Tex (Burnout) (31 page)

Mark immediately replaced the plug with the head of another. She tried to cry out in protest behind the gag. She knew this one would be bigger, more painful. She tried to move her legs, but Mark slapped her thigh with his free hand, stinging her. He seated the plug despite her tears and Sabrina fingerfucked her mercilessly to orgasm through the pain.

As she lay panting, nostrils flaring, Sabrina stood up. "Entertaining," she declared. "You should thank your Dom, when you can, for allowing you to come during your training. Speaking of coming, I was rather...intrigued...by your little display, pet. Mark?"

"Yes, Sabrina?"

"Can your little pet service me?"

"As you wish."

Abby watched in equal parts shock and fascination as Sabrina hiked up her skirt again and straddled Abby's chest. She watched, like a small animal hypnotized by a large snake, as the topless woman licked her own fingers. "Mmmmm. You taste every bit as good as you look, little pet. Would you like to know how I taste?"

Abby could scarcely breathe. Taste? No, she couldn't do that. She didn't even know this woman. Mark knew her, sure, but still....she shook her head no. Sabrina sighed. "Disappointing. I thought you'd appreciate something in your mouth other than that ball gag." She pressed her skirt to her belly. "Touch me."

Abby couldn't move. Couldn't do anything. The woman's bare pussy was just a mere foot away from her face. "I touched you, little pet. You could at least do the same."

Abby brought her hand up, but was unsure what to do. Everything was weird. In reverse. She'd only ever touched herself. Personally she liked to stick two fingers in her pussy and pinch her clit with her thumb and forefinger. But that wasn't an option here because her hand was upside down. It was a puzzle she couldn't solve. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Pet?" Mark asked.

"It's alright, Mark," Sabrina assured him. "Listen to me, little pet. Rub your finger along my slit."

Abby extended her index finger and gently traced the woman's seam. Sabrina rocked her hips in encouragement. "Now, part my lips and feel around to see if I'm wet enough."

Abby's finger slid in between the labia. It was hot. Like temperature hot. Sabrina was very warm. Abby supposed she knew that on a superficial level having felt herself, but touching someone else made her more aware of it. Sabrina was wet, too. It was a slippery slickness that she gathered on her fingers and rubbed them together. It felt exactly like her own. She rubbed two fingers into Sabrina's inner labia.

"One finger first," Sabrina instructed. "Like I did for you."

Abby inserted her index finger. Sabrina made a noise of contentment. Abby curled her finger. She couldn't do that to herself and so it had never occurred to her to do so. But Sabrina had done to her and it had felt amazing, so that must be the right thing to do. Sabrina moaned.

"Your little pet's a fast learner."

Abby looked at Mark but his expression was unreadable. She couldn't tell if he was happy with what she was doing or pissed. Was she cheating? She didn't think so. Mark had invited this woman and then she asked him if she could use Abby. He'd said okay.

"Put your thumb on my clit," Sabrina commanded, knocking Abby out of her reverie. She pushed her thumb into Sabrina's clit, tucking it under the silver ring. Sabrina rocked harder. "Stick another finger in my cunt."

Abby pushed her middle finger in and felt Sabrina tighten in response then relax. Christ, but the woman had good muscle control. Abby watched intently, then for some reason slid in her ring finger as well.

"Cheeky bitch," Sabrina said, but she was grinning down at Abby.

It was then that Abby let go. She reached up with her other hand and flicked the silver ring with her finger. Sabrina thrust her hips forward. Abby was amazed. Seeing this no-nonsense ballbuster lose control was interesting to say the least. She began rhythmically tapping the piercing in time with her fingerfucking. She felt Sabrina's insides tense up as she came.

When the Domme recovered, Mark helped her off the table and she set her skirt to rights, then putting on her bra and blouse. She smoothed back her shoulder length hair and suddenly no one looking at her would know she had two nipple piercings, a pierced clit hood, and had just ordered a gagged sub to bring her to orgasm. She could have been any other business woman out for a lunch break.

Mark walked her to the door, leaving Abby on the table. Abby closed her eyes and spent a minute trying to process everything that had happened this afternoon.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

What the hell had that been? Especially that part at the end where she really, really wanted to get Sabrina off in a huge way? That was...unexpected. She heard the door shut and knew Mark had returned. She opened her eyes and he sat her up. Her bottom stung a little from the insertion of the bigger plug. He unfastened her gag and she worked her jaw up and down, stretching the muscles.

"Are you alright?" Mark asked.

She looked up at him. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "Are you?"

He frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

She rubbed her hands on her thighs. "Um. I don't know. Are you mad?"

"About what?"

"I- I don't- I mean...was that...cheating? Because you said she could do it. And I didn't know, and I didn't want to make anyone mad, and I didn't know if I was allowed to say no, and-"

"Stop," he ordered and sat down on the couch. "Pet, come here."

She got up and stepped toward him. He pulled her into his lap. "Did you like it or not?" he asked.

Abby hesitated. She had no idea how to answer that. Would she have done it if she was out to lunch and a blonde sexbomb cornered her in the bathroom and said, "Kneel before me and fingerfuck me?" Probably not.

"Pet, stop thinking so much and tell me exactly what's in your head right now."

"I can't tell if I liked it," she said quickly. "I didn't feel ....that thing that I feel when you make me do stuff."

"What thing?"

"Like, I don't know. Like there's this thing in my stomach that flip flops every time you tell me to do something."

"You get excited."

"Yeah, but that's such a....mundane word for it. It feels like more than just that. Because I've been excited before. I mean I've had orgasms. It's not just being horny."

He considered this, then nodded. "Okay. I don't get a thrill from submitting because I'm not a sub, but I do get one when my submissive does what I ask her to do, so I think I understand. You didn't feel any particular way about being dominated by Sabrina."

"No. But I liked...what we did. I mean she's pretty. Beautiful even. I haven't seen that many gorgeous women close up like that." She paused. "Poor choice of words." Mark chuckled. "It was, I don't know, new and different and interesting and exciting, just not in any of the ways that being with you is new and different and interesting and exciting. But I was kind of worried that you were mad. Because I couldn't tell what you were thinking. You didn't order me to do what she asked. You just...stepped aside almost and I didn't know if you were pissed at me and just didn't want to make a thing out of it in front of her."

Mark shook his head. "She saw you looking at her when she mentioned her subs are female," he told her. Abby stiffened. "Relax, pet. No punishment. I promise. She said you didn't seem rude. You seemed...curious. And then embarrassed because she caught you being curious. She asked me if you'd been with other women."

Abby blushed and looked away. "I- no. Not really."

"But you've done something with another woman," he surmised. "Or fantasized about them."

"Just- just one really. In college, I had this friend. We got drunk and kissed at a party. I'd always thought she was pretty. It was nice. But she had a boyfriend and I don't even really know if it could have been anything anyway. I mean women are okay. Sometimes some women click for me while most of them don't. But I prefer men, so it wasn't worth pursuing. Are you mad? It's not like I've dated women or anything. It just happens sometimes that I'm attracted to one. You were so distant..."

"I'm not mad, pet. She asked me if she could explore your curiosity and I told her she could. She's a lesbian and an experienced Domme. She knows homosexuality can be a hot-button issue for some people. That's why I didn't do or say anything to stop it or encourage it. I didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything you weren't comfortable doing just to please me and I didn't want to stop you if you were interested in seeing where it led. I'm not mad as long as you don't want to switch teams on me."

She laughed. "No, I don't."

"And as for the cheating, I was there and I was watching, so no, it's not cheating. But, pet, if you think you want to see if it leads anywhere, then you come to me and we'll discuss it. Anything you do away from me that I don't know about, whether it's with a man or a woman, is cheating and I won't tolerate it. And I don't mean that as in I'll get the cane. I mean it's over. Period. BDSM is so far down the rabbit hole, trust-wise, that one serious fuckup is usually all it takes to break a relationship permanently. Lies can't be tolerated. I would never cheat on you and expect the same amount of respect."

She nodded. She could see exactly what he meant. This required so much more trust than anything she'd ever done before. It was exhilarating, but terrifying as hell And if someone lied and abused that trust, it would have serious consequences. She frowned as she remembered something. "Mark?" He looked at her. "What- what are we a long way off from?"

"What?"

"You told Sabrina we were a long way off from something. But you didn't say what."

He furrowed his brow. "That's not your concern, pet. And not your place to ask."

"How could it not be my place to ask? What is it? Are you going spring something on me that I can't handle? Well, what happens then? Is it over because you kept this thing from me that you want, but wouldn't tell me about and it turns out I can't do it?"

"This is not a discussion we're going to have." He picked her up, set her on her feet and got up himself. "Come on. You still need your lunch."

"No," she balked. He turned to stare at her. "What do you want?"

"Pet, you are dangerously close to a punishment. You do not question me. I will tell you what you need to know when I feel you should know it. And not before. Now let's go."

"You want a slave, don't you?" Abby blurted out.

Mark narrowed his eyes at her. "I've already told you I don't."

"But how do I know that's true? How do I know you're not just- just- brainwashing me so I'll accept it when you finally tell me that's how it's going to be?"

"Brainwashing you? Do you hear yourself?"

"But you already have! I sit on the floor, I eat from your hand, I walk on a fucking leash! I'm your dog!"

"For the weekend! For
this
weekend so you can work out whatever issues you've got."

"Well, I don't think it's working!"

"Really? Because you've got a four inch stainless steel butt plug in your asshole that says I know exactly what I'm doing. You are tired and hungry and it's affecting your judgment. You need to eat and then rest for a while. Now, stop arguing with me and let me take care of you. And trust me, pet, you are not my dog. I've treated you very, very well so far, but if you keep pushing me, I swear to God I will start treating you like a dog and I promise you that you will understand how easy you've had it these last two days."

She rolled her eyes at him. "You do treat me like a dog. And that's what you've wanted all along! The only thing missing is a cage and a shock collar."

"Fine. You're a dog."

He surged forward. She froze in fear and then tried to back up, but he caught her by the ring on the collar. He took out the leash from his jeans pocket and clipped it on. "Move, bitch." He jerked the chain and she was forced to follow him. He led her to the bedroom.

She was too terrified to say anything. He flung open the dresser drawer, grabbed a pair of stainless steel handcuffs and had one on her wrist before she even knew what was happening. He brought her other arm around behind her back and secured it.

"Come, bitch. It's time to eat." Mark led her down the hallway with her hands cuffed behind her back. He led her into the kitchen and wrapped the leash around one wrist as he opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a pyrex dish of what appeared to be a marinating chicken breast and dumped it unceremoniously into the garbage. He tossed the dish into the sink.

Abby supposed that was going to be her lunch. He opened a cabinet door, brought out a bowl, and slammed it on the counter. He opened the pantry, took down a box of cereal and dumped some into the bowl. He led her over to the sink. "Kneel, bitch."

"Mark.
Sir
," she corrected.

"Bitches don't speak. Ever. Speak again and I will gag you and then no lunch for you. Kneel."

She knelt down as carefully as she could. Not that she cared about eating lunch, but she was seriously wary of pissing him off further. He set the bowl down in front of her. "Eat."