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)
Her own hand stopped at her hip and she fanned herself with a sheaf of papers. Masturbating in the copy room definitely was not an option. There wasn’t even a lock on the door. And though Abby had discovered that she was far more sexually adventurous than even she would have guessed about herself, she wasn’t quite that naughty.
But the copy room was hot with the door shut and the copier’s fan blowing hot air into the tiny room. And her ass was filled like it had been with Mark’s own fingers....
“Gah!”
She threw open the lid, grabbed her originals, and crammed the rest underneath her arms. She stopped by her office just long enough to toss the entire lot onto her desk and headed off toward the relative safety of the bathroom.
It was a small, private room with, above all, a deadbolt on the door. Her heels clacked on the tile floor as she turned and leaned back against the heavy wooden door. She didn’t know how she could survive days of this torture. She unfastened her blazer and shook the lapels, fanning herself. The chilled air of the bathroom made her nipples tighten underneath her sheer bra. It seemed like everything was working against her today.
Finally giving in, she unbuttoned her slacks and slid one hand down over her silk panties and closed her eyes as her fingertips found her aching bud, straining against the dampening fabric. She rubbed it rhythmically, simultaneously clenching her cheeks to feel the plug invading her. She slipped her hand into her panties and pushed a finger into her pussy.
“Sir,” she whispered to herself in the deserted bathroom.
She pictured herself chained to Mark’s bed anticipating whatever wicked thing he was about to do to her that she’d never before imagined. He knew everything about her. Everything she was afraid to admit as much to herself as anyone else.
Her pussy spasmed, preparing for the throes of an orgasm. When it hit, her muscles clenched, and she rode the wave of ecstasy while biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out. She only let out a small whimper as she reeled from the aftershocks. She took in a deep breath and her body went boneless as she leaned slack against the door.
It was because she had been so quiet that the sharp crack of the plug hitting the floor after it slipped out of her ass was so impossibly loud.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It was going on 4 pm and Tex was washing his hands with lava soap in the garage’s utility sink. He glanced at his watch and scowled. Abby hadn’t texted him. And while he was pleasantly surprised with her efforts as his submissive thus far, she wasn’t anywhere near adept enough to have kept the plug in all day. So she had failed to text him when she took it out.
After drying his hands he tapped out a text of his own and sent it to her. He grated as he waited for her reply.
‘It’s out,” she admitted.
He sighed. ‘How long did you make it?’ he answered back.
‘A little while,’ was her vague reply.
“Reinsert it,’ he commanded. When she failed to text back he paced the breakroom until he finally looked down at the screen of his phone. ‘Be at my house for dinner tonight. 7 pm. Be on time.’
She didn’t respond to that one, either, but he knew she’d seen it. He sighed again and grasped the doorknob to head back out into the garage bay. She was new to all this, he reminded himself and he wouldn’t punish her too harshly this time. After all, she couldn’t be perfect at everything.
At a little before 7, he heard her car pull up outside his house and he set down his chopping knife to answer the door for her. She looked sheepish and uneasy as she stepped inside and he took her jacket from her, hanging it up. To allay her fears somewhat, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. For a moment, she did melt into his arms the way she always did when he kissed her. One hand gripped her hip and the other ran a slow circle over the other, then back to caress her cheek, and slipped down.
She gasped and his jaw tightened.
“It’s not in,” she blurted out, even though that was obvious.
Tex stepped back and regarded her.
“I- it’s- I...” she struggled.
He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”
She hesitated, which only made his irritation grow.
“Abby,” he prompted.
Reluctantly, she reached into her purse and pulled out the toy. She handed it over. Tex looked down at it and frowned. Obviously this was going to require more than just dinner to work out.
Tex watched Abby for a moment, gagged, hands bound behind her back, and kneeling beside him on the the kitchen floor. He nodded at the chipped glass butt plug sitting on the counter. "Are you trying to tell me you don't like my gifts, pet?" Abby shook her head, but Tex continued. "Because it seems like you don't. I bought it for you. Chose it specially. Never been inside anyone else but my little pet. And not only did you not keep it in, fail to text me when you took it out, but you destroyed it. Is this you telling me you don't want anal? Pet, are you ready to tell me why this happened?" He looked over his shoulder at her.