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He fastened the gag. “So rule number one is this: If you are unfamiliar with a person or in an unfamiliar environment and you are wearing my collar, you will only make eye contact with me and me alone.”
Abby felt the blood drain out of her face and suddenly her heart beat a rapid tattoo inside her chest. She looked down at herself. She was nearly naked, not wearing panties. Also, she and Mark had just made lunch, so whatever he meant about an unfamiliar environment, it was clear to her he had no intention of taking her out of the house today. So that meant only one thing.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head violently, straining to speak even though she was gagged.
Mark grabbed the o-ring on the collar and shook it a little to break her panic snap. He raised a finger and put it in her face. “Respect. You will show it. You’ve given yourself to me and that’s the last word on the subject. I know what you want. I know what you need. And I am well aware of your hard limits, pet. Trust me to respect them even though I don’t have to this weekend.”
He released her collar, stood up, and pulled a riding crop out of the bag. He swung it. It landed hard on his own thigh with a crack that made her nearly jump out of her skin. “This is what’s waiting for you if you do not do exactly as you’re told. You will respond to all commands quickly and to the best of your ability, with no sass. None. I’ve gagged you for your benefit because that little mouth of yours sometimes shoots first and asks questions later, but sass won’t be tolerated. Give me a nod if you understand.”
Tears stung her eyes. She was struggling to keep it together. Why? Why would he do this? He knew she would hate it. The thought of another man’s hands on her made her shudder. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t. Oh, god, she thought as fear gripped her. Would they hurt her? Would a stranger cum in her?
The tears she’d been fighting flowed freely and she begged him with her eyes. His face softened and he laid the crop on the table. He knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. “I know. I know everything that you’re thinking, pet. I know everything you’re afraid of. You have got to learn to trust me.”
He released one of her hands and put his palm over her heart, spreading his fingers wide. “Some Doms think the only way to truly own a sub is to share them with others, that you can’t own something unless it’s yours to give away.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t believe that, pet. As long as you’re with me, no other man will ever touch you in any way. You’re a treasure, pet, my treasure, and only mine.”
He wiped her tears and stood up. “Now. Remember what I said. Rules and respect. Make me proud, and I will give you another, better, present.”
It was only a few minutes later that the doorbell rang. Abby felt dread in the pit of her stomach. Mark answered the door and if Abby’s imagination hadn’t sufficiently upset her enough, it kicked into overdrive as a tall, svelte, blonde woman walked into the house. She was wearing a short sleeved pink silk blouse, a long black skirt, and high heels.
Mark kissed her. Kissed her! On the cheek but still. Abby’s fear turned to loathing. As Mark gestured for the woman to enter the living room, the blonde’s steps faltered a bit as she spotted Abby kneeling on the pillow next to the couch.
“Well, now,” she said, smiling. “Isn’t this a surprise?”
“Sabrina, this is my pet.”
Sabrina assessed Abby with shrewd eyes. Abby met the woman’s calculated gaze. “Pet!” Mark admonished. “Eyes down.” Abby lowered her head, but not before taking in the full measure of the woman’s beauty.
Sabrina declared, “She’s breathtaking. Even with her obvious lack of training.”
“I agree. Have a seat.”
Sabrina thanked him and took a seat on the couch nearest Abby. Mark offered her a glass of wine.
“Pet,” he said when Sabrina accepted. “I left a bottle and two glasses on the kitchen counter. Fill them both and bring them here.” Abby flinched at the request. Mark’s hard gaze bored into her and she got up off the floor, rather ungracefully she thought to her own chagrin as she was certain Sabrina the middle-aged bitch never did anything that lacked the grace and poise of an Old Hollywood Starlet.
As Abby passed in front of them, Sabrina said, “Now I know who the plugs were for. Very nice. And I can see she’s already been punished today. I can just make out a handprint.”
