Tex (Burnout) (14 page)

“I did let you come.”

“Not without jumping through your hoops first!”

“The hoops are the point, Abby. If you could get yourself off as well as I do it, then you wouldn’t need me or anyone else around, would you?”

“I don’t come that way,” she whispered.

“You mean hard?”

“Or more than once. I- it’s never been like that. Sometimes I don’t even come at all.”

He squeezed her shoulder gently. “Well, now you know you can. I told you you’re a passionate woman, Abby.”

“But how did you know?”

He grinned. “I don’t lack vision.”

Abby wrinkled her nose. “I’m a project?”

“In a way. Don’t misunderstand me, Abby. I like you. When I look at you I see a woman who loves her career, loves working on cars, loves old movies and expensive gin. A woman like you enjoys so many things and sex should be one of them. Even if it was vanilla sex, and you turned out not to be submissive, I wanted you to know that it could be good.

“I want you back here again next Friday,” he told her. Before she could reply he said, “Take some time. Think it over.”

“I thought I was a troublesome little pet.”

“You are but you squeeze my cock so tight when you come it’s Heaven. And I’m nowhere near ready to give that up yet.”

****

Abby spent most of the week thinking about being chained to Mark’s bed. It hadn’t been anything like she’d thought it might be. Once the initial fear wore off, she was amazed to discover it had been...freeing. Was that right? She could barely wrap her head around the idea that bondage could be freeing, but it was. She was free to enjoy anything he did to her. No worrying about what to do with her hands. She also didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was making him happy because he told her when she was and he...punished her..... when she wasn’t.

She shivered a little at the memory of Mark’s little punishments. A bite here, a smack there. Instant feedback on what she was doing wrong. And it had been a little daunting, showing herself to him like that, but he’d said she was beautiful. Abby watched a tall blonde stride across the lobby and toward the bank of elevators.

The blonde was pretty, with full lips and a decent sized chest. She was wearing a short linen dress with white heels. Abby looked down at her own black suit, blue button down shirt, and long pants. The only thing remotely sexy about herself were her shoes. But beneath all that, she felt...equal...to this woman who just weeks before would have seemed like some kind of untouchable goddess.

Mark could have this blonde, absolutely. No question. But it had been Abby chained to his bed and opening herself for his...inspection. Which she’d apparently passed, she added to herself, because he’d said he wanted her to return on Friday. It was only Thursday, but Abby already knew where she’d be on Friday night at 8 o’clock.

CHAPTER TEN

Friday had arrived and instead of slaving away at her desk working overtime, Abby left early and made a beeline for her car. She spent the rest of the afternoon prepping herself, washing her hair, making sure she was shaved in all the areas that mattered. She hadn’t been sure what to wear and so opted for black slacks and a fitted t-shirt. She frowned down at the outfit now, outside Mark’s front door. For the first time she found herself wishing she had sexier clothes.

Mark opened the door just two seconds after she knocked. Her heart hammered in her chest, but he seemed calm and composed. He took her purse from her again and kissed her on the lips.

“You ready?” he asked in a low, gravel tone that made her insides quiver.

She took a deep breath. “Yes,” she replied.

Mark led her down the hallway toward the bedroom. “You’ll need to get undressed,” he told her. She balked at the bathroom door. He stopped to look at her.

“Um,” Abby said, glancing from the bathroom door to Mark and back again. “Can I get undressed in the bathroom?”
Alone?
was the unspoken question. Between her poor choice of outfit and extreme nervousness she couldn’t fathom dealing with undressing in front of him. Her mind was swirling with all the possible things he would do to her tonight and she needed time, also, to calm down.

Mark looked as though he would argue, but instead nodded and opened the bathroom door for her. “There’s a bathrobe hanging on the door,” he told her.

Abby undressed and laid her clothes on the chair. She put on Mark’s robe and cinched it around her. She was still a bundle of nerves and her hand shook slightly as she reached for the doorknob. She found Mark already waiting for her in his bedroom.

****

Mark had been close to sending a rescue party into the bathroom because she was taking so long. He had to remind himself she was new and nervous. When she finally appeared in his bedroom doorway wearing only his own robe, he calmed himself again with a reminder that she was new to his world. He took a step toward her and drew her further into the room.

He slid the robe from her shoulders and saw Abby shiver. “Next time you’ll undress in front of me.” She held her breath. He leaned in closer. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated.

He kissed her temple. “Good girl.” As he attached the wrist cuffs he said, “Tonight will be a little bit more challenging. You’re going to remember everything I told you, about relaxing and breathing slowly. You don’t need to think about anything or worry about anything. I just want you to feel.”

He guided her slowly backward until she was up against the wall. He took her wrists and clipped them together then raised them above her head and attached them to a short chain on an eyebolt in the wall. Her arms were slightly bent to keep them comfortable. He put one hand behind her head and pulled her forward, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She opened to him instantly, teasing him with soft little licks of her own. To reward her, he slid his other hand down between her legs and rubbed her slit.

He pulled away as he felt the first drops of wetness between her thighs. “We haven’t started yet, pet.” He went to the dresser beside her and opened it. He glanced at her. “Eyes front, pet,” he ordered. She turned her gaze to stare at the wall across from her. He pocketed a few essential items and returned to her.

He kissed her again, caressing her breasts and her stomach. She quivered deliciously at his touch. Then he plugged her nose. When she opened her mouth in surprise and for air, he pulled the gag out of his back pocket and slipped it inside her mouth. With a practiced hand he buckled it swiftly behind her head, faster than roping a calf.

Abby panicked, as he knew she would. She slammed back against the wall and tugged at the cuffs. He grabbed both sides of her head and forced her to look at him. Fear widened her eyes and he was damn sorry for it. “Abby,” he said, speaking calmly and with authority. “Abby remember everything I told you. Breathe. Breathe deeply. One, two, three,” he counted to encourage her.

The ball had holes in it to make breathing easier. He hadn’t wanted to terrify her with visions of suffocating, plus he didn’t want her to hyperventilate and pass out if she couldn’t get enough oxygen just through her nose.

“Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he assured her. “Just breathe, honey. Deep breath now.”

She started to calm down and control her air intake while her large, green eyes pleaded with him. He smoothed back her hair gently. “Everything’s fine. It’s alright. You can breathe. Is it comfortable?”

Abby shook her head vehemently. He narrowed his gaze at her. “Abby. I didn’t ask if you liked it. I know you don’t like it right now. I asked if it was comfortable. Is it pinching you anywhere? Hurting your jaw?”

Abby seemed to take a long time answering and he knew part of her was considering lying to get him to take it off. In the end she shook her head slowly.

“Good girl,” he told her. “Just be honest. I will never let anything terrible happen to you. Now,” he said, taking a small step back. “I know I told you about safewords and how you use them to stop the scene.” Abby glared at him and he smiled, knowing she was now well past her initial shock. “But you can’t safeword if you’re gagged.” He pulled out a small round plastic ball and held it up. He shook it and a tiny bell jingled inside.

“If you can’t handle what’s happening,” he told her. “If you feel dizzy, or your wrists or arms start to hurt, if you have any problems with the scene, then you drop this and we stop.” He reached up and opened her hand, placing the ball inside. She gripped it tightly. “Okay?” he asked and she nodded.

“I want you to stay calm, and focus on what you feel, pet. That’s all you have to do. You don’t have to jump through my hoops tonight. Just feel. Enjoy it. Everything will be well within your limits. I promise you that.”

He reached into his other front pocket and took out a blindfold. She balked a little when she saw it but didn’t drop the ball. “It’s okay. This is just to help you focus on what you’re feeling. You have the ball. That’s your safe gesture. That’s your control, Abby. If you need it, use it.” He slid the ends of the black silk strip behind her head and tied them securely. She started to breathe erratically.

He ran his hands over her shoulders, breasts, and belly. “Easy now. Breathe. Just relax.” He massaged her a little more until she calmed down. Then he went to the open drawer and took out an ostrich feather. He returned to her and swept the tip across her tummy. She jumped a little.

“Everything’s fine, pet. Just a little sensation play. That’s all.” He brushed the feather over her nipples and they blushed a dark red. He ran the feather down one thigh and up the other. She whimpered slightly. “My pet likes that,” he declared. He continue up her sensitive underarms and back down. He even wiggled it at the end of her nose and she growled at him from behind the gag. He grinned. Sassy pet.

He set the feather down and picked up a fur glove, slipping his right hand inside. He encircled her waist with his left arm and then ran the soft fur over one breast, then the other. Abby moaned.

“Not everything has to hurt or be scary, pet,” he told her as he ran the glove over her stomach. He moved it over her hip to her ass and took a nipple in his mouth at the same time. She arched into him. He sucked the other nipple into a hard point as well and returned to the dresser. Abby was panting, but not terribly.

He poured oil onto his palms to warm it and rubbed it all over her breasts, pinching and rolling the now stiff peaks. Abby made the most cock-hardening noises and tried to push her chest into his hands.

“Easy, pet,” he cautioned. “I can tell how much you love to be touched, but we’ve got one more lesson to learn.”

He let her squirm a little in the cuffs as he watched her. God, she was fun when she stopped letting that head of hers rule her. He took out a thick black candle and lit the wick, setting the lighter down on the top of the dresser. It was a low temperature candle, made specifically for waxplay. She’d responded well to nipple stimulation as well as clitoral and he was interested in testing her threshold for erotic pain.

He brushed his free hand over her hip to let her know he’d returned to her and watched her immediately calm to his touch. She didn’t like being left alone. He could only imagine the things her vivid imagination came up with when left to her own devices. “Not everything has to hurt, pet,” he reminded her.

He brought the candle up and poured the pooling wax on his own arm, testing the height. Closer to the skin meant the drops were hotter when they landed. Farther away gave them a chance to cool off a little more before impact. He adjusted to just a little bit more than warm, but not particularly hot, and lifted it over her breast. He tilted it slowly.

Abby jerked back as the wax splattered over her left nipple. “Not everything has to hurt pet, but sometimes it does hurt, and we like it.” He pressed his free hand to her stomach, holding her firmly against the wall and poured another few drops on the other nipple. He immediately checked her hand, but she hadn’t dropped the ball. In fact, she was gripping it so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

He slid the hand that was bracing her against the wall down and ran his fingers between her thighs. She was slicked and warm. He ran his fingers through her dampened curls. Soon she’d forgotten the wax and was humping his hand. He slipped a finger into her cunt and poured more wax over her breast.

She twisted a little, but came back to his hand, desperate for more stimulation there. He inserted another finger. She groaned loudly and wiggled her hips. He pressed his thumb to her swollen clit and rubbed it while dropping more wax. She didn’t move away this time.