Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Abby chewed her bottom lip and thought about that. “Okay,” she said quietly. “That sounds okay.”
“Tell me how you felt.”
“Why?” she asked without thinking.
“Pet. I have thirty minutes. I can think up more ways to punish you. You belong to me until Midnight.”
“It was scary,” she replied.
“And?”
“And...exciting.”
“Good. Scary is fine. I can work with scary. I like to keep subs off balance, anxious. It heightens the experience for both of us. But terrified is not the goal. You weren’t terrified, were you?”
“No. But I was angry that you wouldn’t let me come.”
“I did let you come.”
“Not without jumping through your hoops first!”
“The hoops are the point, Abby. If you could get yourself off as well as I do it, then you wouldn’t need me or anyone else around, would you?”
“I don’t come that way,” she whispered.
“You mean hard?”
“Or more than once. I- it’s never been like that. Sometimes I don’t even come at all.”
He squeezed her shoulder gently. “Well, now you know you can. I told you you’re a passionate woman, Abby.”
“But how did you know?”
He grinned. “I don’t lack vision.”
Abby wrinkled her nose. “I’m a project?”
“In a way. Don’t misunderstand me, Abby. I like you. When I look at you I see a woman who loves her career, loves working on cars, loves old movies and expensive gin. A woman like you enjoys so many things and sex should be one of them. Even if it was vanilla sex, and you turned out not to be submissive, I wanted you to know that it could be good.
“I want you back here again next Friday,” he told her. Before she could reply he said, “Take some time. Think it over.”
“I thought I was a troublesome little pet.”
“You are but you squeeze my cock so tight when you come it’s Heaven. And I’m nowhere near ready to give that up yet.”
****
Abby spent most of the week thinking about being chained to Mark’s bed. It hadn’t been anything like she’d thought it might be. Once the initial fear wore off, she was amazed to discover it had been...freeing. Was that right? She could barely wrap her head around the idea that bondage could be freeing, but it was. She was free to enjoy anything he did to her. No worrying about what to do with her hands. She also didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was making him happy because he told her when she was and he...punished her..... when she wasn’t.
She shivered a little at the memory of Mark’s little punishments. A bite here, a smack there. Instant feedback on what she was doing wrong. And it had been a little daunting, showing herself to him like that, but he’d said she was beautiful. Abby watched a tall blonde stride across the lobby and toward the bank of elevators.
The blonde was pretty, with full lips and a decent sized chest. She was wearing a short linen dress with white heels. Abby looked down at her own black suit, blue button down shirt, and long pants. The only thing remotely sexy about herself were her shoes. But beneath all that, she felt...equal...to this woman who just weeks before would have seemed like some kind of untouchable goddess.
Mark could have this blonde, absolutely. No question. But it had been Abby chained to his bed and opening herself for his...inspection. Which she’d apparently passed, she added to herself, because he’d said he wanted her to return on Friday. It was only Thursday, but Abby already knew where she’d be on Friday night at 8 o’clock.
CHAPTER TEN
Friday had arrived and instead of slaving away at her desk working overtime, Abby left early and made a beeline for her car. She spent the rest of the afternoon prepping herself, washing her hair, making sure she was shaved in all the areas that mattered. She hadn’t been sure what to wear and so opted for black slacks and a fitted t-shirt. She frowned down at the outfit now, outside Mark’s front door. For the first time she found herself wishing she had sexier clothes.
Mark opened the door just two seconds after she knocked. Her heart hammered in her chest, but he seemed calm and composed. He took her purse from her again and kissed her on the lips.
“You ready?” he asked in a low, gravel tone that made her insides quiver.
She took a deep breath. “Yes,” she replied.
Mark led her down the hallway toward the bedroom. “You’ll need to get undressed,” he told her. She balked at the bathroom door. He stopped to look at her.
“Um,” Abby said, glancing from the bathroom door to Mark and back again. “Can I get undressed in the bathroom?” Alone? was the unspoken question. Between her poor choice of outfit and extreme nervousness she couldn’t fathom dealing with undressing in front of him. Her mind was swirling with all the possible things he would do to her tonight and she needed time, also, to calm down.