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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"Pet's mark of ownership."

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"Pet wanted to please her Master."

"You chose a permanent mark instead of a piercing?" he asked in wonderment.

"Pet thought perhaps Master wanted to pierce her himself."

Holy fuck, Tex thought, reeling.

"And you would let me do that?"

"Pet's body belongs to her Master."

Tex couldn't pierce her if he wanted to. He lacked the technical knowledge, but he was stunned she'd taken it this far. He drew his gaze away from the tattoo and a glint of silver caught his eye. "That's not one of plugs I gave you." He knew they were all present an accounted for in his drawer these last few weeks and though she'd broken in and retrieved the collar and cuffs tonight, that still wasn't his plug. The shape was different.

"Pet bought it," she replied.

Tex bent down and felt the smooth round base. "What size is it?" he asked.

"Three and a half inches in circumference, Sir."

Roughly the same as the largest one he'd ever used on her. He knew from experience that his own plug that size was painful for her during insertion.

"Pet did it the way Master likes," she added.

"The way I like," he repeated.

"Pet gives herself an enema at night. Then bathtime. Then the plug."

Tex rubbed his hand over his face. "Pet, you hate enemas."

Abby wiggled a little on the floor. "Pet doesn't mind them so much now. Except...she prefers that you do it."

Tex clenched his fists and fought the urge to yank out the plug and fuck her asshole right there on the living room floor. "Why do you prefer I do it?"

"Because Master touches pet all over and makes her feel safe. Pet doesn't like the enema, but Pet likes that. And Master is careful with lube and with the cramping. He... doesn't want to hurt pet. He just wants a clean pet."

The corner of his mouth twitched a little. He could hear the question that wasn't really a question. "Pet, where did you learn to give yourself an enema?"

"Pet's enemas aren't like yours. She sits on a bag. It doesn't go in as far. But pet learned by watching videos on the internet."

"And you came across punishment enemas," he finished for her.

She hesitated. "Yes, Master," she said quietly.

"I would never do that to you, pet." A tiny little sigh of relief passed her lips. "I do use the enemas to clean you. But I also love giving them to you. With other subs it was merely for hygienic purposes. But with you, I love seeing you filled up, by me. I know it scared you and hurt you the times we did them, but I didn't think you'd accept the erotic aspects of receiving one during your training, so I didn't try to confuse you."

"Erotic?" she asked.

"Yes, pet. Very. If you can relax enough. In fact, we're going to do it right now." He picked up the pen she'd apparently left on the table, signed the contract, and set the pen back down with a loud clatter. "Crawl to the bathroom, pet."

"Yes, Master."

Tex walked behind her, enjoying the view of her beautiful ass, now displaying his name proudly. Once inside, she positioned herself to kneel in front of the floor bolt, putting her hands down in front of it.

"No restraints, pet. You're doing this for pleasure, remember?"

"Yes, Master."

Tex turned on the tap to its hottest setting, letting it run a bit. He washed his hands and when the water was as hot as it would get, he pulled the stopper on the sink, filling it up. He opened the cabinet and took out his supplies. When the sink was full, he shut off the tap and put the unopened bottle of water in it to warm up while he set out the bag, the hose, and the smaller nozzle rather than the inflatable one. He took down the small container of sea salt and the spoon and set them aside. He attached the hose to the bottom of the bag. He opened the medicine cabinet and took out the small tube of lube and slid it into his pocket.

Once the bottle had heated up nicely, he broke the seal on the top, carefully poured in a teaspoon of the sea salt, and shook it to dissolve. He poured the entire quart of water into the 4 quart black bag and ran the hook through the top. He hung it up on the small, discreet hook near the top of the mirror to free up his hands and then held the nozzle down over the sink, releasing the clamp to expel the excess air from the tube. When only warm salt water was flowing, he clamped off the hose again.

He picked up the bottle of lotion on the counter and crossed the room to hang the bag on the towel bar above Abby's head. Then he ran the length of tube down the wall and along the floor beside her. He knelt down beside her, placed the lotion bottle on the floor, and massaged her ass with both hands. He couldn't resist the urge to pass his thumb over the tattoo.


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