Tex Read Online Books Novels by Dahlia West (Burnout #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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CHAPTER THIRTY

Abby stretched and felt the other side of the bed. She found it empty. Opening her eyes she found Mark, across the room, sitting in the chair. He was watching her intently. For a moment she was simply happy to see him and happy that he was apparently happily watching her. But then she remembered that today was the day.

She gave him a tentative smile. “Sir?” she asked, even though she was wearing her silk nightgown and not her leather collar.

Mark leaned forward in the chair and put his hands on his knees. He was wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. His bare feet were planted on the floor. “Bath time, pet,” he informed her. “Take as much time as you need and come back to the bedroom.”

Abby nodded and climbed out of bed. As she washed herself she tried not to think too hard about what kind of fantasies a guy like Mark would have. He said it wouldn’t be scary. Just challenging. And she’d survived challenging before. She dried off, and unsure of what to do with her hair, she left it down but brushed it out. She headed back to the bedroom and scanned the room for anything that looked out of the ordinary, but it was exactly as she had left it. Mark attached her collar and pulled out a pair of white stockings. He handed them to her. Silently, Abby sat on the edge of the bed and rolled them on.

He indicated she should stand up and she did. A shiver of anticipation shot through her. He walked her to the wall, where the eye bolt was anchored above her head. The spot where he’d cuffed her and dropped wax onto her nipples. But she wasn’t wearing cuffs now, only the collar. Mark put his hands on her shoulders and positioned her with her back to the wall, facing him. He traced one finger over her lips. “What’s your safeword?”

“Cantaloupe.”

“What is it?”

“Cantaloupe,” she repeated more firmly.

“If you can’t do this, it doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It just means you’re not ready. I already know you’re not fully trained, but I’m a selfish bastard and I want this now. In fact I’ve been trying like hell to hold off, but since you offered...” He gave her a sly grin.

She swallowed hard, getting a little nervous now, but nodded.

Mark attached the wrist cuffs and clipped them together behind her back. “Kneel,” he ordered. She very carefully got down on her knees as Mark watched silently. “Put the soles of your feet against the wall.”

Thrown off a little by this direction, Abby hesitated then moved backward and set the soles of her stockinged feet against the wall. Mark unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, tossing them on the bed. His semi-erect cock was just inches from her face.

“Suck me,” he ordered.

Abby nodded. She tongued the head as she’d been taught and swirled her tongue around it. She licked her way from the tip to the root and back up again and then ducked down a bit to take one of his balls into her mouth. When she was sucking on the other one, Mark threaded his fingers through the hair on top of her head and gently but firmly pushed her back until her head made contact with the wall behind her.

“Open,” he growled and Abby opened her mouth as much as she could. Mark shoved his fully hard cock in and pulled out immediately. She gasped in surprise. “Keep your mouth open for my use,” he demanded and drilled into her again.

She was completely restrained, with her hands cuffed behind her back and the wall behind her cutting off any avenue of escape. Mark’s hands were in her hair, not hurting her, but holding her head firmly at any rate. All Abby could do was withstand the assault. And it was no doubt a full-on assault on her mouth. After a few warm-up fucks, he moved closer and shoved his entire cock in, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and he retreated. He allowed her to catch her breath and then plunged in again.

Abby started to panic a little when her throat sealed around the cockhead, cutting off her air supply, but almost immediately he would pull back out again. He removed himself fully from her mouth after each thrust, giving her ample opportunity to safe word if she needed, but she struggled to continue. Her eyes began to water and he thrust into her harder, holding himself in for longer periods of time. In reality, the thrusts were mere seconds, but to Abby, not being able to breathe, felt like minutes. She fought and squealed, but didn’t use her safeword.

She couldn’t stop the tears, which were a direct result of the gagging. Mark ignored them and continued to brutally fuck her throat in short increments. Abby couldn’t suppress her gag reflex and fought for air every time. She sobbed as he pulled back, out of her throat, and used her mouth to jerk himself off to a climax. When he was ready to come, the hand in her hair tightened and he drove forward. He held her forcefully as he pumped his load directly down her throat. Abby gagged and choked and fisted her hands behind her back.



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