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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"She's got two more to plugs to go before she's ready, but she's doing well," Mark replied.

Abby's face burned. They were looking at her ass and talking about it. She stomped into the kitchen and spied the wine that she had thought was for her. If the kitchen hadn't been in full view of the living room, she'd have taken that ball gag off and spit in the glasses.

She half considered just taking the damn thing off and heading out the door. But Mark would never let her leave. He'd catch her and whip her with that crop of his. As she poured the wine, she glared out at the two of them talking in hushed tones.

Was Sabrina a sub? She hadn't called Mark 'Sir,' so she obviously wasn't his sub right now, but had she been? No, she couldn't be a sub, Abby realized, because she wasn't allowed to make eye contact with the bitch. The bitch was a Domme. She felt a little better about that. She wasn't any sort of competition, not that such a thing was possible anyway with Sabrina's classic good looks and slender figure. There was no way Abby could compete with her.

She brought the drinks out to the living room and handed them each a glass, careful to keep her eyes from meeting Sabrina's. Abby looked, instead, at the floor. The bitch had killer shoes. The kind Abby saved for six months to buy when she was still in school. Mark thanked Abby while Sabrina pretty much ignored her presence. Abby went back and knelt on the pillow. She kept her knees closed tightly together, not wanting to expose any more to Sabrina that she already had.

In the middle of his conversation, Mark said, "Pet, why are you hiding your cunt from me?"

Abby's head snapped up and she stared at Mark. Her eyes involuntarily slid to Sabrina, who only raised a perfectly arched brow at her.

"Pet, that's two rules broken," he informed her. "You hid your cunt from me and you made eye contact with someone who hasn't given you that permission. Stand up."

Abby's heart thudded and her eyes darted to the crop.

"If you take longer, it'll be harder on you," he warned.

She got up.

"Come here," he demanded. He got up, gripped her wrist, and turned her around. "Bend over. Hands on the table."

Abby hesitated, then realized that hesitation would cost her even more so she bent down quickly. She watched Mark slide the crop out from beneath her. She tensed as she waited.

"Unclench, pet," Mark told her. She took a deep breath and relaxed. The crop hit her right ass cheek hard. She yelped. "That's one for eye contact." The crop whistled through the air again, striking the other cheek. She bit down hard on the gag. "That's another for hiding yourself. Now you can stay in this position so we might better admire you."

From behind her Abby heard Sabrina exclaim, "Oh, Mark. Her skin!"

"It pinks up nicely, doesn't it?" he replied.

"Have you caned her? That pale skin would show off the stripes exquisitely."

Abby tensed. Caning? Mark said that was the worst of the punishments he doled out. Would they do that now?

"Not yet, but believe me there've been times I've wanted to."

They both laughed.

"Is she a slut?" Sabrina asked.

Abby bit down on her ball gag and suppressed a growl.

"No," Mark responded. "She likes the usual. Nipples, clit, and spankings, but she's not heavily into pain."

"Pity," said Sabrina. "Victor would have loved to borrow her. A painslut with pale skin that marks like that? After her training, of course. She'd never spend a minute out of his cage the way she is now. She's perfectly suited to you though."

"Perfectly," Mark agreed.

"Are you planning-?" Sabrina started.

"We're a long way off," Mark said curtly, cutting her off.

Abby turned her head to try and look at them. A long way off from what? Caning? Being a painslut? She shuddered. She'd never be that. Mark said he knew that. So what then? A...slave? Mark said he didn't want that either. But what if he did? What if he just didn't want to scare her by telling her that in the beginning?

"Eyes front, pet," Mark ordered.

"I understand completely," said Sabrina. "All things in time."

Mark invited Sabrina to join him for lunch. My lunch, Abby thought angrily. And she was ordered to serve them both. The nerve! Abby tossed the plates unceremoniously onto the table in front of each of them, getting more and more angry by the second.

Sabrina gave Mark a look. He grinned at his lunch companion. "All things in time," Mark repeated.

Sabrina smiled back beatifically. "Indeed.”

"She's a sexual submissive," Mark declared, as he pulled Abby down to the floor by her collar. "Domestic service will never be her strong suit."

Abby looked in Mark's eyes. Despite his outward calm, even jovial tone, his eyes told her he was furious with her. She looked away. It was his fault for bringing this woman here and parading Abby in front of her like a show dog.


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