Tex (Burnout) (42 page)

Abby started to panic a little when her throat sealed around the cockhead, cutting off her air supply, but almost immediately he would pull back out again. He removed himself fully from her mouth after each thrust, giving her ample opportunity to safe word if she needed, but she struggled to continue. Her eyes began to water and he thrust into her harder, holding himself in for longer periods of time. In reality, the thrusts were mere seconds, but to Abby, not being able to breathe, felt like minutes. She fought and squealed, but didn’t use her safeword.

She couldn’t stop the tears, which were a direct result of the gagging. Mark ignored them and continued to brutally fuck her throat in short increments. Abby couldn’t suppress her gag reflex and fought for air every time. She sobbed as he pulled back, out of her throat, and used her mouth to jerk himself off to a climax. When he was ready to come, the hand in her hair tightened and he drove forward. He held her forcefully as he pumped his load directly down her throat. Abby gagged and choked and fisted her hands behind her back.

He withdrew his cock which was covered in her saliva. It ran from her mouth in long strings and through her tears she knew she looked like a mess. He unclipped her cuffs and cradled her in his arms. He stood up and carried her to the bed, sitting on the edge, with her in his lap.

“I’m okay,” she told him, breath hitching. “I’m okay.”

He hugged her tightly. “We haven’t worked on that yet, the deep throating. It’s something I’ll require eventually, but I jumped the gun with it today.”

Abby took a deep, shuddering breath. “So, was that it? Was that...what you wanted?”

“No, pet. That was just the first part. This session will take all day, though that was one of the hardest parts. And you made it through. I’m so happy with you, pet. You made me really proud, taking it like that.”

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm. And your reward is relaxing on the couch while I make pancakes.”

Abby sat, cuddled in the white fluffy bathrobe and devoured Mark’s pancakes as he waited on her. He refilled her juice and made fresh, hot cakes, putting a new one down in front of her as she finished up the last. “Are all the rewards as good as these pancakes?”

He smiled. “Yep. I made the dark chocolate cake, too.”

“Oh, you really want me to be your love slave.”

He kissed her on the side of the head. “All day long, pet.” He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear. “The next part will be easy for you.”

She smiled and took another bite of pancake.

After breakfast she rested on the couch watching an old movie while Mark did the dishes. She dozed and he woke her gently by kissing her. “Time for round two, pet,” he whispered.

He led her into the bedroom and attached her ankle cuffs. He restrained her to the bed and brought out her ball gag. “This is just for you,” he told her while fastening it. “Because I know you like it.”

Abby lay naked, spread eagled on the bed while Mark lapped generously at her pussy. When he deemed her wet enough, he took hold of her hips and slammed into her forcefully. Abby grabbed the chains and held on. Mark’s cock, as before, was punishing, but true to his word, she liked it this time.

He pulled out all the way each time, the ridged head of his shaft grazing her clit and then pounded back in. She came long before he did. He collapsed on top of her, cock stuffing her, and reached over to open the nightstand drawer. He drew out two silver balls attached together by a black cord.

Abby made a noise behind the gag.

He smiled down at her. “These are to keep my cum inside you, pet.” He pushed one in with his thumb, then the other. They weren’t huge, about as big around as the glass butt plug he’d given her. He unbuckled the gag.

“Um, how long do they-”

“Until I take them out for you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Abby got up and took a few steps. The balls bumped up against each other inside her as she walked. She froze and looked at Mark. He grinned at her. “That’s another part that you’ll really like,” he told her.

Abby tried hard most of the afternoon to ignore the riot her body was staging at her expense. After she fetched Mark his shirt, then his socks, and a bag of pretzels, she slammed the beer he’d ordered down on the coffee table.

“Is this part of your fantasy?” she demanded, glaring at him. “Me as your waitress slash valet?”

“Honestly? No. But, pet, I see how you are when those balls move around inside you and I was inspired to improvise.”

Abby walked over to the couch, tossed the bag of pretzels aside and straddled him. She pushed him back against the couch and gave him a death stare. “Make me come. Now.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sir. Make me come, now, Sir.”

He took hold of her hips and pulled her down onto his crotch. “Make yourself come, pet.”

He let go and spread his arms out across the back of the couch, refusing to touch her.

Abby, undaunted, placed her hands on his shoulders and began rocking her hips over him, rubbing her slit along the fly of his jeans. The harder she rocked, the more the balls clacked together inside her.

“What if I made you put these inside you before you go to work?” he whispered.

Abby didn’t pause. “Then I’d put them in, Sir. And I’d think of you every time I moved.” She leaned down and bit his lower lip gently.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “Send you to work, full of my cum, with those balls holding it in you. Fuck yourself on my lap, pet. Fuck yourself with your cunt full of my cum.”

Abby rode him hard, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She felt the slow, aching build up in her core and increased the tempo, now humping his burgeoning erection. For once she finished and he didn’t, and that gave her some small measure of satisfactory revenge.

“Aw, Sir didn’t come,” she teased.

He narrowed his gaze at her. “If I didn’t have plans for that ass later, I’d be spanking the hell out of it right now.”

Abby pressed her lips together and suppressed a smile. She had pretty much figured out Mark’s fantasy when she was chained to his bed. She leaned forward and kissed him. “My ass is yours to use, Sir.”

He smacked her ass and then lifted her up, setting her down on the couch next to him. “I’m going to go make dinner before I fuck you and ruin the grand finale.”

After dinner Mark skipped the dishes and asked Abby to follow him to the bathroom. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was coming. He folded the towel and laid it on the floor, bidding her to get on her hands and knees. The enema was warm and slightly more than she’d ever taken before. Mark was gentle and calming, but didn’t tease her or make anything overtly sexual about it. She wasn’t scared this time. They hadn’t had anal sex since that first time, but she’d been wearing her plugs for at least a few hours everyday and she knew she could handle him.

He sat her on the toilet and gave her some privacy before returning to bathe her. In the bedroom, he put her on the bed on all fours and buckled her gag behind her head. He handed her the cat toy and took out a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He warmed it up with his hands before applying copious amounts to her sensitive hole.

“This has a numbing agent in it,” he told her. “Not like the kind we used last time. The point of this is not to hurt you. It’ll numb me a little too when I get inside you. So this is going to last longer than you’re used to,” he warned. He pushed his fingers, coated in lube into her hole and worked it around. After a while, Abby did feel a little less sensation. She could still feel that she was being penetrated, but the slight sting of the stretch was gone.

Mark positioned himself behind her and took hold of her hips. Unlike her pussy, he eased his cock in much more slowly until he fully seated himself inside her. She felt the pressure of being filled up, but no pain.

“Ready, pet?” he asked.

Abby took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the headboard with her free hand. She nodded.

Mark fucked her slowly at first, then faster. There wasn’t much pain, just a stretching sensation. The balls in her pussy clacked mercilessly and because there was no numbing gel in her cunt, she felt it every time she moved. The vibrations went straight to her clit. He began slamming into her, reaming her hole, jiggling the balls, and setting her pussy on fire with need.

She’d understood Mark’s intention for quite a while, but feeling it now, knowing that she had her Owner’s cum in her belly, her pussy, and was about to get a hot load in her ass made her shiver with desire. He was claiming every part of her and the way he’d done it, was now doing it, so animalistic and brutal, it felt truly like being possessed.

She bore down on the invading shaft, trying to push him out of her, which she knew from experience would only facilitate his penetration to the deepest parts of her. She tried for a better grip on the headboard with one hand but couldn’t get it. She felt desperate. Mark wanted her, and she wanted to be his. She dropped the cat toy.

He froze, mid-thrust. “Abby?”

She grabbed the head board with both hands and shoved hard, impaling herself on his cock. Then she pulled herself forward and shoved backwards again, fucking him as hard as she could manage. It only took a moment for Mark to regain his focus. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back on him.

“Oh, fuck!” he breathed. “Give it back to me, baby. Give it right back!” She pulled and shoved and met his thrusts with all the power she could muster. “Fuck! My pet wants my cum in her. She wants to get filled up, full of her Owner’s seed.”

Their flesh came together with slaps and smacks and guttural noises from both of them as Abby tried to match his desire with her her own, tried to give as good as she was getting. She came with a scream behind her gag, the silver balls pummeling her pussy as Mark drilled her ass. Though she was nearly spent, she readjusted her grip on the headboard and tried to keep pace with Mark, wanting to make it good for him.

His grip tightened on her shoulders and he thrust in and out a few more times before he came with a shout. Abby could barely feel it because of the numbing gel, but there was no mistaking the expanding and contracting of his cock as he shot his load deep into her ass. She let go of the headboard and put her hands on the mattress, barely holding herself up.

Mark took the stainless steel butt plug he’d left on the nightstand, coated it in lube, and slowly extracted his dick. When the head came out with an audible pop, he slid the plug in. Abby was ready, relaxed and accepting, having known he was going to do it. When the plug was seated, she finally collapsed onto the bed. He unbuckled her gag and threw it onto the floor. They were both still panting.

He grabbed her and pulled her close, nuzzling her hair. “You dropped your ball,” he finally said.

“I wanted it to be good for you. I needed both hands to make it good.”

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed at her. “Are you really mine?” he asked, as though he couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, Sir. Always yours.”

He kissed her deeply, tongue taking possession for a bit. She closed her eyes and pressed her body into him. When he released her, she was slightly out of breath again.

“I can’t eat the cake,” she whispered. “I’m too tired.”

He sighed, contentedly. “Me, too.”

“Lock me in so we can go to sleep, Sir.”

He gazed at her a little longer, as though he was still unsure of it all. Then he nodded, bringing up the chain from the post and attaching it to her wrist cuffs, still giving her plenty of slack. He put the padlock on the back of her collar so it couldn’t be removed and she turned on her side, away from him, but moved back a little so she was pressed up against him. He draped his arm around her. She brought his hand up, between her breasts and kissed his palm. She pressed it to her breast and he squeezed firmly, holding her in a gentle but iron grip. Abby drifted to sleep, feeling secure and satisfied.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

On Poker Night, Abby headed directly to the kitchen when she and Mark arrived to see if Sarah needed any extra hands in the kitchen. The smells of her cooking were delicious as usual, but the normally bubbly older girl was looking a little down.

“What’s wrong?” Abby asked, washing her hands at the Sullivan’s kitchen sink.