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 looked at photos of cages, some of which actually went under the bed, but shook her head. There were no cages in Mark’s house. And she woke up every morning in his arms, even if she was chained to bed. He’d never make her sleep away from him, she decided. As a Master he could trade her or give her away, but he’d said he’d never share her. And Mark was a lot of things, but he was not a liar. Or a manipulator. Not in the negative sense. He’d promised to always see to her needs, and he always did.

As she researched, she discovered some Masters treated their slaves as true property. Things to play with and pass around, but never give any attention to beyond that. Other Masters professed that their slaves were their ultimate possessions that were to be cherised above all other things and cared for as though they were priceless. Abby decided that if Mark was a Master, he’d be the latter.

What would it be like to be owned by Mark? His house was immaculate, despite the fact that he was a mechanic and that was a dirty, messy job. His Harley was beautiful, always polished and perfectly tuned. She closed her eyes and pictured the soaps, and makeup, and shoes. And the orgasms, and the chocolate cake, and the bone melting kisses that he never seemed to get tired of bestowing upon her. Being Mark’s pampered and most prized possession sounded like a dream. But it wouldn’t always be like that. It would be hard. Like pissing-on-the-lawn hard sometimes. But she was beginning to see what he meant about sacrificing for the one you love.

Because even if she didn’t quite love Mark, yet, she could see herself loving Mark. And see him loving her. Mark was honest, and kind, and reliable, and above all a good man who, despite his sexual leanings, never treated her as less than a person or less than capable of doing anything she wanted to do.

Abby dug in with both heels, at that moment. She wasn’t losing Mark. He was the only good thing she had here. Had anywhere. And as long as he kept being Mark, Abby was going to be everything he wanted her to be.

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Tex unlocked the front door and stepped inside his darkened house. He stopped short when he saw Abby. He had no idea how she'd gotten in.

She was naked, kneeling, wearing her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, even the thigh cuffs which were attached just above her thigh high black stockings. She'd left off the garter belt.

For a moment his cock surged with desire.

She had her gaze directed at the floor. She was also kneeling with her knees spread apart and the the back of her hands resting on her thighs, palms up.

Classic Slave Presentation, he thought.

At first he was surprised. Then he was angry. How had she learned that? He sure as fuck didn't teach her that.

"What are you doing?" he snapped.

Abby didn't lift her head. "Pet is here to serve her Master."

Jesus Christ. Master. And she was even referring to herself in the third person. He was about to tell her to stand the fuck up and put on some clothes when he stopped himself. A niggling thought entered his brain. In war you used any tool at your disposal, took advantage of every opportunity. And Abby may or may not have realized it, but she'd just given him an opening. He pocketed his keys and tossed his leather jacket onto the chair beside her.

"And who is your Master, pet?"

"You, Sir."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Master. Pet wasn't ready to serve before. She's ready now."

He spotted a piece of paper on the coffee table that he knew he hadn't left there. He strode to it and picked it up. It was a standard TPE contract. She'd already signed it.

"What is this, pet?"

"Pet's contract. Pet signed. Pet serves."

"Pet, this is a no-limit, Total Power Exchange contract. For life or until I release you."

"Yes, Master."

"Where did you get it?"

"Pet downloaded it off the internet."

Ah. Well, at least she hadn't sought another Dom.

"And this is where you learned the slave position?" he asked her.

"Yes, Master. Pet knows 5 positions."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Present yourself to me for inspection,” he commanded.

Abby placed her hands on the floor in front of her and laid her forehead between them, ass in the air. He walked around her, coming up behind her and stopped. His heart thudded in his chest. On Abby's left hip, right at the top of her ass cheek was a scrolling black tattoo.

TEX.

So many different emotions ran through him all at once he couldn't even identify them all. His cock only felt one thing, though. Raging lust. He took a silent, steadying breath.

"Pet, what is that on your ass?"


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