Tex (Burnout) (18 page)

Mark didn’t respond for a moment. “You’ll have to follow all my rules. And obey. No matter what,” he told her.

“But not everything right away, you said.”

“Abby, it won’t be easy, even in the beginning, not for you.”

“Will it hurt?” she asked, chewing her bottom lip. “A lot?”

“I will hurt you, yes. A little. But I won’t harm you,” he replied. “I won’t break the skin or cause physical damage, either permanent or temporary. But the things I do to you won’t always be things you want or even like. They’ll be for my pleasure alone.”

“But I get pleasure, too, right? I mean you said lots of orgasms and...other stuff.” She blushed furiously at the memory of him devouring her pussy.

He pretended to think about it. “Sixty-forty, I’d say. Maybe seventy-thirty.” She glared at him and he laughed. “I mean in your favor, pet.” He leaned in closer and whispered into her ear. “You’ll like most of what I do you if you give yourself permission to.”

She couldn’t help but smile a little. “Do I still get a safeword?”

He nodded. “Absolutely. But I expect you to think about it before you use it.”

“Do I get punished for using it?”

“Never. But expect to have a long and involved discussion about why you used it and how we can avoid you using it again in the future.”

“I want to be your submissive,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “God damn it’s going to be hard to wait until tomorrow night.” He opened his eyes again and looked down at her. “8 o’clock, as usual. Bring an overnight bag, and come prepared to obey.”

“Yes, Sir,” Abby replied as a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

On Friday evening, Abby stood in her bedroom, completely unable to decide what to bring. She settled on wearing green silk blouse and black slacks she already had on and packing a pair of jeans and a red cotton t-shirt for Saturday. He hadn’t told her to bring anything to go out to dinner. She packed her toothbrush, a black, short satin nightgown with lace edging and a pair of sandals. Her thoughts were racing as she drove to his house.

She’d browsed the internet a few times to learn more about BDSM over the last few weeks, but it appeared pointless to investigate. It seemed to run the gamut from just blindfolds to elaborate rope bondage to needles and something called fire play that she didn’t click on but she knew whatever it was, she was totally saying ‘cantelope’ before the Bic got flicked. It was impossible to know what Mark would be into and she didn’t care to see even the occasional photo of whipped, crying women in chains.

He’d said he wasn’t into causing pain and that she could ask questions and that was good enough for her at the moment. She pulled up in front of his house and she’d just stepped onto his lawn when he came out to meet her. He gave her a quick kiss and took her bag from her, shouldering it as he led her into the house. They went straight to the bedroom and he set her bag down on the empty chair.

He kissed her again, this time on the forehead, and squeezed her arms gently. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He turned to the dresser and opened it, turning back, Abby saw he held a black leather strap with silver rings and buckles. Her eyes widened a little.

“This is your play collar,” he informed her. “You won’t ever wear it in public. Only in private. It’s lockable, but I won’t do that. He opened it and showed her the inside. It was smooth and supple. “It’ll be comfortable. If it isn’t, you’ll tell me.”

“Okay.”

“I’m a dominant man by nature, Abby. It isn’t the kind of thing you just turn on and off on a whim. I will tone it down to the best of my ability day-to-day, but when you’re wearing my collar, you are my pet. And you will obey. You don’t need to ask permission to speak, but you will address me as ‘Sir’. You forget sometimes and I let it go. That won’t be happening from now on.”

Abby swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

He slipped the collar around her neck and fastened it. He slipped a finger between the leather and her skin, checking the fit. “Does it feel comfortable?”

Abby had to take a moment to adjust. It wasn’t tight, but it was definitely not like anything she’d ever felt before. She could swallow comfortably, she noticed. She nodded to him.

“Good.” He moved to the bed and sat down on the edge. “Now undress for me.”

Abby took a deep breath and unbuttoned the cuffs on her blouse. He had told her the last time that she would undress for him and she’d tried to mentally prepare herself for that.

“When you’re wearing the collar, you’ll be naked at all times, unless I provide you with something to wear.” Abby’s fingers faltered on the buttons and she looked at him. He smiled at her. “Rule number two, pet.”

Just walk around naked? Abby couldn’t really picture herself doing it. She pushed the mental images away and slid the blouse off her shoulders. She laid it across the arm of the chair. She slid off her mules and pushed them underneath the chair with her toe. She unfastened her bra and laid it over her blouse. Being naked while the other person wasn’t was definitely...strange. She unzipped her black pants and let them fall. The last thing to go were her panties and she closed her eyes as she slid them down.

Mark came over to her and stood in front of her. “Arms behind your back, pet. It’s time for me to look at what’s mine.”

Abby felt her face flush as she clasped her hands together behind her back. It caused her chest to stick out, which was apparently the point, she thought. Mark put his hands on her shoulders and slid them down to her breasts. He cupped one in each hand and ran his thumbs over her nipples. “Much better,” he declared when the dusky peaks were tight and hard.

His hands moved over her stomach and swept down over her red curls. Abby made a soft, feminine noise in her throat as he rubbed her clit. She made an even louder noise, this time of protest, when he took his hand away. “Turn around, pet.” Abby turned, desire sitting languid in her lower belly, but she stiffened at his next words. “Bend over and spread your cheeks for me.” She hesitated. “Pet,” he warned. “If I have to do it myself, it’s a punishment.”

Abby didn’t think being punished on her very first day, first hour, as Mark’s submissive would be a good thing. She spread her legs, bent forward at the waist, and parted herself to his gaze.

“Hold yourself open to me,” he ordered as she felt his finger dip down her channel. She gritted her teeth to keep from moving away or saying no. He ran a finger over the puckered hole. “Next week we’ll start your anal training and I want you to stay properly groomed. Keep getting waxed,” he told her.

“Yes, Sir,” Abby whispered.

“Stand up now.”

She breathed a tiny sigh of relief and stood up. She turned to face him. He pulled out the wrist cuffs. “Offer your wrist to me,” he prompted and she held out her arm. He secured first one, then the other. “Now,” he told her as he fastened the second cuff. “In order for you to
stay
properly groomed, you first need to
be
properly groomed. Come, pet.”

Abby was a little flustered, but followed him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom down the hall. She watched as he took a large towel off the towel rack on the wall and laid it out on the floor. “Lie down, please,” he instructed. “Head near the wall.”

Abby knelt down on the towel and positioned herself across it. Mark got down on one knee beside her head. “Give me your wrist,” he ordered and she brought it up over her head. She heard a metallic snap. “Now the other.” Another snap and Abby realized she was latched to something.

“This,” he told her, “is an exercise in trust. I want you to relax and spread your legs.” She took a deep breath and opened her thighs. “Good girl. You need to hold completely still, pet. For the whole exercise. If you move, if you’re uncooperative in any way, you could get hurt. Do you understand?”

“Um, no, Sir. I mean, I get it. Don’t move. But why? What-”

“I’m going to shave your pussy.”

Abby had no idea what to say to that.

“I love your hair,” he told her. “It’s beautiful. But it’s not as beautiful as you. And it blocks my view of your clit. You’re to be open to me at all times. That means when I look at you, I want to see all of you. So when you’re wearing my collar, you will be naked and properly groomed so I can enjoy looking at what’s mine.”

Abby drew in a few quick breaths. No one had ever talked to her this way. Well, obviously no one had ever said, ‘I’m going to shave your pussy.’ But neither had anyone told her she was beautiful. Or how much they wanted to look at her. Naked. Mark wanted to look at her naked.
All the time.

“Pet,” Mark said, interrupting her thoughts. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“You think I’m pretty,” she whispered.

“No,” he corrected. “I think you’re beautiful. And you’re going to stay that way by keeping still so I don’t cut you, right?”

“Right. Yes. Yes, Sir,” she stammered.

“Good girl.” Mark stood up and she heard him running water at the sink but couldn’t see from her position. He returned and knelt on the towel between her legs. She felt a warm cloth wet her down and heard the familiar hiss of a shaving cream container. He slowly applied it to her mound.

She felt his hand on her lower belly and then felt the gentle scrape of the blade. He worked methodically, rinsing the razor and reapplying it, periodically wiping her with the washcloth. Abby had never experienced anything more intimate in her life. She felt his thumb press down on her clit and she lifted her hips off the floor.

“Pet,” he admonished. Abby panted. “Control yourself,” he ordered. “I’m covering your clit so it doesn’t get nicked.” Abby groaned in frustration. “Do not come, pet. Apparently right now four is your limit before you collapse from exhaustion. Until we work on that, you’re not to come unless I give you permission. And, pet, you do not have permission.
Do not come
.”

Abby pressed her lips together, squeezed her eyes shut, and willed herself not to move as Mark shaved around her clit, nudging it occasionally with his thumb. He rinsed it with the warm cloth and then tugged at her labia, stretching it and she felt the slow glide of the blade even though that part of her was already bare. More warm water trickled between her thighs and he pulled her other lip, tending to it. Thankful there wasn’t that much to do since she had a standing wax appointment every two weeks.

Mark rinsed her off and unlocked the cuffs. When she sat up, he kissed her lightly on the lips. “That was very, very good, pet. Now, I want your pussy completely hairless from now on. Make sure it all gets done properly before we play.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gathered the small bowl, the razor, and the can of shaving cream and stood up. “I want you to hurry up and take a bath,” he told her after he’d put all the accoutrements on the counter and was now unbuckling her cuffs. He took hold of her chin and forced her gaze to him. “You still do not have permission to come. Make the bath quick and then come into the bedroom.”

Abby nodded and started to run the bathwater after he left, shutting the door behind him. As she slid into the warm water she noticed an array of white bottles lined up on the small shelf. She picked one up and examined it. Orange Blossom shampoo. She opened it and caught the sweet, light scent. Her favorite. The second bottle was conditioner and the third was lotion. A large bar of handcrafted soap, also orange blossom, sat unused in a white tray.

She smiled to herself as she realized he’d seen her handsoap in the kitchen and some lotion, a cheaper version than the one he’d bought for her, in her bathroom at home. She bathed a dried quickly, lamenting that she couldn’t spend more time in the large tub. She found Mark in the bedroom and her immediate instinct was to kiss him, but she stopped short just in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?”

He grinned. “I can make an exception,” he teased. She had to stand on her tiptoes without her heels and he lifted her up a bit to press his mouth to hers. When he set her back down, he asked, “What was that for?”

“Orange Blossom. You noticed.”

“It’s impossible
not
to notice you, Abby.”

Abby smiled to herself as Mark opened the dresser drawer and took out a pair of leather cuffs. “Lie down,” he told her and she moved to the bed. He crossed the room to her and she was prepared to offer him her wrist again, but instead he took hold of her ankle. He buckled the cuff and withdrew a silver chain from underneath the corner of the mattress. He clipped it and rounded the foot of the bed.