“I’m sorry,” she told him.
He took hold of her upper arms and pulled her closer. “It’s fine. You did a great job, pet. Really.” He took hold of his still-hard cock and moved it to the side. “I want you to take one lick,” he said firmly.
Abby didn’t argue outright, but she pleaded a little with her eyes. He cupped the side of her face with his other hand. “One lick will not kill you. Now, do as I say.”
Abby held her own hair so as not to let it fall into the sticky mess and hesitantly took one lick of the sperm. “Swallow it,” he commanded. She grimaced, but complied.
He continued to stroke her hair. “You were a very good girl, pet. But if you want to be an excellent pet, you’ll finish up the rest. And excellent pets get rewarded for their good behavior.” She considered this at length. “It’ll go down easier if it’s still warm, pet,” he informed her. “And like I said, I have something special for you if you do.”
Abby took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reluctantly cleaned off his belly with her tongue. “Very good,” he crooned. “Now, open your mouth and show me.”
Abby opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He nodded then pulled her up against him and held her. “You’re doing great, Abby,” he whispered into her ear. “So much better than I hoped.”
She relaxed a little and then he patted her shoulder. He got up, pulled on his jeans and went to the closet. He pulled out the fluffy white bathrobe and handed it to her. She put it on and he removed the collar from her neck. He sat her on the bed and removed the ankle cuffs, placing them all into the dresser against the wall.
He led her out of the bedroom. They made their way down the hall and into the living room. He led her around the corner and turned on the lights in the formal dining room. At the head of the table was a silver cake stand with the lid on top. He pulled out the chair and gently directed her to sit in it. When she was settled, he lifted the lid, revealing a small chocolate cake with fresh raspberries on top.
She smiled. “But I can’t eat it,” she told him.
He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Actually, you can. It’s dark chocolate and a whole lot of vanilla substituted for sugar. I told you you don’t have to eat crap from cardboard boxes. If you can put together an engine, you can put together a recipe.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I like cooking for you, pet. If you don’t have time to learn, I can at least feed you properly while you’re here.”
He handed her the fork and poured her a glass of red wine from the sideboard and set it down in front of her. “Here,” he told her. “We’re done playing for tonight.” Abby picked up the fork and took a tiny bite of the cake. She closed her eyes and moaned. Tex thought it was a damn good thing he’d already gotten off or she’d be bent over the table right about now.
He was in the kitchen doing the dishes when she appeared several minutes later, carrying the stand and the empty wine glass. “I can’t eat anymore,” she announced.
“Did you like it?”
She leaned against the counter and rolled her eyes heavenward. “I loved it.”
He grinned. “Turns out vanilla goes really well with dark chocolate,” he teased. She swatted his arm.
He pulled her overnight bag out of the closet and let her have the bathroom. As he pulled up the waistband of the shorts he usually slept in, she appeared in a black silk nightgown that hung mid-thigh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Hmm,” he said, eyeing her body. “Maybe we’re not done playing.”
He was only teasing, though, instead he picked up a DVD off the top of the dresser. “I rented this,” he told her.
She laughed when she saw it. “It’s not as good as Chinatown, but as far as sequels go, it’s still pretty good.”
“Well, I’m glad I actually got to watch the first one,” he said as he put it into the player. “After having to subdue a ravenous little sex kitten.”
“I have no recollection of those events, Senator,” Abby declared, climbing into his bed.
He grinned at her and slipped in beside her. “Really?” he asked. “Want me to get your toothbrush and refresh your memory?”
“No!” she squeaked then cleared her throat. “Um. Nope. Let’s just watch the movie.”
She didn’t make it through the whole movie, though. A little more than halfway through she’d fallen asleep curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Tex fingered the tiny strap of her nightgown. He’d brought vanilla women home from Maria’s a fair amount and though he didn’t mind having a woman sleeping in his bed, he had to admit he’d never watched a movie with one. As he watched her sleep, he had all kinds of thoughts he really shouldn’t be having. “You are a dangerous little pet,” he whispered. He settled back against the pillow to finish the movie.
In the morning, he woke before she did and slipped into the bathroom. When he was finished showering, he threw on a pair of jeans and decided to wake her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She made a soft noise in her throat as she roused and slid her arms around his neck.
“Time to get up,” he told her.
She stretched and made a face. “It’s Saturday. How can you be up this early?”
“It’s not that early,” he told her. “Take a shower and come to breakfast, pet.”
Abby paused as she was getting out of bed. He watched her as she came to the realization that they would resume playing. In fact, they would be playing the entire day, but he didn’t want to tell her that now. She nodded and headed off to the bathroom with her overnight bag.
Tex was in the kitchen stacking pancakes when she appeared. Her hair was a little damp and swept up off her neck. She was naked and he smiled his approval. He picked up the collar on the island and secured it around her neck. “Have a seat,” he told her. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
He set down a glass of orange juice in front of her and then went back to the island, balancing two plates in each hand. In front of the empty chair next to her, he set down a stack of pancakes. In front of Abby, he set a small bowl with half a grapefruit and some sugar substitute sprinkled on it. He suppressed a grin as she scowled.
“I saw the bowl of grapefruit in your kitchen,” he told her casually. “I assume that’s what you normally eat for breakfast.” Abby looked longingly at his own plate. “Of course,” he declared, “you’d probably rather have my breakfast. Whole wheat pancakes. Fresh blueberries.” Abby gave him a withering glare. He ignored it. “I think you know what you have to do to get it.”
Abby put her palms flat on the table and took a moment to decide. He let her think it over without comment. Finally, she pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to face him, knelt down on the tile floor and...amazingly...put her hands behind her back. Tex felt a surge of desire that started in his stomach and shot all the way to his cock. A dangerous little pet.
He undid his fly and pushed his jeans all the way down. He wanted to see exactly how much of last night’s lesson she retained. She moved a little closer and rubbed the underside of his cockhead with her tongue. A quick riot of sensation shivered through him but it settled into a very pleasant, growing warmth as he gazed down at her. She licked and swirled the head then took it into her mouth and began to gently nurse on it. She even remembered his balls, nuzzling them and sucking on each one in turn.
She rose up fully on her knees and took him into her mouth, moving up and down on the shaft rhythmically. Her technique was decent he mused, but it was still the big finish that was going to be the problem. “Just relax,” he told her. “It’s time, baby.” She tensed just a little and, as before, managed to take in the first spurt but started to draw back. He put one hand on the back of her head and wrapped the other one around his cock. “Hold still and keep your mouth open,” he commanded in a firm voice.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth so she wouldn’t panic and directed the rest of the semen across her face, specifically her open mouth. Abby made a small noise of either protest or surprise, but she couldn’t really move with his hand on the back of her head. He put his fingers underneath her chin and forced her mouth closed.
“Swallow,” he ordered. Abby’s throat convulsed as she did. “Open,” he told her and she opened her mouth again. “You look good covered in my cum, pet, but it goes in your mouth, doesn’t it?” He took the first two fingers of his right hand and slowly scooped up all the drops on her lips and cheeks and fed them to her. “There now,” he said, pushing his slicked fingers onto her tongue. “It doesn’t taste bad. It’s just that you tense up at the end.”
With the hand on the back of her head, he pulled her forward. “Clean my cock, pet,” he demanded. She bathed the head with her tongue. “Next time,” he told her as she worked on him, “it’ll be the same. You either swallow it when it comes out, or I feed it to you. Either way you’ll get used to the taste. But I’d prefer it if you tried hard to swallow for me. I eat your pussy for you, don’t I, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So, it’s only fair that you take this for me. I lick up all your cream, pet. You will lick up mine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled up his jeans and fastened them and then pulled Abby to her feet. He kissed her deeply and then directed her to the chair. He pushed away the grapefruit and pulled his own plate over so it sat in front of her. “Good girl,” he said squeezed her shoulder gently.
When she was finished, he washed the dishes as she sat the at the table. He dried his hands off on the towel and glanced at her. “I think the pancakes were a nice reward, but I want to give you a better one,” he announced. Abby turned in the chair to look at him, her expression full of anticipation.
“There’s a catch though,” he informed her.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “What, Sir?” she corrected.
He crossed the room and stood in front of her. “Open.” Her eyebrows knitted together but she opened her mouth. He brought up his hand and stuck his pinky into her mouth. “Suck on it.” Still confused, she did as she was told.
“All this talk of eating your sweet pussy has made me hungry, pet. I want that hot, wet hole riding my tongue.” Abby shivered in response. He wiggled the pinky in her mouth. “You’ve had my cock in your mouth. This seems small by comparison, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, looking up at him. She kept her lips wrapped around the small digit. “If you want me to eat that pussy, then this,” he wiggled the pinky again for emphasis, “is going in your ass while I do it.” Abby’s eyes widened and she stopped sucking. “It’s small. It won’t hurt. And would it influence your decision at all if I told you that I wouldn’t put it in until you were begging me for it?”
He pulled out his finger so she could answer. “I would never beg for that,” she told him.
He grinned down at her. “I can guarantee you would. And I’ve already promised no penetration until you do.”
She thought about this for a long time. “Are you going to pull my fingernails out one by one until I ask?” She was partly joking, based on her tone, but the look in her eyes told him she was in fact slightly concerned that his methods of persuasion would involve pain.
“No,” he told her. “In fact, I will amend the rules of the game to say that the only thing that will touch you, until you beg for my finger in your ass, is my tongue. So, obviously, there will be no pain of any kind.”
“Your tongue?”
“My tongue,” he repeated.
“And that’s all?”
“That’s all I need to reduce you to a horny, desperate, needy little pet.”
She smirked at him. “Your tongue is talented, but not that talented.”
“So, it’s a deal, then?”
“Deal,” she said with confidence.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Abby was drenched in sweat, yanking on the chains that were firmly attached to the posts of the bed. She was spread eagled, legs wide, and she was pissed. “Fuck!” she shouted. “Fucking fuck!”
Mark shook his head at her. “Such language, pet.”
Why? Why had she ever thought she could beat him at his own game? She’d actually been pretty turned on from blowing him earlier. Who wouldn’t be at the sight of a beautiful, rock-hard cock just inches from their face? She’d assumed that it would only take a few licks, maybe a few penetrations with that magic tongue of his and she’d be over the moon before the subject of her ass and his little finger ever came into play.
Abby could totally handle Mark touching her with only his tongue. But that was not her problem. Right now her problem was that Mark was no longer touching her with his tongue. And she was just shivering on the edge of orgasm when he stopped. She must’ve telegraphed her impending release in some way although she wasn’t dumb enough to have yelled out anything so obvious as ‘I’m about to come!’. He still knew somehow that she’d been dangerously close.