Tex (Burnout) (36 page)

"Dad started making pet come to the garage with him after school. He wouldn't leave her alone in the apartment anymore. He said pet wasn't going to be like Mommy, not if he could help it. He never said the word ‘slut’ to pet, but she'd heard him say it that night and she knew what he meant. He said no boys, ever. And pet had to change schools, to a girl's school.

"Pet was bored in the garage, so she learned about cars. It was okay, fun sometimes even. Walter showed her everything. He was so nice. Dad never minded that pet spent time with him. But one day another man working in the garage touched pet's hair. Pet didn't even feel it, didn't even know he'd done it. But Dad saw it and hit him with a tire iron. The man never came back to work and the next day Dad made pet cut her hair short."

Tex rubbed a hand over his face. It could have been far worse, but it was still horrible enough. The man was so intensely angry at being cuckolded by his wife that he'd turned his daughter into a virtual boy so he'd never have to face her eventual sexuality. Tex could only imagine Abby having to go through puberty in that house, getting her period and needing to buy bras. It would have sent her father into a tailspin. No wonder she wore fuck-me lingerie under her boring clothes. She'd been denied having a sexual identity for her whole teenage years and even though as an adult she hadn't been able to act on most of her desires, she still wanted to break away from her conditioning in some small way.

Tex picked up the contract, tore it in half and tossed the pieces in the fireplace. Abby gasped. "No!" she shrieked and tried to move past him to get to it. There wasn't a fire going so she couldn't hurt herself, but he still wouldn't let her get it.

As she struggled, he reached behind her and unbuckled her collar smoothly with one hand. It was then she really lost it, sobbing hysterically. "No! Don't! Don't leave! Don't send pet away!"

He tossed the collar, too, into the fireplace and cupped her face in his large hands. "Abby stop."

"Please!" she begged. "
Please!
"

Her panic was distressing to see. His heart was breaking for her. "Shhh," he said and kissed her on the mouth. "Trust me, good girl. Trust me."

Abby stilled a little at his words and he bent her back until he was supporting her in his arms and laid her on the floor, her head on the pillow she'd been sitting on.

"Shhh," he soothed her and kissed her while running his hands all over her body. "You're not a slut, Abby. You're not bad. You're a woman who likes to make love and you're perfect. Sweet and clean and beautiful. My Abby."

He liked pet. Pet was fun and exciting and sensual and gave him what he needed. And maybe Abby liked being pet because as pet she could do things that Abby wouldn't normally do and tell herself it was all okay. But Abby needed to know she was accepted for who she really was.

Tex made love to her slowly, kissing her now exposed throat and shoulders and collarbone. He sucked her nipples, first one, then the other, and dipped his tongue into her belly button on his way down to her pussy. He slid his hands underneath her ass and lifted her up, feasting on the delicious crevice between her thighs.

He even parted her ass cheeks and slipped his tongue along her sensitive hole. He hadn't replaced the plug after the bath and was now allowing himself his indulgence. He took a long, slow lick from her asshole all the way up to her clit, over and over, until she was drenched and swollen with passion. He pushed the back of her thighs to tilt her hips and swirled his tongue around her rear entrance and pushed it inside. She gasped and contracted, but didn't protest.

He tonguefucked her ass slowly. She'd started out smelling and even vaguely tasting like the soap he'd used to clean her during her bath, but her pussy got more and more wet until all that luscious juice ran down the crack and onto his tongue. It was heaven. Pure heaven.

He knew the anus had thousands of hyper sensitive nerve endings. He also knew a lot of women were hesitant about receiving pleasure in the way he was giving it. He loved making women completely and totally vulnerable to him both physically and emotionally. Then, instead of punishing them for it, giving them intensely pleasurable experiences as a reward for opening themselves to him. Abby was no different. In fact with her Tex’s need to pleasure was increased ten fold. She was by far the least experienced woman he'd been with since his own high school days and he wanted to show her, teach her, that nothing that felt good to everyone involved was off limits.

"Say my name when you come, Abby. Say it for me, please," he asked.

Abby, in a move that made him simultaneously incredibly happy and the hardest he'd been all night, wrapped her arms around her own legs, holding them up so he could get to that delicious little rosebud. "Oh, baby," he said, approvingly. And pushed his thumb inside her pussy as he ate out her bottom.

She came explosively, screaming his name. He unleashed his massive erection and nudged the head into her pussy. She convulsed around him then opened up and he slid right in. He went balls deep and then back out again, slamming into her, hard. The wet sounds of their fucking were mindblowing because it meant she'd been creaming for him the whole time. She'd loved it and her reward was a head spinning orgasm while his reward was a sloppy-wet cunt that grasped and squeezed and contracted, doing everything it could to get him in deep and hold him there.

He shuddered through an orgasm, emptying his load into her. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, still inside her. They were quiet for a long time. He ran his fingertips up and down her back.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

"You're keeping me," she sighed into his chest.

"I am. For now."

She tensed.

"Abby, we need to talk."

She lifted her head. "What? What do I keep doing wrong? Just tell me what it is. Whatever it is, I'll- I'll try. I'll-"

"Abby, I don't want a slave," he assured her.

"What then? I don't understand. Why just for now? Why is it already half over? What-"

"I want a wife, Abby." She stilled on top of him. "I'm not asking you," he clarified. "I am not proposing. Believe me. If I ever do, it won't be on my living room floor. But, yeah, I'm tired of bringing home vanilla girls and being left unsatisfied. And I'm tired of the club scene with women who won't take a chance on me.

"I'm not saying we have the potential to go the long haul. I'm not saying we don't. I have no idea, Abby. It's like getting to know two separate people. Abby and pet. I need to know if I'm compatible with both. And you haven't been doing any of this long enough to know if it's what you really want long-term or if you're just experimenting because you've never really felt free to be sexual before. And even if you do like it, you might outgrow me or decide you don't want a life like this."

He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry as hell Sabrina ever said anything. She didn't mean to. She's just a good friend and she knows I've been keeping my eyes open for a committed relationship. And when you called me on it, I wasn't sure what to do because, honestly, if some woman I barely knew said she wanted to get married and have babies, I'd probably run for the hills thinking she was more than a little nuts.

"And Abby, what I did to you that final night was wrong. You're too young and too new to the life to handle punishments like that and I had no business degrading you like I did. Especially when you said it was a soft limit. Honestly I'm surprised you'd even forgive me for it. I fucked up. I didn't want to tell you the truth and chase you away, so I did the next dumbest thing and punished you so harshly that it still might have chased you away.

"I haven't known what to do these last few weeks. I wanted to see you and apologize, but I didn't know how upset you were and since you went out of your way to avoid me I thought maybe it was best to leave you be for a while. You're so damn young, honey. It's hard. I want to be the one who opens you up and finds out what's inside you, what makes you Abby. But at the same time, you haven't lived much and maybe you don't want to be tied to one person, even if it's just for a while, even if right now you think you do."

He took hold of her chin and met her gaze. "I'm not perfect, Abby. I don't have all the right answers. I don't even know if it's a good thing for you to be with me given your inexperience. All I know is, the more you show me of you, the more I want. It's like a spark inside me caught fire and I have to know more.

"Baby, I'm a hard man sometimes. I want things that are hard to give simply because it's hard to give them. And maybe once all the newness wears off you'll figure out that you just want a nice, safe vanilla boyfriend and every once in a while you crack open a bottle of wine and ask him to spank you. Fuck, Abby, I'm not even sure I know exactly what
I
want anymore. I used to know. I used to know myself precisely but you....do things to me."

"Like what?" she asked quietly.

"Like enemas. I've given them. I've enjoyed that my subs have enjoyed it. But I've never really cared that much about them one way or the other. But fucking hell. Seeing you on your knees, submitting to me, taking all that water inside you, it makes me rock fucking hard, Abby. That's never been one of my fetishes, but I think it is now. You're changing me. And it scares the shit out of me."

Lightening the mood, Abby suddenly giggled. "Poor choice of words," she told him.

He grinned and rolled his eyes. "God, Abby I see you and I just...I wonder what's fucking possible. What's off limits just because it seems like it ought to be and not because it really should be?" He sighed. "I'm not even making sense."

She shook her head. "It makes sense to me. You think I've ever let a man put his tongue where you did tonight? I wouldn't have even let a guy
talk
to me about that before I met you. It just always seemed so...taboo. Dirty and wrong. But you showed me I'm not dirty. And you made me all sparkling clean inside and out just so I could let go and give that part of myself to you. I've never come that hard before."

She put her hands down on the carpet and pushed herself up, careful to keep his penis still lodged in her. "Let's not stop, Mark. I don't want to stop. Not now. Not yet. I couldn't bear it if you showed me all these things and then took them away. There's no fucking way I could ever talk to someone else and ask for these things you do to me. I don't know even know what half of them
are
!"

He chuckled. "But Abby-"

"No!" she protested. "Let's just keep going. And if we hit a stumbling block, we get over it. Somehow. And we just keep going until we hit a wall and have to end it if we can't find a way over. I don't know if I want to get married, Mark. I agree we don't know each other well enough yet. But my first thought wasn't ‘
hell no’
and that's something, right?"

He looked at her a long time. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, grinning.

"Abby," he said, warning her.

"Yes, Mark. I'm sure." She thought for a moment. "Except, new rule, no peeing on the lawn."

He pulled her back down to him and hugged her. "Jesus God, I'm so sorry about that. I was so fucking mad that you wouldn't obey and I was mad that you wanted to know all my secrets but wouldn't tell me yours and I fucked up. I used to think that not punishing a sub in anger meant just not hitting them. But now I know all kinds of punishments can hurt when they're applied wrong. I'm so, so sorry, Abby. Why did you even do it?"

"Because I was afraid of the cane."

He let out a long breath. "Oh motherfuck me. I know how to use the cane in a hundred different ways. Not all of them even hurt. I was just trying to scare you into obeying. Abby please forgive me. I know I have no right to ask for it. I didn't break your hard limits, but I knew that would be a lot for you to handle and I made you do it anyway just to prove a point."

"If I hadn't forgiven you, I wouldn't be here," she told him. "And I was never really mad at you, only myself. It was obvious you didn't like what you were making me do. But I kept making you do it to me."

"Abby that's insane. I had all the power. You had none. None of that was your choice."

"I think it was."

"Abby, it was a no-limit, nonconsent weekend, I was respons-"

But Abby was having none of it. "If I had stood up on that lawn and told you that my mother was a slut and I was terrified of being one too, would you still have made me go?"

He didn't even have to think about it. "No. I would have stopped everything, taken off the collar, and we would have talked about it."

Abby put her hands on his chest. "Okay. So it may have been no-limits for
me
, but
you
have limits, Mark. If you'd seen that I was about to open up, you would have made that a priority because our relationship isn't about punishing me, it's about actually having a
relationship
. And, okay, it may be a relationship that includes spanking and ginger root and enemas but it
is a relationship
, not just a- a- service that you buy from me with soap and lingerie and expensive shoes.

"We both had communication issues that weekend. And you may be a lot of things, Mark, but you're not a sadist and you're not some kind of creep who gets off on degrading women by making them piss outside like an animal."