Tex (Burnout) (9 page)

He used both hands to tug her panties down to her knees and then returned one hand onto her back, gently holding her down, and started his right hand at the top of her ass, middle finger nestled into the top of the crack. He slowly slid it down. She gasped and surged forward, trying to get away from his hand.

“D-don’t do that,” she begged.

Tex wondered why that was off limits, but it was too early to ask. “Stay just like that,” he ordered and started to unbuckle his belt. He pulled it free of the loops and took hold of the middle. He brought it in front of her face. “Bite this.”

She tensed and tried to look over her shoulder at him. “W-what? Why?”

“Thin walls, Abby.”

Abby didn’t move and so he brought his other hand down sharply on her ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but the smack echoed loudly enough in the room. As she opened her mouth to gasp, he pushed the belt in. Before she had time to spit it out or argue, he began delivering a series of slaps to her bared ass.

Erotic spankings were pretty mild on the kink factor and, in fact, a lot vanilla couples enjoyed them regularly. But the way his gorgeous little red head began panting and making soft, startled noises from behind the belt, he was fairly certain she herself had never been spanked before. After he’d warmed up her cheeks nicely, he delivered a slightly more stinging blow. He watched her fist her hands in the comforter. He rubbed her pussy from behind. She was starting to cream for him.

“Getting there, aren’t we baby?” he crooned, rubbing her back with his other hand. “Just a few more to get you ready.”

He slapped her three more times, alternating cheeks. When he was done, they were rosy red, but no prints appeared on them. He had been careful.

He unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock. He took out a condom from his back pocket, ripped it open, and tossed the package on the bed where she could see it. He rolled it on and slid his fingers over her cunt. Nice and wet. He slid in a finger, checking how tight she was. She clamped down on it. It was pretty snug. No tearing into her tonight or he might accidentally tear her for real.

He held her pussy lips apart and guided the head in. He could feel how hot she was through the latex. He pushed in a little at time, letting her first contract then expand for him. “Almost there baby. You’re so tight. It feels so good.”

When he’d seated himself fully in her snatch, he reached around and rubbed her clit. She pushed back against him and he took the cue to start fucking her. He slid out and then back in gently, enjoying the feel of her pussy grasping at him. Surely she couldn’t be close to orgasm already? But she was. She was squeezing and squirming. That spanking had really set her off. He also knew that every time her reddened bottom brushed against his pelvis as he sank into her, he was adding extra stimulation.

“Gonna come, baby? That’s alright. Come on my cock, honey. Squeeze me tight. Just like this.” He pinched her clit lightly and she squealed from behind the belt. Her inner walls tightened down on him like a vise. He let her ride it out then started fucking into her harder. “Just stay with me, honey. I’m nowhere near done yet. Just open that pussy back up for me again and let me have it.”

She started to relax and he bottomed out against her cervix. “There you go. Good girl. Give me that pussy, Abby.” With one hand he unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall open and he slid a hand inside her bra, cupping her right breast. “So nice and soft,” he told her, gently squeezing the supple mound of flesh. His fingers grazed her nipple and she moaned. “Except for this part,” he said. “This part right here is tight and hard for me.” He gave it a very slight pinch. She whimpered behind the belt.

He could feel his own climax start to build and he rubbed her clit harder with his left hand and squeezed her nipple with his right. “Come for me again, Abby. One more time. Come with me.”

He felt her walls massaging his shaft again and he smiled. She had one more in her. “Come on, baby,” he encouraged. “Give it to me. I’m giving it to you.” He felt her start to go over, bearing down on him, and he gave her nipple a hard pinch. She screamed through her orgasm, muffled by the leather strap in her mouth, and his cock erupted into the condom separating them.

When they were finished, he pulled the belt out of her mouth and turned her head, giving her a long, slow kiss. “Beautiful, baby,” he told her and took his belt and the used condom and its wrapper to the bathroom. He washed his hands in the sink and re-dressed himself.

God, she was a dream. First time out and she’d come twice for him, hadn’t fought it, or him at all. If his cock hadn’t been drained, he’d go back in and ravage her senseless for her good behavior. He turned off the light and headed back to her room.

She’d taken her dress and shoes off and put on a bathrobe. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a little bewildered. He smiled and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “That was really good, Abby,” he assured her.

She stopped biting her bottom lip. “I- I’m tired. I think I just want to sleep. Can- can you go?”

He paused for a moment. On the one hand he wanted to talk to her about what had just happened, on the other hand, he wanted to give her time and space to think about about it. In the end, he decided it was best to respect her wishes. “Okay, Vegas. I’ll let you rest.” He kissed her on the side of the head. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he told her and let himself out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Abby managed to avoid thoughts of Mark for the last few days. Well, mostly avoid. Except when he called. Which she didn’t answer. He’d left a message the first time. “Please, call me,” was all he’d said. But Abby didn’t know what she would say. Or what
he
would say. And so she didn’t. He’d called again two more times, not leaving a message either time. She thought she’d escaped embarrassment by Wednesday when the whole day passed without hearing from him. Then there’d been a knock on her front door after work.

“So,” he said, standing casually in her living room. “Nothing like having sex with a beautiful woman who won’t return your calls afterward.”

“I’ve been busy this week. With work,” she said hastily. “I- I didn’t think it really mattered.”

“It mattered to me,” he told her. “I guess I’m pretty disappointed it didn’t matter to you.”

Abby felt her face flush. He was making her sound like a slut. “I just meant that it was...you know...one of those things.”

“One of what things?” he pressed.

“I just had too much to drink and-”

“I stopped you from having too much to drink, Abby. Remember? Try again.”

She swallowed hard. “Okay. We’re just friends and it shouldn’t have happened. We’ll just go back to being friends and pretend-”

“Pretend it didn’t happen? Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me Abby.”

Suddenly anger erupted inside her. “Well, what
did
happen? I don’t even know!” she snapped. “You didn’t even look at me!”

In the wake of her sudden outburst, Mark remained calm. “Yes, I did. I may not have been looking at your face, but I saw your curvy little bottom wiggle. I felt your pussy cream for me after I spanked you. I heard your little moans.”

“Stop,” she demanded.

“You know exactly what happened, Abby. You were right there with me. What you really want to know is why you liked it so much.”

Abby shook her head, not accepting his words.

“Oh, you’re telling yourself you didn’t like it? Then why did you do it? Did I hold you down? Tie up up? Pull my gun on you? If you didn’t like it, why did you spread your legs when I told you to, Abby?”

“Stop,” she whispered again.

His voice got lower and darker as he continued. “Why take the belt in your mouth when I asked you to do it? You could’ve taken it out.”

Abby licked her lips nervously.

“You opened up your pussy for my use, just like I told you to.”

Abby’s clit jumped to attention and she gasped.

“You loved it, Abby,” Mark assured her. “You want to know why? Because you’re a sexual submissive.”

Abby felt her mouth drop open.

He smiled. “I’m guessing that means you have at least a basic idea of what that is.”

She frowned. “I’ve gotten tickets for guests at the hotel,” she told him barely above a whisper. “Fetish balls and stuff. It means whips and chains.”

“Well, that’s...a little
too
basic,” he replied.

“I don’t do that,” she added quickly.

“I didn’t say you did,” he clarified. “It’s not about what you’ve done up to now. It’s about what you want now that I’ve given you a tiny taste of it.”

Abby shook her head vehemently. “I don’t want any of it. No whips, no chains, none of that. I don’t want that.” His face was kind and gentle and completely at odds with the pictures in her head of screaming women and bloodied flesh.

“Abby, like I said, that’s a very basic stereotype. And you don’t know what you want if you’ve never done anything beyond straight vanilla sex. Though I tend to agree that if you were really interested in serious pain, you would’ve experimented with it long before now.

“I’m not interested in heavy pain, either,” Mark told her. “I don’t enjoy hurting women like that. I’ve released more than one sub because she was too much of a masochist for me. But, Abby, there’s so much more out there than just pain and suffering. It’s different for everyone, what they like, what they don’t, what they will and won’t do. It’s a constant negotiation and it changes all the time as people find out more about themselves.” He paused. “What do you know about yourself, Abby?”

She pursed her lips. “Nothing. I don’t know. I don’t do anything, not like that, so there’s nothing to know.”

He smiled. “I bet there’s a lot to know. Let me take a few shots. Do you ever initiate sex?”

Abby glared at him.

“Rarely, if ever, am I right?”

“I’m not a slut!” she snapped.

“Is that important to you? Not being a slut?”

“Of course!”

“How many sexual partners have you had?” he asked.

Abby’s eyes widened. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I bet you can count them on one hand,” he replied.

Her belly lurched. How the hell did he know all this? “Four,” she said cautiously. “Including you.”

He nodded. “And you like them on top?” he added.

Abby took a step back. This was getting strange. Mark took a step closer to her. “Stop,” she commanded, but he didn’t. He took another step closer. She retreated instinctively until her lower back pressed against the kitchen counter.

Mark stopped right in front of her. “You’re in total control in the bedroom,” he said. “Am I right?”

“W-what?”

“You have a lot of rules. Things you won’t do or let be done to you, right?”

Abby was now more angry than nervous. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Yes. Fine. I have rules. Tons of them. So there. I can’t possibly be submissive. I don’t let men walk all over me like I’m some kind of slutty toy they can use and throw away. I bet you think all women are submissive, or should be, especially to men. Well, I’m not.”

He surprised her by shaking his head. “Not all women are submissive. Some are very, very dominant. Some people are just born wired one way or the other, regardless of gender.”

That made her feel a little better. “Well, I’m not anything. I’m just-”

He closed the tiny gap between them and she put her hands to his chest to ward him off. He grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her arms to her sides.

“What are you doing?” she gasped. She struggled to get free but he wouldn’t let go. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was as unyielding as steel. He leaned down and took her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue forced its way in. She made a noise of protest and moved to bring her knee up to his nuts.

He countered swiftly, shoving his own leg between hers and pressing into her. He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth as if to punish her for trying to hurt him. Her senses were overloaded. He tasted like he had before, like spices, rich and dark. And his scent enveloped her, woods and musk. She stopped trying to pull away. After a few long moments he leaned back a little.