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)
“Pretend it didn’t happen? Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me Abby.”
Suddenly anger erupted inside her. “Well, what did happen? I don’t even know!” she snapped. “You didn’t even look at me!”
In the wake of her sudden outburst, Mark remained calm. “Yes, I did. I may not have been looking at your face, but I saw your curvy little bottom wiggle. I felt your pussy cream for me after I spanked you. I heard your little moans.”
“Stop,” she demanded.
“You know exactly what happened, Abby. You were right there with me. What you really want to know is why you liked it so much.”
Abby shook her head, not accepting his words.
“Oh, you’re telling yourself you didn’t like it? Then why did you do it? Did I hold you down? Tie up up? Pull my gun on you? If you didn’t like it, why did you spread your legs when I told you to, Abby?”
“Stop,” she whispered again.
His voice got lower and darker as he continued. “Why take the belt in your mouth when I asked you to do it? You could’ve taken it out.”
Abby licked her lips nervously.
“You opened up your pussy for my use, just like I told you to.”
Abby’s clit jumped to attention and she gasped.
“You loved it, Abby,” Mark assured her. “You want to know why? Because you’re a sexual submissive.”
Abby felt her mouth drop open.
He smiled. “I’m guessing that means you have at least a basic idea of what that is.”
She frowned. “I’ve gotten tickets for guests at the hotel,” she told him barely above a whisper. “Fetish balls and stuff. It means whips and chains.”
“Well, that’s...a little too basic,” he replied.
“I don’t do that,” she added quickly.
“I didn’t say you did,” he clarified. “It’s not about what you’ve done up to now. It’s about what you want now that I’ve given you a tiny taste of it.”
Abby shook her head vehemently. “I don’t want any of it. No whips, no chains, none of that. I don’t want that.” His face was kind and gentle and completely at odds with the pictures in her head of screaming women and bloodied flesh.
“Abby, like I said, that’s a very basic stereotype. And you don’t know what you want if you’ve never done anything beyond straight vanilla sex. Though I tend to agree that if you were really interested in serious pain, you would’ve experimented with it long before now.
“I’m not interested in heavy pain, either,” Mark told her. “I don’t enjoy hurting women like that. I’ve released more than one sub because she was too much of a masochist for me. But, Abby, there’s so much more out there than just pain and suffering. It’s different for everyone, what they like, what they don’t, what they will and won’t do. It’s a constant negotiation and it changes all the time as people find out more about themselves.” He paused. “What do you know about yourself, Abby?”
She pursed her lips. “Nothing. I don’t know. I don’t do anything, not like that, so there’s nothing to know.”
He smiled. “I bet there’s a lot to know. Let me take a few shots. Do you ever initiate sex?”
Abby glared at him.
“Rarely, if ever, am I right?”
“I’m not a slut!” she snapped.
“Is that important to you? Not being a slut?”
“Of course!”
“How many sexual partners have you had?” he asked.
Abby’s eyes widened. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“I bet you can count them on one hand,” he replied.
Her belly lurched. How the hell did he know all this? “Four,” she said cautiously. “Including you.”
He nodded. “And you like them on top?” he added.
Abby took a step back. This was getting strange. Mark took a step closer to her. “Stop,” she commanded, but he didn’t. He took another step closer. She retreated instinctively until her lower back pressed against the kitchen counter.
Mark stopped right in front of her. “You’re in total control in the bedroom,” he said. “Am I right?”
“W-what?”
“You have a lot of rules. Things you won’t do or let be done to you, right?”
Abby was now more angry than nervous. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Yes. Fine. I have rules. Tons of them. So there. I can’t possibly be submissive. I don’t let men walk all over me like I’m some kind of slutty toy they can use and throw away. I bet you think all women are submissive, or should be, especially to men. Well, I’m not.”
He surprised her by shaking his head. “Not all women are submissive. Some are very, very dominant. Some people are just born wired one way or the other, regardless of gender.”
That made her feel a little better. “Well, I’m not anything. I’m just-”
He closed the tiny gap between them and she put her hands to his chest to ward him off. He grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her arms to her sides.