Tex (Burnout) (37 page)

Mark's mouth twitched. "Don't judge other people's kinks, Abby." She gave him a sharp look and he smiled. "Okay, yeah, there's some stuff that even I,
secretly
, think is a little fucked up. But the key word here is
secretly
. Don't say it out loud when you're with other people. Judge silently, little grasshopper."

She nodded. "I remember. Rules and respect."

Before he even thought about it he said, "There's my good girl."

She looked at him, eyes hopeful. "So, does that mean you'll try? With me?"

He smiled. "Yes, pet. We'll try."

Abby got off him suddenly and went for the collar in the pile of ashes of the fireplace.

"Leave it," he told her.

"But-"

"I said leave it," he commanded, zipping up his fly. He got up off the floor and held out his hand to her. "Come on." She took it and together they went down the hall to the bedroom. Mark led her to the center of the room. "Turn around and face the wall," he told her. She did and heard him pull open one of the dresser drawers. Then she felt a slight pressure as he slid another collar around her neck. He buckled it and guided her to the full length mirror off to the right, hanging on the back of the door.

Abby gasped in delight. It was beautiful. It was leather and similar to her black play collar in width, 2 inches, but the similarities ended there. It was fur-lined in a rich, dark green and the leather itself was a lighter jade. Instead of one ring in the middle, it had two hanging a few inches apart from each other. In between them was a silver plate and a filigreed 'pet' inscribed on it.

"I had it lined," he told her, "because you wear collars longer than any other woman I've ever had sessions with and I want you to be as comfortable as possible."

"Mark, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed. Then blushed. "Sorry. Sir."

He laughed. "I'm glad you like it." He kissed her forehead and returned to the drawer. "I had a full set made, wrists, ankles, and thighs. All the same." He brought the wrist cuffs over and attached them. They were the same two-tone lush green and had o-rings.

"So she
was
measuring me for cuffs," Abby declared.

"She makes them. And other items. She's very skilled. I told her I needed a set made and she asked if we could have lunch. So I invited her over. I think she assumed I just wanted a nicer play set. But I wanted you to have something no one else had worn for me. And I wanted it to be completely yours. Hence the 'pet' engraved on the front. I've never called anyone else that."

She turned to look at him. "Really?"

He shook his head. "No. It never occurred to me until I first saw you and I thought, "She's so fucking cute I just want to pet her and take her home."

She laughed and shoved him a little. "I knew you were up to no good! With your little grin and your wandering eye."

"Honey, when a woman as fine as you bends over under the hood of a car, I'm going to notice."

She sighed. "And here I was hoping you were admiring my fine skills as a mechanic."

"Well, to be honest I wasn't really watching that. I figured if you fucked it up, I'd just fix it and we'd get to hang out longer. Or if you fucked it up royally, we could have it towed and then I'd give you a ride into town on my Harley."

She shoved him again. "Sexist pig," she said, grinning.

He shrugged. "My mama fixed tractors. But like I said, you don't look like my mama and how lucky did I get to find a fine-ass woman who can also fix an engine? In my experience pretty girls are used to getting by on their looks and not much else. You were a very welcome surprise."

She reached up and fingered the plate on the collar. "Thank you for this. I really do feel special. Thank you for the gift. All my gifts. I love them."

He eyed her skeptically. "Then why aren't you wearing the shoes I bought you?"

"Because they're $800 a pair and I would kill myself if they got scuffed on your bathroom floor! If you want to see me wear them, then take me to dinner."

"Did you just wrangle me into a date?"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Maybe I did."

He raised one eyebrow. "Pet. You're wearing my collar. You failed to address me properly and you're covering yourself in my presence."

She looked down and immediately dropped her hands.

Tex grinned at her. "I'll give you a three second head start before I take you over my knee and spank that ass."

Abby's eyes grew wide. She squealed and sprinted out the bedroom door and down the hall.

"One," Tex called out. "Two...Three!" He ran after her. She made it to the living room, but he grabbed her easily, cutting her off before she could round the couch and put it between them.

"Oh!" she shrieked as he tossed her on the couch and clipped her wrists together behind her back.

"Too easy," he declared. "I've had more trouble with calves."

He watched her struggle a bit, getting turned on in the process. He finally sat down next to her, pulled her over him and settled her ass on his lap.

"Yep," he declared. "I think I like my brand on your ass." He gave it a light slap and she yelped in surprise. "Now pet, it should be ten for not addressing me properly and ten for covering yourself in my presence. Count out loud for me. And do not clench."

She shivered and he figured she'd gotten the message. He massaged her ass, ran a finger down her slit and then just when she was starting to get interested, he slapped her hard. She gasped. "One," she said.

"Louder."

Slap. "Two!" she cried this time as the blow landed on the other cheek.

He brought his hand down on the back of her left thigh. She squealed. "Three!"

He rubbed each spot and then brought his hand down between her thighs. She was warming up nicely. Another slap to the other thigh. "Four!"

"Why don't we play a game, pet?"

She wiggled against him. "Sir?"

"I said it
should
be ten for each offense. But I think I'll make it easy on you. If you can come before I get to twenty, then we can stop."

Abby struggled a little. "But...but my hands are tied!"

Tex grinned. "Indeed they are, pet. Indeed they are."

"How am I going to come? Are you going to finger me?"

He scoffed. "No. Of course not, pet. I've only got two hands and one is holding you on my lap and the other is delivering your punishment. Silly, pet."

"But-"

"Alright," he said, exasperated. "I'll give you a head start.
Again.
"

Abby hesitated. She hesitated for so long Tex wasn't sure wasn't going to do anything but lie there and take the spanking. But then she began to move. She laid her cheek on the padded armrest of the couch and slowly started moving her hips. He was mesmerized by the sight of her.

He rubbed his hand on her ass. "There you go, pet. Got it all figured out. Such a smart girl."

Abby made a soft noise in her throat and ground her clit into his thigh. Watching her hump his leg was one of the most entertaining things Tex had ever had the pleasure to witness. Seeing Abby so turned on that she dropped her inhibitions was always the highlight of their times together. When she was good and into it, he came down with a resounding smack on that gorgeous ass. She jolted.

"Pet?"

"Five," she panted.

"Better hurry."

She grunted and groaned and swiveled her hips, trying desperately to get more friction on her clit. God, she was so cute. He brought his hand down twice in rapid succession. Abby could barely concentrate between the stings of the spanking and the loving her clit needed to come.

"Six," she cried out. "Seven."

"You're almost halfway there, pet," he told her and slapped her thigh.

"Oh! Eight!" Abby growled and started humping furiously.

He struck two more times and she howled in frustration.

"N-nine. Oh, god. Ten," she gasped.

"Hmm, we're done." He unclipped her cuffs. "Turn over, pet."

"W-what? We're not-" she was having trouble catching her breath. “You said twenty.”

"Stop telling me what I already know and turn over," he commanded.

Abby rolled over in his lap. There was a small sheen of sweat on her brow and he wiped her hair away from her eyes.

"I've had a flash of brilliance, pet," he told her. She eyed him warily. "I can spank you and help you get off. All at the same time. Would you like that? For me to help you?"

Her eyebrows furrowed at him. She was trying to see the angle. "I don't- um- yes, okay, Sir," she said cautiously.

He frowned at her. "Ask for my help, pet."

"Sir, will you please help me come? So my punishment can end early."

"Certainly, pet. Here." He unlocked the cuffs and quickly shoved her left leg off him so her foot hit the floor, spreading her legs. He slapped her soundly on her mound.

Abby shrieked and bucked her hips. "Oh! You can't- you can't-"

"I believe I said spanking. I didn't specify ass or cunt."

She gaped at him. "Oh, wait, I-"

He slapped her again. He wasn't hitting her nearly as hard as he would have done to her ass, but hard enough to get her attention. He saw her breath catch, and her pupils dilate. "Rub your tits, pet. Tug on those nipples. That'll help you come."

Abby didn't comply quickly enough and he slapped her again. She jerked frantically in his lap. "You're up to thirteen, pet. If you don't get working on those titties of yours, you're never gonna come in time."

Abby could see she'd lost the fight and laid her head back on the armrest. She cupped her bare breasts in her hands and began slowly massaging them, between her fingers she squeezed her nipples which were dark and flushed.

He slapped her clit lightly again. A little softer this time. "Just relax, pet, and take your pussy spanking like a good girl. I'll keep track for you. That's fourteen."

A little bewildered, she began tugging on her nipples and moving on his lap. He gave her another tiny tap. Her cheeks flushed as she watched him in wonderment. He slid two fingers of his right hand into her cunt and started patting her mound rhythmically with his left. Once she got over the shock, she closed her eyes and started trying to thrust her pussy toward his fingers.

Every time she did she was punished (rewarded?) with a smack on the pussy. At first she was apprehensive about it, but if she wanted to get the fingers, she had to take the slap. It wasn't long before she didn't care. Her mouth was open and she was panting hard and Tex felt the muscles of her pussy start to contract on his fingers. He gave her one final hard smack to the clit and she erupted in a shuddering climax.

She opened her eyes, dazed. He smiled at her. "See what a good girl you can be when you try?"

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He removed her collar and cuffs and put them away. She curled up next to him in bed, snuggling, and he put his arm around her, holding her tightly. "Go to sleep, Abby," he ordered quietly.

"Thank you for keeping me," she murmured.

"Thanks for being such a good girl," he replied, but he didn't think she heard him as she seemed already asleep.

In the morning she wasn't quite as tired. "You slapped my pussy," she accused as they were brushing their teeth.

He glanced at her in the mirror. "I was there."

"You slapped my pussy!"

"Abby, if I'd asked you for permission to slap your pussy what would you have said?"

"No!"

"Uh huh," he said, rinsing his mouth out. "And what did we discover about slapping your pussy, dear?" he asked in an intentionally patronizing tone. Her face reddened and she was very busy arranging her toothbrush in the holder. "That you like it," he told her.

She opened her mouth in what he knew would be a protest and he raised a finger. "This part of our relationship is exactly the same as the other part of our relationship in that we do not lie to one another."

She scowled. "You slapped my pussy," she muttered.

"Keep irritating me and I will
whip
your pussy."

She gasped. "You wouldn't!"

He grinned at her. "Well, not without your gag in because, honey, you already come like a fucking banshee and if I whipped your pussy the neighbors would hear your orgasm all the way to the end of the block. Caleb would show up we'd have to explain what I was doing to get that sound out of you. And Caleb is a cool guy for a cop, but I'm pretty sure he only has one definition of pussy whipped, babe, and that ain't it."

She glared at him out of the corner of her eye. "I wouldn't come from that."

"Oh, yes you would. You're not heavy into pain, but you like a little. And if I warmed you up nicely, I could do a fair bit to every part of you and you'd beg me for more." Abby scoffed. Tex kissed her on the top of the head. "Are you gonna stay here while I go to work today or head home? How did you get in here by the way?"