Tex (Burnout) (35 page)

"Expel?" he finished. "You won't. The nozzle's in tight. You're completely safe from embarrassment, pet. I promise you. Just relax and see if you enjoy it."

Abby began rocking again. He pushed his thumb against her clit and with his other hand, squeezed a nipple. "Oh!" she cried out, and began to move faster. She kept it up for a few moments, but stopped, head down, panting hard.

Tex moved toward her head, cupped her face and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue in and out. "You're so fucking good, pet," he murmured into her mouth. "Tummy filling up, nipples hard, cunt soaked. Is my pet enjoying her enema?"

She nodded and swirled her tongue around his. He started very gently massaging her belly again while kissing her. She made the most cock-hardening noises into his mouth. He glanced at the bag and saw from the translucent indicator on the side she'd almost taken the full dose. He released her, and heard a groan of her displeasure as he left her. He smiled. He knelt behind her and clamped off the flow.

He lubed up her plug and firmly took hold of the nozzle. "I'm going to remove the hose, pet. And put the plug back in. Be very still and don't move. Be a good girl now. We don't want a mess."

She adjusted her position and he slowly tugged on the nozzle. She whimpered a little nervously. "It's all right," he told her. "You're doing beautifully. Just hold it. Hold," he commanded. "Hold it." He pressed the plug against her sphincter and pushed slowly but steadily. It breached her ring and plopped into place with little argument from Abby.
Such a good girl
, he thought.

He tossed the hose aside and unbuckled his belt. He knew she heard him because she looked back over her shoulder. But she didn't say anything. He slowly unzipped his fly, letting her hear that too. He pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down to just above his knees. He didn't need any prep time for himself. He was already rock hard. He nestled himself between her legs and sat back on his heels.

He took hold of her shoulders and pulled her up to kneeling. "Come here pet," he crooned. "Let
me
fill you up now."

He fingered her slit a little, making sure she was ready and then guided his cockhead toward her cunt. With his free hand he tapped the plug. She gasped. "Plug's in nice and tight. There won't be any accidents. I promise you. Now sit on my cock, pet. Take it in your cunt."

Abby reached down and pressed two fingers to his shaft, positioning them both then slid down onto his erection. God it was incredible. She was soaking wet and the plug pressed against him as he took her pussy.

"So tight," he murmured in her ear. "My pet's so nice and tight. So wet," he added. "Loved your enema, didn't you baby?"

"Yes, Master," she cried out as he cupped her breasts.

"Now just relax and let me fuck you, pet. Close your eyes, and just concentrate on what you feel." He began thrusting, sliding his shaft in and out and tweaking her nipples simultaneously. When he had a steady rhythm, he ran his hands over her belly, careful not to press down. Just a gentle caress. "So full. Such a good girl. Look at that round tummy. It's so beautiful. Pet, do you want to please your Master?"

"Yes!"

"Then come pet. Come with Master's enema filling you up and his cock in your cunt, ready to fill you up with seed. Come for me now."

He hadn't taught her to come on command. They weren't anywhere near that level of training. So he moved his hand down, one pinching a nipple and one pinching her clit, giving her that little pain/pleasure spike she needed to go over. She tightened up on him exquisitely and howled out an orgasm. It sent him spiraling into his own, his cock pulsating, jetting cum into her hot snatch.

When they both finished, he held her back against him, cuddling her in his arms. "That was amazing," he told her. "I've never done that before, fucked a sub while she was holding her water." It was true. In the past, enemas had been strictly prep for anal sex and so he always refrained from taking their pussies first so it didn’t lessen the orgasm of that final goal. He'd given erotic enemas, though, to help subs who were embarrassed by them. The massage had not been new.

The sharpness of his desire to fill Abby surprised him. He'd always admired a full tummy, or a cunt full of fist, but he'd never been this lustful for it. Something about her soft, curvy body taking in whatever he wanted to give her filled
him
with a desire that he'd never felt this strongly before. And the fact that she'd enjoyed it, too, made it so much better. It raised their intimacy level, he thought, these shared, naughty passions.

He smiled to himself and kissed her temple. "Did you like it?" he asked her, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it just the same.

"Yes, Master," she replied dreamily while resting her head on his shoulder.

"Such a good girl." He lifted her up, sliding out of her. He raised himself to his knees and set his jeans to right, not bothering with the buckle. "Stand up, pet. Time to release."

She stood and looked at him, eyes pleading, but saying nothing. He stood up, too, and kissed her forehead. "I'll take the plug out and give you some privacy. I'm not into that and neither are you," he assured him. He could see her visibly relax. "When you're done, take your cuffs off, but leave the collar and get in the bath. Call me when it's time to wash you, pet."

"Yes, Master."

He shut the door firmly behind him. He took a seat on the chair in the living room and rubbed his face with one hand.
Master
. He glanced at the signed contract on the table. He didn't want it, not permanently, but it was like leading a starving man to a buffet and setting him loose. The possibilities were endless. But some of his ideas were just acts, sexual acts that would be pleasing in the moment, but without her understanding, her acceptance, her
enthusiasm
, they would seem hollow.

But God he wanted her. Every part of her.
Now.
He took a deep breath, sat back in the chair, and laid his arms over the arms of chair. One indulgence. He might allow himself
one
while he had the full blanket authority to command it. And it might make him a bastard, he decided, but in the end his desire for her won out. One indulgence. If she passed his test.

Minutes later she called to him and a fresh wave of interest and excitement shot through him as he slowly rose and went to pamper his brave little pet.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

After bathing her gently in the tub, he dried her off methodically and led her out to the living room. He set a pillow on the floor for her and bade her to sit on it. He was not a Dom given to forbidding his pets to use the furniture, as others were. But he needed to continue to reinforce that, for the time being, he was Master, and she a mere slave. He took a seat in the chair again and drummed his fingers on the arm for a few moments, watching her.

She kept her gaze lowered respectfully, hands open, even her lips were slightly parted. Like a good slave. He appreciated the effort even though he didn't care for it. She was distant from him like that. The connection he sought in her eyes wasn't there anymore and though he'd known all along that he liked it and needed it to be a good Dominant to such an inexperienced woman, he hadn't known just how much he would crave it when it was missing from their relationship.

He realized now that in the bathroom, he'd taken her from behind because he couldn't stand being denied looking into her eyes. He could have ordered that, he was the Master after all, but he was going to play this little scenario she'd set out for them both to its fullest.

"Tell me about the first time you had sex, pet."

He knew she was surprised because her mouth widened a little, but she didn't look up at him.

"How old were you?" he prompted.

"Pet was fifteen."

"Who was he?"

She hesitated. "The brother of a friend."

"Older than you?"

She nodded. "He was twenty, Master."

Tex frowned. That was one hell of an age difference. Tex might be considerably older than Abby now, but she was at least a woman, not a girl.

"Have all your boyfriends been older?"

A flash of something crossed her face. It was...pain? he wondered. She might have been embarrassed if that were the case and he'd guessed it. Or surprised that he would ask. But pained?

"No, Master," she answered. "The other two were my age."

So it was this boy, this
man,
who'd been the problem. "What was his name?"

"Finn Donovan."

"How long were you together?"

There it was again. That fleeting look. "A few days, Master," she said quietly.

He leaned back in the chair. Days.
Days
. That did not jive with the Abby that he knew. She might have jumped into bed with Tex on a sexy, alcohol induced whim, but her other two boyfriends had been long-term.

"Tell me the whole story," he commanded.

She looked a little lost at the request, but she opened her mouth to speak, anyway. "Finn was her friend's brother. And he picked up Natalie a lot from school. He- he started talking to pet. Made her feel special. Said he understood things."

"What things?"

"That pet wasn't allowed to date boys. That pet had to go to a Catholic High School for girls to keep boys away. One day Natalie wasn't there outside the school in the afternoon, but Finn was. He offered pet a ride home. She said ‘yes’."

Tex didn't like where this was going.
At all.
But he didn't want to take the risk of expressing it and possibly have her shut down on him.

Abby continued. "Finn didn't take pet home, though. He drove behind the school. He kissed pet. She'd never been kissed before." Abby hung her head in shame. "Pet liked it," she whispered. "But then Finn drove her home. Well, two blocks from home so Dad didn't see, and the next day, Finn was waiting for her again.

"They went behind the school and he kissed her. And kissed her and kissed her and touched her under her shirt and she liked that too. He said she was pretty. He said he knew how much she'd been wanting it and that was true. Pet couldn't talk to boys and so boys were all she thought about."

Tex understood that. The minute you made something forbidden it could backfire and grow like an obsession in the mind.

"Did you ever tell him no?"

She nodded. "The third day. He wanted pet-" she shifted uncomfortably on the pillow. "He wanted pet to give him a blow job. But pet didn't know about things like that. So, she said no. Finn said that was okay. He understood. So, he wanted to put a finger in. Just one. It wouldn't hurt, he said. And it didn't. Pet liked that, too."

She was crying. Not loudly or even very noticeably. If you weren't looking directly at her, you'd never know it from her voice. But tears ran down her face. Tex fought the urge to go to her. She needed to get this out. They couldn't go anywhere until he figured out what it was that had her so god damn tied up in knots about sex. He prayed to God she hadn't been raped. Not forcefully at least. It was pretty god damn clear, though, that a twenty year old man had no business messing around with a sixteen year old virgin and that was definitely rape of another kind. But Tex hoped the man hadn't hurt her badly.

"The fourth day, the last day, Finn wanted pet to suck him, but she couldn't. It seemed so...alien to her. She couldn't see how anyone did that. Mary Elizabeth Cartwright sucked dick. That's what everybody said. That and she was a slut, even though she didn't go all the way. Still a slut, they said. But Rita Granger only had sex with her boyfriend, and everyone said that was okay. Boyfriends were okay as long as you didn't have a lot of them.

"Pet asked Finn to be her boyfriend. So sex would be okay. And then she wouldn't have to put his dick her mouth. The finger felt good and Rita said it hadn't really hurt when her boyfriend had sex with her, so pet thought it would be okay. She had a boyfriend who thought she was pretty and so everything would be okay.

"Finn said he already was her boyfriend. And he put on a condom and tried to get pet ready, but she was nervous. He did it anyway. He said it would be okay. But it hurt and it wasn't like pet thought it would be. He didn't even kiss her. Then he drove her two blocks away from home. And pet didn't see him again for two weeks, but when she did, he acted like he didn't even know her. Just picked up Natalie and drove away. Pet never told Natalie. Pet didn't want anyone to know she was a slut just like her mother."

Tex sat up a little straighter. Whoa. "Who called your mother a slut?"

"Dad. Pet woke up one night when she was twelve and heard them fighting. Pet peeked through the crack in her door and heard Dad call Mom a slut, over and over. Then he slapped her twice. But Mom didn't cry or even apologize. She just went to their bedroom, packed a suitcase and left. She didn't even come to pet's room to say goodbye."

Holy Shit. Tex's heart thudded in his chest.

"Dad never paid much attention to pet before, but after Mom left he did."

Fear uncoiled in Tex’s belly. Oh, Jesus Christ, no. He braced himself for the worst. But he was intensely relieved when it didn't come.