Tex (Burnout) (21 page)

God! It was impossible to hide anything from this man. He was such a complete and total...

“You’re such a-!” she shouted.

“
Watch it,
” he snapped forcefully, causing her insides to twist. “I’ll only touch you with my tongue to play. But I’ll still spank the hell out of you for punishment if I have to. And it won’t be the kind of spanking you’ll enjoy.”

Abby licked her lips. “Please, let me come. Sir.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you asked nicely, pet. Now...ask me for something else. Nicely.”

Abby panted and shook her head. Mark drew himself up over and traced his tongue along one of her distended nipples. “You taste so good, pet,” he murmured. “I could do this all day long.”

All day? There was no way Abby could take this for five more minutes let alone all day. She could use her safeword, but she was fairly certain Mark wouldn’t let her come if she did. After all, an orgasm hadn’t been promised.

She closed her eyes and groaned. “Okay,” she relented.

“Okay, what?” he asked, lazily licking the other nipple.

“Okay, put...put your finger in.”

Mark paused. “That wasn’t asking nicely, pet.”

Abby squeezed her eyes shut tighter and then opened them. Why did he make everything so difficult? “Please,” she begged. “Please, put your finger in. And lick me,” she added just in case he forgot.

“Put my finger in where?”

“My ass! Please, put your finger in my ass! Sir!”

He grinned. “Of course, pet. If that’s what you really need.”

She felt him insert the digit into her drenched pussy, lubing it up gently. His tongue made a few light flicks against her clit. She felt the finger slide down and instinctively clenched her cheeks together to prevent the impending invasion, even though she’d asked for it.

“Oh, please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“Shhh,” he replied and kissed her pussy. “I would never hurt you like that. Now, open up for me.”

She took a few deep, calming breaths and slowly relaxed.

“Such a good girl.” He took a long, slow lick of her pussy and she sighed, tilting her hips toward his face. She felt the tip of his finger press against her tight hole and tried to remain open to him. He parted her pussy lips with his tongue and delved into her wetness. She opened even further, welcoming the soft, warm invader. As she pushed into his mouth, she was also slowly working his finger into her ass by herself.

He moved his tongue further away from her by degrees, forcing her to push her pelvis up more and more if she wanted that contact on her pussy. The consequence being the finger was inserted more and more. When she finally shoved her aching clit against his mouth, the finger seated itself deep inside her. It didn’t hurt and since her reward for being a good girl was Mark’s coma-inducing tongue on her needy bud, she didn’t complain. In fact, rather than complain she said...

“Oh, God, yes!” She yanked at the chains again, but this time not in frustration.

Mark pulled away a bit. “Fuck my finger, pet. Just a little harder. I don’t want you to come just yet. Fuck it, baby.”

Abby threw her head back against the pillow and ground her ass into his hand.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Fuck yourself.” He leaned down again, teeth barely grazing her clit and she bucked and thrashed.

“Oh, please more!” she begged.

“You want more?”

“God, yes!”

Abby gasped loudly as she felt his ring finger press against her and stretch her sphincter.

“Oh, God!” she shrieked. It wasn’t painful, precisely, but the sudden stretching was shocking, nonetheless. Mark buried his face in her pussy and she was soon too overwhelmed with sensation to care.

She came loudly, in much the same way Mark had earlier, which was to say all over his face. He licked her clean as tiny shockwaves still pulsed through her. He slowly slid his fingers out of her ass and lowered himself over her, kissing her deeply so she could taste her own juices on his lips and tongue.

“That was beautiful, pet.” Abby wantonly licked his lips, cleaning him thoroughly of her juices. “You loved it, didn’t you?” he asked when she finished.

She smiled dreamily. “Yes, Sir.”

Mark released the chains and cuddled with her on the bed for a few moments. “It’s almost time for lunch,” he informed her. “On your knees, baby.”

Abby got off the bed and knelt between his legs. He pulled down his jeans and she began her ritual of tongue bathing his shaft and balls. This time she was slow and methodical, all the way through, pep talking herself right up to the end. His fingers threaded through her hair and she knew it was almost time.
Calm, relaxed, swallow it as it comes out
, she told herself.

This time she managed to swallow two jets before she gagged a little and then had to just use her mouth as a receptacle, catching all the semen and holding it until she could force herself to swallow it down. She was disappointed, but Mark didn’t seem to be.

“Very good, pet. Show me.” She opened her mouth for him so he could inspect her. “You’re almost there. It’ll be a lot easier for you if you can swallow it as it comes out rather than holding in your mouth until the end. But you’ll get it.”

After lunch, Abby took a nap on the couch with her feet in Mark’s lap as he watched television. She woke up alone, tv off, and sat up. Mark was in the kitchen working on dinner. “Come here and help,” he called out to her.

She made a face and walked over. “If you want to eat it, you probably shouldn’t let me help.”

He laughed. “I have faith in you. This,” he told her “is what we call a knife.” He said it slowly and sarcastically. She glared at him. “This is an onion.” He set the onion down on a cutting board. “Now, the secret to cutting onions is you leave the hairy end on.”

“I thought you liked the hairy end off.”

He shook his head. “Sassy little bitch,” he muttered, but he was grinning.

She took the knife from him and cut according to his instructions. “Do I get to shave your balls?” she asked him.

He laughed. “No. Sorry, pet.”

She scowled. “So, we’re definitely not equals.”

“We are,” he argued. “Equal, but opposite.” He pulled a coin out of his pocket and set it on the counter in front of her. “Has two sides,” he told her. “One can’t exist without the other. No matter which side is facing up, it’s still worth twenty five cents.”

Abby chopped the onion silently and decided she liked that explanation. Equal but opposite. She could accept that.

After lunch, Mark rinsed the dishes and she placed them into the dishwasher. He dried his hands and turned to her.

“I have a gift for you,” he announced.

Abby’s heart skipped as she remembered the Orange Blossom shampoo. She tried not to look too excited but her mind was racing, wondering what it was.

He turned away from her. “Come, pet.”

He led her not to the living room, or even the bedroom, but instead to the bathroom. She suppressed a giggle imagining bath salts, fragrance pearls, and hours upon hours of relaxing in Mark’s amazing bathtub.

He opened the cabinet and took out a small, red paper gift bag and handed it to her. She pushed aside the white tissue paper and reached inside. Her fingers connected with something hard and smooth as glass. She grasped it and pulled it out. She stared at it. Well, the glass part made sense, because it was, in fact, made of glass. She frowned at it for a moment, trying to figure it out.

It looked a little like a dildo. Except that it was short. Very short. Only three, maybe four inches long. It had a flared base and a rounded tip. She looked up at Mark and back down to the toy. Suddenly her cheeks flared as she realized what it was.

“It won’t hurt,” he declared. Obviously he understood that her sudden embarrassment meant she knew exactly what it was.

He took the bag from her and reached into it again, this time pulling out a small bottle of lube that she’d apparently missed. “If you use this,” he told her, “then you’ll have no problem at all. It’s a very small size,” he assured her. “You’ll be able to wear it comfortably for long periods of time.”

Abby swallowed hard and looked up at him. “Long...” she cleared her throat nervously. “Long periods of time?”

“At work.”

Her heart plummeted to her stomach and her eyes grew wide in shock. “
At work?!
”

“We need to work on stretching you, Abby,” he informed her. “There’s no way you take me comfortably right now. The sphincter is a muscle, like any other muscle. It needs to be worked on to achieve the best results.”

He took the empty bag and set it on the counter. Then he took the plug from her, popped the cap on the lube, and began applying copious amounts to the rounded tip of the anal plug.

“One of my rules, pet, is that you be available to me in all ways. Every part of you will belong to me. Including your ass.”

Abby started breathing heavily as she watched him prepare the mini-torture device. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest.

“Calm down,” he ordered without even looking at her. “I will never lie to you and I will never push you beyond what you can handle. This will not be terribly painful. There will be a slight burn as the larger part of the base slides past the sphincter, but it won’t be unbearable.”

He moved past her, lowered the lid of the toilet and set the plug, with it’s flat, glass, circular base directly onto the seat. He stepped out of the way and gestured to it.

Abby couldn’t move.

“The insertion will probably be easiest if you sit on it and ease it in slowly. You can do it yourself in the morning and then wear it as long as you can throughout the day. As your body grows accustomed to it, you’ll be able to keep it for longer periods of time. This one is small, the smallest available, so I’d recommend some thong panties to help hold it in.”

Abby tried to breathe slowly as she attempted to absorb everything he said. He grinned at her and ran a finger down her cheek. Leaning in he said softly, “Surely you have thong panties.”

She blushed again and bit her lip. She merely nodded.

He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her. Her mouth opened instinctively to him and his gently seductive tongue. “Put it in you, Abby,” he murmured against her lips. “Show me what a good pet you can be.”

Abby swallowed again and gathered her courage. She reminded herself that she signed up for this. She’d practically begged for this. And she wasn’t going to give it, or Mark, up so easily. She stepped around him. Positioning herself over the toy, she reached down and put one hand on the seat to steady herself and parted her cheeks with her free hand.

The tip was cold, but not shockingly so. She gasped anyway, despite her determination. She angled a bit until she felt she had it right and began to sit. Slowly. So very slowly. In truth she might have hovered over the thing indefinitely if her knees and thighs could have held out that long. But they couldn’t, and she slowly sank down.

The tip wasn’t painful. It was about the same diameter as Mark’s two fingers, which she reminded herself had gone in relatively easily.

“Go slow,” Mark reminded her. “Don’t jam it or force it hard. Just go slow and steady but do not stop.”

She nodded, concentrating hard. The toy slid further in, expanding her as it went. It was a little uncomfortable the further it went and she wasn’t sure how she would manage to deal with that for even just a few minutes, let alone all day. She took a deep breath and pushed down. She squeezed her eyes shut as the largest part stretched her. She gasped.

Just as she thought she couldn’t finish it, the toy slid in quickly. More quickly than she anticipated, and the smaller stem-like portion gave her instant relief. She felt herself closing up around the base as her cheeks hit the cool plastic of the toilet seat. She sat, perched delicately, her stomach fluttering crazily and her hands gripping the edge of the seat.

Mark nodded and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her up, which gave her a momentary spike of panic as she worried the plug would pop out.

As if he suspected what she was worried about, he said, “Hold it in.”

He turned her around and parted her cheeks with both hands, inspecting her. His fingers brushed over the smooth base and he tapped it. She moaned as it jiggled inside her. It was foreign, and wicked, and forbidden, and she had no idea what to think about any of it so she closed her eyes.