in again, stretching her to her fullest. The sweet, sharp sting of being filled was heaven.

“Come on my cock, pet,” he ordered, and began fucking her mercilessly.

Abby came hard on the third stroke. Undaunted, Mark still continued to fuck into her, taking his own pleasure from her sated body. He pressed the tiny vibrator to her clit as he pounded her.

“One more time, pet. Come one more time.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can and you will. Come once more for me,” he insisted.

He bottomed out against her cervix, balls slapping her ass with heavy thuds. The toy against her clit made her whole pelvis sing.

“Come,” he ordered a third time and she threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm.

****

Mark had unchained her wrists and pulled her to his chest. “It’s over,” he told her. “You survived.”

“Barely,” she muttered against his skin, but she was smiling.

“
I
may not have,” he said. “You are definitely a troublesome little pet.”

She stiffened. “I don’t like that.”

“What?” he asked, rubbing her back.

“I’m not a pet. I’m a person.”

He stroked her hair. “It’s not meant to dehumanize you, Abby. It reminds me that I have a serious responsibility to you. To care for you and see to your needs, and never to forget that you haven’t done anything like this before. Taking a sub through their first submission is a huge responsibility. I need to keep your feelings and your inexperience in mind.”

Abby chewed her bottom lip and thought about that. “Okay,” she said quietly. “That sounds okay.”

“Tell me how you felt.”

“Why?” she asked without thinking.

“Pet. I have thirty minutes. I
can
think up more ways to punish you. You belong to me until Midnight.”

“It was scary,” she replied.

“And?”

“And...exciting.”

“Good. Scary is fine. I can work with scary. I like to keep subs off balance, anxious. It heightens the experience for both of us. But terrified is not the goal. You weren’t terrified, were you?”

“No. But I was angry that you wouldn’t let me come.”