Tex (Burnout) (39 page)

Abby panted. “You’re going to fuck me now!” she told him. She ripped off his underwear and straddled him, facing away. She lifted the thick shaft and guided it upright, positioning herself over it. She slammed down onto it. Mark groaned happily and she gasped in delight. She reached back and grabbed one of his hands that were resting on her hips. “Do that again,” she ordered, guiding his hand to her ass.

Mark resumed toying with the plug as he raised his own hips, fucking her forcefully. “Like that?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried, shoving herself down to meet each of his upward thrusts. Every time she came down, her ass filled with the toy as her pussy stretched to accommodate his erection. The sensation of being full nearly brought her to orgasm way too early. Mark slapped her bottom with his other hand. “Oh, Fuck yes!” Abby gasped. “Whose cock is this?” she demanded.

“Yours, Mistress,” Mark answered playfully.

Abby reached down and rubbed his balls. He groaned appreciatively. “Whose balls are these?”

“Your, Mistress,” he repeated but it came out a little more hoarse as she teased them.

Abby growled and put her hands on his thighs for balance as she rode him hard. “I want to come. Make me come.”

“You need to come, Abby?”

“Yes! Please.”

“You want to come?” he asked again.

“No!” she answered suddenly. “I need to. I need to come. Give me what I need!”

Mark slapped her ass over the tattoo. “Who does this ass belong to?”

“You, Sir!” she replied immediately.

Mark reached up and grabbed a large fistful of her hair and pulled her back. With his other hand he slapped her mound hard. “Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours, Sir!” Abby shrieked as the vibrations from the slap made her whole lower body tingle.

“Then come for me like a good girl,” he ordered.

Abby clamped down on him hard. Her back arched and Mark cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through her powerful orgasm. When she was done, he grabbed her hips and drove into her mercilessly until his balls drew up and he pumped her pussy full of cum. Abby collapsed on top of him with his dick still inside her.

“Is it really mine?” she asked dreamily.

He kissed the side of her head. “Of course it is. It’s never been anyone else’s. But don’t get any ideas about thigh-high boots and bullwhips,” he said with a chuckle. “There’s only one Dom in this relationship.” Then he stopped to consider it. “Okay, maybe you can dress up for Halloween. Because even I can admit that would be damn sexy. And you can still top from the bottom when you’re drunk. It’s cute.”

Abby sighed. “I am no good at being a Domme.”

He laughed. “Well, you’re not a total loss.”

She perked up. “I’m not?”

“You definitely have erotic pain figured out. I think your little kitten claws might have drawn blood on my thighs.”

She smiled. “You liked it.”

“I fucking loved it. And clearly I should let you be on top more because you go from a kitten to an unleashed tiger.” He turned her head toward him and kissed her on the mouth. “I knew my fiery redhead was in there somewhere.”

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

Tex dutifully held Abby’s purse again while she took an armful of bra and panty sets into the fitting room. He smiled politely at Megan who grinned back but kept her distance. He appreciated that. He’d been in here before, with Slick. It was where he bought the garter belt set for Abby when she agreed to try the non-consent weekend.

During that visit, Megan had been extremely flirtatious, despite Tex having made repeated comments about needing something for his girlfriend, though he’d never mentioned Abby by name. But on this visit, the second Megan had caught sight of Abby coming through the door Mark had been holding open for her, Megan had become a consummate professional. She wasn’t above flirting a little to make a sale, apparently, but drew the line at alienating the man’s significant other right to her face. Tex was grateful that Megan was keeping a polite distance from him out of deference to Abby.

He spied a white corset on a metal wire torso on display to the side. “Megan,” he said, gaining the attention of the seamstress. She hurried right over. “Do you have anything like this in Abby’s size?” he asked.

Megan smiled. “Yes. Absolutely. I’ll get them!” she said and weaved her way through racks and displays, disappearing behind the large screen. She returned several minutes later, arms full. She laid out the corsets on the sales counter. Tex looked each one over thoroughly. There was a nice blue one with black trim that he liked. The white one had too much lace on it for his taste. There was a red crushed velvet with see through black lace laid over the bodice that he liked as well, but his eyes were drawn to the black one. Megan followed his gaze. She picked it up.

“This one is classic,” she told him. “The pinstriping makes it work with a skirt or trouser suit. It has a full bust that sits a little higher to look more professional, but I cut a bit of a sweetheart dip for it so it still looks feminine. It has steel hooks on the front for decoration, but it’s fully laced in the back.” She turned it over to show him. “So it can be worn over a silk blouse.”

Mark nodded and picked up the red one next. “This one also laces in the back,” she told him. “But the hooks in front are functional, too. So she can put it on herself.”

At this point Abby emerged from the fitting room. Mark looked up at her. “Try this on for me, please.” He added the ‘please’ because his mother raised a gentleman, but there was no mistaking the tone in his voice. He’d let her have her day, without complaint or interference by him, but he’d seen what he wanted and he was going to get it.

Abby nodded and set down the garments she had in her arms. She took the corset from him. “Yes, Mark,” she replied.

He smiled. He knew the ‘Mark’ was for Megan and the true meaning behind it was “Yes, Sir.”

Megan accompanied her to the fitting room to help her get it on and Abby stepped out in a pair of black panties and the red corset. His cock started to harden. The bustline was low, revealing the creamy swells of her perfect breasts. The laces were cinched to accentuate her hourglass figure. It sat slightly low on the hips.

He loved having her naked most of the time, but there wasn’t anything wrong with having her on display in other ways. Especially looking so lush and feminine like she did right now. Part of him wished her hair was down, but other, more rational parts of him knew it wasn’t a good idea to put that much temptation in front of him.

He nodded to himself and picked up the pinstriped corset. He set it down on top of the pile Abby had placed on the counter. “We’ll take these,” he said, indicating the pile. Then he pointed at the corset Abby was wearing. “And that one.” He took out his wallet and set his debit card down on the counter.

Abby hesitated before heading back to the fitting room. “Mark.”

He gave her a stern look. “You pay for lunch.”

To her credit, she didn’t argue with him in front of the shopkeeper. “Okay,” she replied and returned to the fitting room to change.

Megan bagged up their purchases and Tex thanked her for her help. He gave Abby’s purse back to her and carried the shopping bags out the door to the Hummer. When he closed the rear door and started up the passenger side to help Abby in, she stood in his way. He was prepared for an argument, but that wasn’t what he got. She stepped up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then she grinned at him in that sassy way she had.

“Thanks. I heard about you,” she purred.

“Oh, yeah?” Tex asked, curious where this was going. “What’d you hear?’

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “That you were a really good Daddy. Take your girls shopping. Watch out for them on their
dates
.”

The corner of Tex’s mouth twitched up. Generally speaking, he didn’t do much roleplaying, not on the level of, say, Shooter and Slick, who Tex accidentally walked in on one time at the garage playing out one of their favorites: Boss and the Naughty Secretary. As far as Tex knew, Shooter hadn’t had any real interest in role play before he met his wife. He smiled as he thought about the things men would do for their women.

“Well, you heard right,” he told her. “Of course I take care of my girls. You see my ride,” he said, gesturing to the Hummer. “Would I have it if I wasn’t the best pimp in town?” He rubbed her hip, just above her ass. “Now, you’ve got your Daddy’s mark on you. And we bought everything you’re gonna need to look pretty for your
dates
. It’s time for me to test the merchandise.” He opened the back door and helped her inside, sliding in after her. He closed the door with a soft click and started unbuckling his belt. She moved closer to him and watched him pull out his semi-hard cock. All the rear windows had privacy glass, so no one could see in.

“Suck my cock, sugar.” He took hold of the back of her neck and pulled her down to his crotch. “Show me what a good job you can do.”

Abby slid her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cockhead, licking it like her favorite lollipop. Then she parted her lips and took him in. She suckled the head gently until he was fully erect. Not having access to his balls with her mouth, she slid her hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his crotch.

She couldn’t take in the full length of him because they hadn’t worked on that yet, so she compensated by enthusiastically moving her mouth up and down over his shaft. She paused to lick the drops of pre-cum that had emerged from the slit. Satisfied that the head was once again clean, she went back to fucking his cock with her mouth.

Tex leaned back and closed his eyes. She gave great head now that he’d taught her how. He smiled remembering how her initial reluctance had turned to enthusiasm over the long weekend of training. It was great, but it wasn’t fantastic. He nearly groaned trying to restrain himself. He needed her. Soon.

He rubbed the back of her neck, allowing her to set the pace, not trusting himself to put forth too much effort. He felt his balls tighten and his hand tightened on her neck in response. He felt her draw in a deep breath and began rhythmically swallowing his cum. When the last drops squeezed out, she licked her lips and his cock thoroughly and looked up at him, sensually opening her mouth so he could see.

He brushed his fingers lightly along her cheek. “Daddy’s got a brand new girl,” he told her, approvingly. He fastened his jeans and his belt then pulled her close and kissed her. She reached for the door handle, but he stopped her.

“Oh no, pet. One good fantasy deserves another, don’t you think?”

She looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He pulled her hand away from the door. “I mean, I’m done. But you’re not.” He twisted his body so he was leaning up against the door and pulled her onto his lap, her back pressed against him. He took his right hand and pushed the inside of her right thigh, causing her foot to move to the floor. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

He chuckled. “Relax. No one can hear you. You don’t need to whisper.” He pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her panties. “Of course, if you scream like you sometimes do, we might have some ‘splaining to do. You’re not wearing a collar. So this will have suffice.” He slid his left hand around her throat, holding it gently. He could feel her pulse hammering away. “Now,” he announced. “I want your hand inside your panties.”

“Mark,” she protested. He flexed his hand ever so gently across her throat. “Sir,” she corrected, and he could tell by her breathing that she was getting excited, despite her misgivings.

“Hand inside your panties,” he repeated. “Now, pet.”

Abby slipped her left hand into her black lace panties and made a small, feminine noise that he heard as well as felt with his hand encircling her throat. As she fingered herself, he put his lips to her ear. “Look,” he whispered. “Look outside. All those people,” he said, his own gaze following the sidewalk shoppers, talking on cell phones or with each other, carrying their own bags.

It took a firm hand, absolute confidence, and a deep understanding of your submissive’s desires, capabilities, and limits in order to command them to do something they otherwise wouldn’t normally do. Tex knew that Abby
wanted
to be sexual, but often downplayed that part of herself because of her childhood. For her, submission was a release, a way to admit and allow herself to enjoy desires so secret that she even hid them from
herself
.