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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Abby didn't mind not being able to speak because she didn't know what she would say to that. She waited patiently for Mark to finish his breakfast.

In the bathroom, Mark attached her to the floor and used the bar again to spread her feet. She took the warm salt water enema without complaint and did not cry when she had to evacuate in front of him. He washed her in the shower, dried her, and replaced all her restraints. He put a plug in her, but it was one of the medium sized ones and in truth she barely even noticed it.

He led her down the hall to the bedroom. Abby discovered that at this point, she wasn't even all that nervous, so many things had been shoved in and out of her ass this weekend that Mark's cock would probably feel good by comparison.

He bid her to stand by the bed and fished two large straps out of the dresser drawer. He buckled first one, then the other, around her thighs. Her first thought was that Sabrina had been measuring her for restraints, though what anyone needed their thighs restrained for was a mystery to Abby.

He took the pillows off the bed and stacked them neatly in the corner. He laid her down, face up, which was also odd to her, and drew out two chains attached to each end of the head board. He secured her wrists to them.

Then he took two snap hooks and latched her ankle cuffs to her thigh cuffs, drawing her knees up almost to her chest, but still allowing her legs to part. It was an odd position, but not uncomfortable. She wondered if he was going to fuck her pussy first then turn her over.

She watched him undress, pulling off his gray t-shirt and jeans and boxer briefs and laying them on the chair. From the nightstand drawer he retrieved a bottle of lube and got up on the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs. He poured some into his hand and with the other, pulled out the plug. He set it aside and rubbed the lube all over and inside her ass. Then he reached down, grabbed hold of his cock, and slowly leaned into her, pushing the head against her entrance.

Abby couldn't believe that they were doing anal facing each other. She'd never imagined that to be possible. But after he inserted the head, he took hold of her legs and pushed them back, rotating her hips and giving him full access to her. He slowly pushed inside.

She gasped as he stretched her, holding back a groan. He worked his way in an inch at a time. She was breathing through clenched teeth.

When he was fully seated inside her, he held himself still, allowing her body to adjust to him. He slipped one hand down between them and began to gently massage her clit. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. She felt full, but not hurting. Her clit was coming to life. He slipped a finger in her pussy and worked it around. Soon she was panting with excitement. Then the fucking began.

He braced himself on the bed with one hand, still playing with her with the other and began slowly moving in and out of her. His tongue touched her nipple and an electric current shot straight to her clit. She grabbed the chains and started trying some way, any way, to fuck him back.

God, it felt so good. He licked the other nipple and then bit it gently. She cried out, pulling on the chains, back arching. He pinched her clit and she came. Hard. there was nothing inside her pussy so her juices leaked out, covering the base of his cock. He thrust harder taking only a few measured strokes before releasing inside her. She could feel each throb as his cock swelled, stretching her. He waited until the pumping subsided then carefully pulled out, replacing himself with the metal plug. Abby was so dazed she barely noticed.

He got dressed and unshackled her. The last thing to go was the collar and she felt a momentary pang at its loss. He'd laid her clothes out for her on the chair back and left the room.

Abby's mind was a flood of thoughts as she dressed. First off, in retrospect it seemed silly that she'd been so afraid of it. It had been good. More than good. Pleasurable even. She'd had a better time doing anal than she'd ever had with straight sex with previous boyfriends. But it was oddly hollow and she knew why.

There was no connection. It had been lost. Or buried. Or severed. He hadn't looked at her eyes so she'd closed them to avoid thinking about it. He hadn't called her his good girl. He hadn't driven her wild with desire and she knew from experience he was more than capable of that. She wondered if it was over between them. She was too afraid to ask.


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