Tex (Burnout) (26 page)

"I never turn down a good view," he told her and proceeded to cut a piece of steak off. Abby was slightly offended. After all this, she should at least get a steak dinner. She glowered, directing her gaze above her while Mark ate his dinner.

Just when she thought he was ignoring her completely, she was shocked out of her inspection of the ceiling when a drop of something freezing cold landed directly on her shaved mound.

"Oh!" she gasped and tried to close her legs, with no success.

She raised her head to see Mark dangling an ice cube from his water glass above her. It dripped down slowly. She tried to catch her breath. Then he pressed the entire cube to her clit. She screamed.

"Stop!" she shouted. "Oh, please stop!"

"What?" Mark asked mildly.

"Sir! Please, don't do that!"

"Do what?"

"Rub ice on me!"

"Rub ice on what?"

"My- my pussy. Stop!"

"Your what?"

"My....cunt. Please stop rubbing ice on my cunt, Sir."

"Whose cunt?"

She tugged at the restraints, then gave up. "Yours, Sir. Your cunt."

"Okay," he said, and shoved the cube inside her. Abby screamed again.

"This hot little cunt," he said as she lay there struggling, "that belongs to me, is melting that ice pretty damn fast. I have to tell you, I fucking love it. I love seeing things drip out this cunt, pet. Ice, cunt juice, my seed. I think maybe I'll put my seed in you and have you push it back out with your tummy muscles. While holding the plug in. Does that sound like a fun exercise?"

"Um." Abby had no idea how to respond.

"Well, it will be. But here's something you'll be a little surprised about when you feel it. A plug this big makes your cunt tighter."

"It- it does?" Tighter? She was snug enough as it was for Mark's large dick.

"It surely does. Fucking my pet with her plug in is going to be a whole lot of fun for the both of us." Mark continued with his dinner, occasionally watching her. When he finished, he stood up, gathered his plate and his glass and left.

Abby closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was coming next. She heard Mark return and when she opened her eyes again, he took hold of both her legs behind the knees and pulled her forward until she was closer to the edge of the table.

She heard the distinct sound of him unzipping his fly. She whimpered.

"Excited or scared, pet?"

"Both."

"Honest answer. Good girl."

Tucked inside his hand was something small. Something almost flesh colored. It was a flat disc and Abby scrutinized it a moment before she realized what it was.

"NO!" She shouted, trying to move away from him.

"Easy, pet," he told her.

"No! No, no, no! Please. Please! I'm a good girl. I was a good girl! Please, no!"

"It's alright, pet." He placed the small piece of ginger root against her clit. She bucked and tried to fight him off, screaming.

But this time, the intense burning sensation did not come. It only tingled first, then steadily built to an almost buzzing sensation. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed and bucked her hips again, but this time not out of fear. She ached with need. She gasped and tried closing her legs to get the friction she needed.

"Pet?"

"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Oh, God fuck me!"

"Pardon?" Mark asked, grinning.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" The ache got steadily sharper and she sobbed.

"You need my cock in you?"

"YES! YES SIR!"

Mark grabbed her legs, pulled her all the way to the edge of the table, and drove into her in one quick motion. She let out a shattering scream. He seemed huge! As he pounded in and out of her, he reached down and pressed on the plug. The added sensation of the ginger and the toy made her come instantly.

"Keep going, pet. Got another one in you, I suspect," he demanded, slamming into her. He pressed the ginger to her clit with his thumb and she howled with desire.

She felt all her muscles clenching as she came a second time, clamping down on his cock so hard she hissed. She couldn't tell if she was feeling pain or pleasure.

Mark came inside her then. She felt every pulse of his cock filling her tight pussy with his semen. After the last throb, he slowly pushed her back farther onto the table so her feet were resting on the flat surface.

Abby thrashed a little as she tried to catch her breath. When she did, Mark spread her legs wide with his hands. "Oh, yeah. Look at that," he murmured to himself. "Got a little tiny drop leaking out there. A dripping pet is a well used pet, isn't she?"

"Yes," Abby breathed. "Yes, Sir."

He pushed his thumb onto the plug making her groan. "We can get it out, though, can't we? Push it out of you. Push out the cum, not the plug."

Abby struggled to work her stomach muscles. She felt the plug slipping and he shoved it back in. "More," he ordered. She squeezed harder. "There it comes," he crooned. "What a pretty picture. You feel it dripping?" She nodded. "Push some more." When she did, he rubbed her inner thigh. "Good girl." He unlocked her wrists from her ankles and scooped her up off the table, setting her on her feet.

"Are you alright? Can you stand?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, Sir."

"Pet."

"Yes, Sir?"

"There's seed on the table."

Abby looked down at the puddle. She felt Mark gathering her hair in his hands. "I'll hold this. Don't want a messy, pet. Go on. You know the rules."

Abby placed her hands on the table and bent down. She slowly licked up the still warm mix of their juices. "Every drop, pet." She swallowed it down obediently.

Mark pulled back on her hair, standing her up. He twisted her so his face was inches from her. "Such a fucking good pet. Licks her cream all up like a good girl. Hungry now, pet? Ready for dinner?"

She nodded, dazed. "Kneel here and wait for me," he told her.

When he returned he had another steak and a glass of water. He placed them at the head of the table. He sat in the chair and cut a piece of steak. He picked it up with his fingers and put it next to her lips. "Eat your dinner pet."

Abby took the meat in her mouth and chewed it. "Is it good?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you, Sir."

As he cut another piece of steak he said, "All your needs will be met by me. If you're hungry, you eat from my hand. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Take another bite." Mark fed her the whole steak, some potatoes, and held the water glass for her to sip from. She was too exhausted to be offended.

"Need to sleep, pet?"

"Yes," she said wearily. "Yes, Sir."

He gathered the plate and the glass and stood up. "Let's get ready for bed."

Mark allowed her ten minutes of bathroom time to pee and brush her teeth then made her crawl to the bedroom on the leash and even though she knew it wasn't there, she looked for a dog cage anyway when she entered the bedroom. He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of thong panties. "These are your size. Put them on please." She took them and looked at them. "They'll help keep the plug in overnight."

"Overnight?"

"Yes, pet. Your ass needs training if you're going to take my cock on Sunday."

She shivered and knotted the panties in her hand.

"Relax," he told her. "It's a process. It'll be a challenge, but we'll make it happen."

She pulled the panties on. Mark pulled her up to the bed, took off the leash, and attached another chain to her collar. This was was attached to the headboard. "If you need anything in the night, you wake me, and I will take care of it," he told her. He locked the chain to the bed with a silver padlock and then produced another, smaller one from his pocket. "Lift your hair." She felt him lock the buckle on the back of her neck. He put the keys in the nightstand drawer on his side. She could reach them if she wanted to, but it meant going over Mark to do it.

He shucked his jeans and slid into bed alongside her. "Pet?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Come here."

She moved closer and Mark leaned over her. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. There was no tongue, just a slow, gentle kiss. "You're doing so well, pet. I am so proud of you."

"I-" she stopped. Was she allowed to ask for anything? She didn't know.

"What pet?"

"Will you hold me?"

"Of course." He turned off the light and pulled her in close to him, arms wrapped around her. Abby drifted off into sleep quickly.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

In the morning, Abby forgot what was happening for a brief moment when she woke up. All she knew was Mark was next to her. And she smiled.

"Mornin', pet," he said. Right. Chains. Collar. Training.

"Good morning, Sir."

Mark unlocked the leash from the collar and the headboard and had her crawl down the hall to the bathroom.

He removed her panties and her plug. He tossed the panties in the hamper and set the plug on the counter. "I'm giving you ten minutes to use the toilet," he told her. "Then it's bathtime." She frowned. "No enema this morning,” he told her. “Only tonight."

She sighed in relief and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

Abby did her business quickly and washed her hands and the plug for good measure. Maybe she could escape that enema if she was extra good. Mark came in and saw her drying it. He kissed her on the forehead. "Like your present?" he asked.

"It's not so bad."

He laughed. "Bathtime, pet." He ran the water to the same level as before and bade her get in. He washed her with his bare hands and she didn't hesitate at all when he instructed her to get on her hands and knees. She bit her lip and said nothing as he washed her asshole inside and out.

"You dirty, pet?"

"No, Sir."

"Nice and clean inside?"

"Yes, Sir."

He rinsed her with the spray and brought the plug over. He lubed it up and inserted it with minimal effort. He rewarded her compliance with a finger fuck in her pussy until she came.

He brought her out of the bath and towel dried her. He attached the collar and she immediately knelt beside her. "Good girl," he said, obviously pleased. "Let's get breakfast." He led her to the smaller kitchen table and made her kneel beside it. He made an omelet with mushrooms, plated it, and brought it to the table.

He sat in the chair and Abby prepared herself to be fed again. But instead he said. "Pet. I'm really pleased with your obedience this morning. And I know this isn't quite as much of a treat for you as it is for me, but I want you to suck me off. Right now."

"Yes, Sir."

Abby maneuvered herself under the table as he unzipped his fly and his erect cock sprang out. She would probably never get over how beautiful it was. She happily enclosed her lips over his dick.

He groaned with pleasure and took her face in his hands. "It's really important to me that I be able to use all my pet's holes. And not only that, but all of them in an equal fashion. Do you understand what I mean when I say that, pet?"

Abby paused and looked up at him. She shook her head slowly so as not to dislodge the cockhead in her mouth.

He stroked a finger down the side of her face. "That means that the same intensity I use to fuck your cunt also needs to be done to your ass as well as your face."

She pieced together his words and started to draw back. He held her firmly. "Not today. Not even tomorrow. Not for either your mouth or your ass. But after we finish your anal training, I'd like to start training your throat. I want to facefuck you." She whimpered. "No," he told her. "You won't like it. But you'll learn to tolerate it as part of your service to me. Because you want to please me, don't you?" She hesitated then nodded.

"Good girl," he told her and came in her mouth.

She rested her head on his thigh as he finished his omelet. He stroked her hair with his free hand. When he finished, he carried his plate to the sink. "Do you want an omelet?" he asked her. "Or something else."

"That's fine. Sir."

He nodded and began making one for her as well. She watched him put the same amount of care and precision as he had into his own and he laid it on a clean plate and brought it to the table. He fed her, using the fork this time, thankfully, as she knelt beside him.

"Will it always be like this?" she asked suddenly, then winced. She wasn't supposed to ask questions. Oops. But Mark only gave her a puzzled look. "Will I cook for you? Obviously. Unless we want to live on PB and J, pet. You can't cook your way out of a paper bag."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I mean, will I always...eat on the floor?"

"No," he said. "This is a Total Power Exchange. To keep you in the right head space while you're here. I won't make you crawl, either." His eyes twinkled. "Well, not much. I do love the way your pretty little ass sticks in the air when you do. I use ginger root only for punishment. Unless you want me to put it on your clit again.” She blushed and looked away. "Thought you might enjoy that," he told her. "I didn't think I'd enjoy bathing you as much as I do, it turns out. Might do that once in a while." She looked at him thoughtfully. "What pet?"