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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Mark and Sabrina ate their lunches and discussed people and things Abby neither knew, nor cared too much about. She got that they knew each other from a club in Sioux Falls and that Sabrina had several subs. At the mention of a favored female of Sabrina's, Abby looked up for a moment, curious. Female? So she had a relationship like Abby and Mark had... but with other women?

Sabrina caught her looking and Abby flushed scarlet and looked away.

"Mark?" said Sabrina abruptly. Abby's stomach twisted. Sabrina was going to bust her for eye contact again. "May I have a glass of water?"

"Absolutely. Pet, ice water for our guest."

Abby careened out of the dining room and made a beeline for the kitchen, desperate to get away from Madam X and her canes. She returned with the glass of ice water, not spit in, even though from the separate dining room no one had been able to see her. She set it down as politely, respectfully, as possible in front of the Domme, trying to buy some goodwill over the eye contact blunder. She returned to Mark and knelt down beside him, keeping her eyes to the floor.

When they finished, Abby cleared the plates, respectfully, and set them in the sink, respectfully, and joined them in the living room. She knelt down on her pillow, respectfully. She'd pretty much do anything to avoid a caning.

"Shall we start?" Sabrina asked Mark.

Mark nodded and Abby froze. Sabrina had told. And she was going to be punished. She pleaded with Mark, trying to make him understand that she hadn't meant to offend that time, she'd just been so surprised. He barely spared Abby a glance as he got up. "I'll get your things," he told Sabrina.

"Thank you," the genteel woman replied.

When Mark was gone, Abby gritted her teeth against the gag telling herself that appealing to the mercy of the woman beside her would do more harm than good.

The woman's quiet voice shattered the silence. "Maybe if you play nicely, you'll avoid the bite of my cane, little pet."

Abby flinched and almost looked up. Almost. Mark reentered the room carrying a large purse that obviously belonged to Sabrina. He handed it to her. Sabrina stood up and rummaged through it. Abby began to breathe heavily. She couldn't a fit a cane in that bag, could she? What else had she brought? Some medieval torture device, Abby knew. She was going to suffer for that breach of the rules. She nearly collapsed in relief when the woman brought a small notebook and a pencil.

She handed them to Mark. "Would you be a dear?"

"Absolutely," he said taking them from her. Sabrina rummaged through the bag again and came up with something small that fit in her hand.

"Stand up, little pet," Sabrina said. "Let's have a look at you."

Abby got to her feet and took a few steps toward Sabrina. Mark settled himself onto the couch.

"Offer her your wrist, pet," Mark ordered. Abby glanced at him, but he was opening the small notebook.

Abby held her arm out and envisioned a nun with a ruler slapping it. Instead, Sabrina took the cloth tape measure in her hand and encircled Abby's wrist with it. Not knowing what was happening or what to do, Abby stood perfectly still, keeping her gaze locked on the measure. Sabrina gave the measurement to Mark, who wrote it down. She gestured for the other wrist, which Abby gave freely, and measured it as well.

"Put your foot on the chair," Sabrina told Abby. Abby looked at the chair confused. Sabrina put her hands on her hips. "I know you don't expect me to bend over for you, little pet. Doms never place themselves lower than the subs."

Getting it, Abby quickly moved to the chair and put one foot on the cushion. Sabrina measured her ankle. Abby would have thought the woman was measuring her for cuffs except she then ran the tape around Abby’s thigh. Weird. When her other ankle and thigh were measured, Sabrina ordered Abby to turn around and she took off the play collar. She measured Abby's neck. Then replaced the collar.

"Turn around," she told Abby. Abby complied. "Take your bra off." At this Abby hesitated for a second, but then remembered that lingerie makers preferred to measure that way. She reached behind herself and unfastened the garment. Sabrina took it and laid it gently over the arm of the chair. Instead of measuring Abby though, she reached out with both hands and cupped Abby's breasts.

Abby gasped and tried to step back. "Don't be childish," Sabrina said in a clipped, harsh tone that made Abby freeze. At odds with her frosty tone, Sabrina’s hands were gentle and warm, slowly massaging Abby's breasts and then pinching her nipples until they hardened.

"She responds well," Sabrina told Mark.


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