Tex (Burnout) (16 page)

He grinned. “Personally, I start out with the basics. Giving them lots and lots of orgasms. And with you I’m going to be spending a fair amount of time eating pussy.” Abby blushed. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing that. “Getting your pussy eaten will pretty much be a standard reward for good behavior. Or possibly it’s Wednesday and I feel like your eating pussy. Whichever.”

She giggled.

“I demand a lot,” he admitted. “But I try to give as much in return. I’m strict but fair.”

Abby changed in the bathroom while Mark waited for her in the living room. When she emerged, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Call me or text me when you get home so I know you made it,” he requested. She nodded.

He wrapped his arms around her before allowing her to leave. “You did great tonight, Abby. Not letting your fear rule you and letting go.” He gave her another, deeper kiss and swatted her ass as she headed toward the door. She laughed.

He closed the door after watching her get into her car and pull away from the curb. It was a tempting thought, Abby as his submissive. But it was a lot to wish for and he didn’t want to set himself up for disappointment. He resolved to enjoy her for the time he had her and not think too much about anything else.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

On Monday morning Abby was again hunched over her desk squinting at printouts that were giving her a headache. She wished the memory of her weekend with Mark was enough to dull the pain of returning to work for Kessler. According to the budget he’d given her, they’d have to find even cheaper service vendors than they were already using. She shook her head at the ridiculous demands.

The Custer was losing money, that much was true, but skimping on amenities wasn’t the way to counteract that decline. She might have thought that Kessler was skimming, claiming he was using higher quality linen and towel services, for example, but actually employing cheaper ones and pocketing the difference in cost. But so far all the vendors listed on the hotel’s accounts were accurate.

She picked up a sheet for a Blue Orchid Floral Service and scanned the invoice. She frowned. She couldn’t recall the Custer having that many flowers either in the lobby or the elevator vestibules. There were some large potted trees in the lobby, but not so many that it justified the enormous monthly fee the Custer paid to have the plants changed and maintained. She wondered how the Floral Service had escaped Kessler’s spending cuts.

Even though she’d just arrived at work less than two hours ago, she glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned.

****

Mark slid out from underneath a 4X4 to find Hawk smirking at him. He wiped his greasy hands on a rag.

“You weren’t at Maria’s Friday night,” Hawk announced.

Mark just looked him. “Why are you telling me shit I already know?”

Hawk grinned. “Vegas wasn’t there either. In fact, neither one of you were there last Friday, either, if memory serves.”

Mark sighed and stood up. “Well, aren’t you Sherlock fucking Holmes?”

“You did her when you took her home that night, didn’t you? Must’ve been damn good if you keep going back.”

“No, that’s
you
, Hawk, that doesn’t sleep with them more than once.”

Hawk’s grin got impossibly wider. “So you did sleep with her. She freaky like you?”

Mark felt his cock swell a little behind his fly at the memory of how well Abby had taken to his dominance of her. He hadn’t played with that many inexperienced subs over the years and unsurprisingly it intensified his attraction to her. Seeing her struggle with and ultimately give in to his demands was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

He turned away from Hawk to hide his burgeoning erection and sorted through some tools. He didn’t know how far things would eventually go with Abby but one thing was for sure, next Friday wasn’t going to come fast enough.

****

Abby froze as Mark ducked under her open garage door. Her first thought was that she was a bit of a mess. Her hair was pulled back, but not in any way that looked good. She had a ratty t-shirt on and jeans. She held a coupling in her dirty hand.

“It’s not Friday,” she told him, for lack of anything better to say.

He grinned at her. “Nope. I just wanted to see how you were doing with the car.” He checked under the hood and examined the parts she had laid out on the tarp. “You really do spend all your time on this.”

She nodded. “Yes, but the TV was delivered today. So, I was thinking of knocking off early and watching a movie. You could stay.” Oh, God, she thought. Did she just invite him to watch a movie? It sounded dumb, even to her own ears. But then again, he was here without her having asked him over, so what did that say?

“I’ll order pizza,” he told her. “Unless you’ve learned to cook in the last week.”

She shook her head. “No, but I shouldn’t-”

“Abby, you can indulge once in a while,” he told her in a tone that brooked no more arguments.

Abby washed her hands in the bathroom sink as Mark called in their order. He thumbed through the stack of unopened movies on the coffee table.

“I haven’t seen any of these,” he called to her. “Which one would I like?”

Abby thought about it. “Chinatown. He smacks her around. She likes him anyway. You’ll love it.” Mark laughed out loud.

Abby changed into a slightly less ratty t-shirt and came out of the bedroom as the doorbell rang. Mark paid for the pizza and they spread it out over the coffee table. He turned on the movie and she snuggled up next to him with a slice.

She managed to eat just one, but her thoughts were definitely not on the movie. Made bold, she supposed, by the beer she’d been nursing, she moved closer to him. Instead of being receptive to her advances, though, Mark shifted away from her a little on the couch. “Abby,” he said sternly. “We’re watching a movie.”

She nuzzled his earlobe in response. “Do bad things to me,” she whispered.

The corner of his mouth twitched a little but his eye remained cold steel. “No. It’s not Friday. Now watch the movie.”

Abby frowned. She didn’t just want to be his Girl Friday. She sucked his earlobe. “It’s Wednesday. You could eat my pussy.”

He paused the movie with the remote. “If you don’t stop, I
will
do bad things to you. And they won’t involve eating your pussy.”

Abby’s heart beat an excited tattoo in her chest as she wondered what he would do. She bit his earlobe.

“Enough,” he demanded. He tossed the remote onto the coffee table. He turned and grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head. In one fluid motion it secured her arms behind her at the elbows with it. Abby grunted in surprise. He yanked her bra down in front, revealing her breasts and shoved her back onto the couch.

He threw one leg over hers and she heard him taking off his belt. For a brief moment she thought he was going to hit her with it then remembered when he’d told her to bite down on it. She pressed her lips together to avoid giggling excitedly. He was going to spank her. Except...he didn’t.

He threaded the belt around her thighs and secured it, leaving her prone on the couch.

“Stay, pet,” he told her, as if she could move anyway, and he went into the bedroom.

Abby tried to crane her neck to see what he was doing, but couldn’t manage it. She heard her dresser drawer open and close and he stalked back out. He disappeared into the bathroom briefly and then returned. Abby was curious, afraid, and turned on all at once.

He unfastened the belt, unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down to her knees along with her panties. She yelped. He brought his closed fist up to her face. “Open,” he demanded.

Abby was startled by the order, but parted her lips. He stuffed a pair of her panties into her mouth. She tried to protest, but he didn’t seem concerned. At least they were clean, she thought to herself, glaring at him.

He thrust his fingers into her pussy and pinched a nipple with his free hand. Abby tried to push her pelvis into his hand. She felt him part her with two of his fingers and his right hand released her breast. He reached around behind himself and produced her electric toothbrush. Abby’s eyes widened in shock.

He stretched her even further and pushed it in, turning it on with his thumb. She twisted and bucked, but her t-shirt was holding her arms and her jeans were around her knees and she couldn’t get any leverage. He picked up the belt again, wrapped it around her thighs, and tightened it, closing her legs around the vibrating invader. He buckled it snugly and sat back down on his end of the couch. He picked up the remote, turned the volume up slightly on the television, and resumed the movie.

Abby was bewildered. She attempted to apologize through the panties in her mouth, but it came out muffled and unintelligible even to her. It didn’t take long for the reality of her situation to sink in. Her breasts were exposed, her pussy was stuffed, and the belt holding her thighs together was sending the vibrations of the toothbrush straight to her clit. In the back of Abby’s mind she thought she might have made it to the five minute mark before the first orgasm hit.

She panted through the silk underwear and tried to regain her composure. Now that she’d finished, he’d let her go. She was sure of it. But when he didn’t seem to notice her presence, she tapped his thigh with her foot. He slapped
her
thigh with his palm. “There’s an hour and fifteen minutes left on this movie, pet,” he told her. “You’ll be still and quiet and let me watch it. Even when you come.”

Come?
she thought. She’d already come. For the briefest of moments she considered trying to relay this to him somehow, but he’d just told her to be quiet and still and she wasn’t sure but she thought it was safe to assume if she tried to get his attention, there would be a punishment. Or at least, a harsher punishment than the one she was already enduring. Considering she’d never once looked at her toothbrush as a substitute vibrator, she wasn’t sure what other things in her condo Mark could use to punish her with.

She laid back on the couch and looked at the ceiling, slowly reciting the alphabet in her head to distract her. She was on the fifth recitation when a prickly heat seeped through her pussy, though, and she clenched her fists.
G, H, I
, she thought, fighting it. Oh, God. Her clit seemed to swell. She felt the familiar clench of her vagina and bit down on the panties. She squeezed her eyes shut as a wave tiny little shocks and twitches surged up from her core and she clamped down on the toothbrush. A tiny little squeal erupted in her throat and she prayed he hadn’t heard it.

By the fourth orgasm, she was no longer fighting. She felt her belly and her thighs tighten, but let it wash over her, keeping her eyes closed. She may have sighed softly behind the panties, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t even notice when the movie was over. She did open her eyes when Mark lifted her off the couch and carried her into the bedroom.

He laid her down and unbuckled the belt, putting it aside. He parted her legs as much as he could with her jeans around her knees and slid out the toothbrush, setting it on the counter. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and rolled her over onto her stomach. She struggled just a bit as she heard his zipper come down and felt his cock slide into her. She couldn’t come again. There was no way. She was too worn out.

“Shh, pet,” Mark said, breathing into her ear as she rested her cheek against the pillow. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn. Just lie still. Nothing you can do about it anyway.”

Abby felt her body go boneless when he said she didn’t have to come anymore. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as he fucked her. Keeping her bound by her jeans made her pussy tighter and it felt like heaven when he was thrusting in and out of her.

She lost track of time, but was aware when he pushed up into her one final time and she felt hot jets of cum spilling into her womb. She turned her face into the pillow a little and smiled a secret smile. No other pet got this. She was his special girl. Mark’s special pet.

He gently pulled out of her and began undressing her slowly. He removed the t-shirt that was binding her arms and then unfastened her bra. He pulled her jeans and panties all the way off and covered her with the sheet. She felt him kiss her temple.

“Sleep now, pet. But you need to work on your endurance.”

Abby drifted to sleep after he turned the light off, bathing the room in darkness.