Tex (Burnout) (22 page)

Mark’s fingers found her pussy and stroked gently. “So beautiful, pet.”

Later, as he helped her dress, she gingerly fingered the plug before she pulled on her panties. Mark kissed her on the temple. “I expect a text tonight when you’ve taken it out,” he told her. She paused and looked at him. “Also one every morning after you’ve put it in and then a follow-up text when you remove it.”

She gaped at him, but he looked unruffled.

“I need to keep track of how long you’re keeping it in,” he informed her. “So I know where we are in your training.”

Abby felt slightly disconnected from everything as she gathered up her things and prepared to go home. As she left the house, she wondered about it all. She had a toy in her butt, and a Dom in her life, and she wasn’t sure how either of those things was going to work out long-term, but it was definitely like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Mark
was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. There was something simultaneously chilling and thrilling that he could get see into her so clearly and bring out things she’d never known were there.

On Monday, Abby entered the lobby and made a beeline straight past the receptionist with barely a nod such was her certainty that anyone who looked at her could tell that she was a horrible pervert with a glass plug in her butt. She clenched instinctively as she made her way down the hall to the office, fighting off they very palpable fear that the thong’s tiny strap would not be capable of holding the damnable thing in.

Earlier that morning, she’d texted Mark to say she’d completed her task. He’d responded by saying he was proud of her and he wouldn’t be opposed to her sending a photo. She’d refused and he’d pretended to be disappointed but it had made her smile.

She gingerly lowered herself into her office chair and willed her heart to stop hammering away. She shifted a little in the seat and was surprised to find that, like sitting in the car, it was not altogether unpleasant. It didn’t hurt at all and though it wasn’t exactly what she would call comfortable, she thought she could live with it. Though she dreaded the moment when she would have to actually leave her office. Which happened all too soon, to her liking.

She gathered her daily reports and practically goose-stepped down the hall to the office’s copy room. Normally she didn’t shut the door, but today she felt that it couldn’t hurt to put as much as she could between herself and other people. Having a secret was exhausting, worrying about whether it was obviously just by looking that something was out of the ordinary.

In the relative silence and safety of the copy room, Abby brushed one hand over her rump for about the hundredth time that morning, checking that the outline of the toy wasn’t visible underneath her slacks. But she was assured it was not. She closed her eyes and remembered Mark’s hand caressing her bottom just after she’d put it in for the first time. First her bottom, then...

Her own hand stopped at her hip and she fanned herself with a sheaf of papers. Masturbating in the copy room definitely was not an option. There wasn’t even a lock on the door. And though Abby had discovered that she was far more sexually adventurous than even she would have guessed about herself, she wasn’t quite that naughty.

But the copy room was hot with the door shut and the copier’s fan blowing hot air into the tiny room. And her ass was filled like it had been with Mark’s own fingers....

“Gah!”

She threw open the lid, grabbed her originals, and crammed the rest underneath her arms. She stopped by her office just long enough to toss the entire lot onto her desk and headed off toward the relative safety of the bathroom.

It was a small, private room with, above all, a deadbolt on the door. Her heels clacked on the tile floor as she turned and leaned back against the heavy wooden door. She didn’t know how she could survive days of this torture. She unfastened her blazer and shook the lapels, fanning herself. The chilled air of the bathroom made her nipples tighten underneath her sheer bra. It seemed like everything was working against her today.

Finally giving in, she unbuttoned her slacks and slid one hand down over her silk panties and closed her eyes as her fingertips found her aching bud, straining against the dampening fabric. She rubbed it rhythmically, simultaneously clenching her cheeks to feel the plug invading her. She slipped her hand into her panties and pushed a finger into her pussy.

“Sir,” she whispered to herself in the deserted bathroom.

She pictured herself chained to Mark’s bed anticipating whatever wicked thing he was about to do to her that she’d never before imagined. He knew everything about her. Everything she was afraid to admit as much to herself as anyone else.

Her pussy spasmed, preparing for the throes of an orgasm. When it hit, her muscles clenched, and she rode the wave of ecstasy while biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out. She only let out a small whimper as she reeled from the aftershocks. She took in a deep breath and her body went boneless as she leaned slack against the door.

It was because she had been so quiet that the sharp crack of the plug hitting the floor after it slipped out of her ass was so impossibly loud.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It was going on 4 pm and Tex was washing his hands with lava soap in the garage’s utility sink. He glanced at his watch and scowled. Abby hadn’t texted him. And while he was pleasantly surprised with her efforts as his submissive thus far, she wasn’t anywhere near adept enough to have kept the plug in all day. So she had failed to text him when she took it out.

After drying his hands he tapped out a text of his own and sent it to her. He grated as he waited for her reply.

‘It’s out,” she admitted.

He sighed. ‘How long did you make it?’ he answered back.

‘A little while,’ was her vague reply.

“Reinsert it,’ he commanded. When she failed to text back he paced the breakroom until he finally looked down at the screen of his phone. ‘Be at my house for dinner tonight. 7 pm. Be on time.’

She didn’t respond to that one, either, but he knew she’d seen it. He sighed again and grasped the doorknob to head back out into the garage bay. She was new to all this, he reminded himself and he wouldn’t punish her too harshly this time. After all, she couldn’t be perfect at everything.

At a little before 7, he heard her car pull up outside his house and he set down his chopping knife to answer the door for her. She looked sheepish and uneasy as she stepped inside and he took her jacket from her, hanging it up. To allay her fears somewhat, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. For a moment, she did melt into his arms the way she always did when he kissed her. One hand gripped her hip and the other ran a slow circle over the other, then back to caress her cheek, and slipped down.

She gasped and his jaw tightened.

“It’s not in,” she blurted out, even though that was obvious.

Tex stepped back and regarded her.

“I- it’s- I...” she struggled.

He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

She hesitated, which only made his irritation grow.

“Abby,” he prompted.

Reluctantly, she reached into her purse and pulled out the toy. She handed it over. Tex looked down at it and frowned. Obviously this was going to require more than just dinner to work out.

Tex watched Abby for a moment, gagged, hands bound behind her back, and kneeling beside him on the the kitchen floor. He nodded at the chipped glass butt plug sitting on the counter. "Are you trying to tell me you don't like my gifts, pet?" Abby shook her head, but Tex continued. "Because it seems like you don't. I bought it for you. Chose it specially. Never been inside anyone else but my little pet. And not only did you not keep it in, fail to text me when you took it out, but you destroyed it. Is this you telling me you don't want anal? Pet, are you ready to tell me why this happened?" He looked over his shoulder at her.

She lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly. He sighed. "And you're choosing punishment over telling me the truth?"

She nodded. Tex turned away. She might think she was getting away with not telling him what happened today, and he might go on letting her think that for a while. But, oh, she would tell him. Punishment was not a choice she made, just like keeping things from him was not a choice he would allow her to make.

He set the garlic cloves aside and picked up the ginger root and began peeling it.

"I think I told you in the beginning I would be harsh with you. I want to be sure you understand that. I will punish you, pet. Are you prepared for that?"

She nodded.
We'll see
, he thought. He carefully washed the ginger in the sink. He set it aside and washed his hands. As he dried them on a towel he turned to her. "Up," he ordered. He kept his face impassive as he watched Abby struggle to her feet with her hands behind her back. God, she was beautiful. Graceful in every way, even while bound. He was so fucking lucky.

"Come," he demanded as she finally made it to her feet. She walked toward him. He nodded to the island. "Bend over it. Put your cheek against the countertop."

Abby positioned herself in front of the island and leaned forward, resting against the surface. Tex was pleased at the sight of her curvy ass bared to him. With a feather light touch, he skimmed his fingertips over it. She jumped. He smiled. She was always so supremely aware of him.

He brought his hand down hard onto her right cheek. She made a slight squeak and jumped again. He slapped her other cheek, harder this time. She started to breathe heavily. He continued raining down blows, alternating cheeks and even reaching down and slapping the tops of her thighs. She was panting hard when he finished.

He turned to pluck a wooden cooking spoon from the holder. When he turned back, Abby was lifting herself up. He placed one hand on her back and pushed her back down. "That was just the warm up, pet. Now you're ready for your punishment."

She shivered involuntarily and he brought the wooden spoon down on her ass. It made a pleasing crack as it landed. She bucked and he gave her time to process the strike. "You will receive ten, pet. Do not clench your bottom. Every time you do, I will be forced to start over. Understand?" Abby nodded vigorously. "Good girl. That was one."

He brought the spoon down again and she jerked. He brought it up for a third blow and he saw her muscles clench in anticipation of the blow. He slapped her cheek with his bare hand and squeezed it. "Do not clench, pet." He gently began massaging her. "Relax. Do not clench." Abby took some deep breaths and slowly relaxed her cheek in his hand. "Good girl. Now we begin again." She tensed up again at his words. "Abby," he said, his voice full of warning. She forced herself to relax again.

He struck her across her left cheek. "One," he counted. He got to five allowing her time to recover between each blow, but she tightened up again. He gathered a fist full of her hair and pulled her up. In her ear he said, "You will be grateful for this instruction, pet, when we get further into the punishment. It is in your best interest to listen to me and obey.
Do. Not. Clench.
"

He thrust her back down and stuck another blow. He couldn't go back on his word. As her Dom she had to trust that he meant what he said in all things and she had a right to expect he would follow through with whatever promises he made. Allowing her to continue without starting over would not only show her he wasn't a man of his word, but would also allow her to think that if she kept defying him, she would eventually get her way and he would end the punishments earlier. He could allow neither of these things to happen.

Tex had not, however, made her any promises as to the severity of the spanking and so he could adjust within that framework. He did so by lessening the force of each blow. "One," he repeated. This time they made it all the way to ten. He set the spoon down and took a minute to watch her.

He was so fucking proud of her. She had only ever been spanked before by him and this was the first implement he'd ever used. She'd taken it well, breathing slowly when she needed to, calming herself when she had to. She'd corrected and mastered herself beautifully.

He rubbed his hand over her bottom, soothing it. "My good, good girl," he murmured and she shivered in response. He tapped her nicely pinked bottom lightly, causing her to jolt. "Stay, pet."

That was the punishment for failure to comply with his orders. The bigger problem, though, was Abby's inability or unwillingness to communicate. He couldn't add anything more or take anything away from their relationship unless he understood exactly what the problem was. So, to combat that, he'd temporarily taken away her ability to do just that. She could safeword if she needed to. Or in this case safegesture by dropping the cat toy in her hand, but he wasn't going to listen to her constant apologies for misbehavior and empty promises that it wouldn't happen again.