Текст книги "The Exhibitionist"

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More.

More.

More.

Nathaniel’s arms came around me and in one move, he pulled me to his chest while slipping his hands under my waistband and finding my clit. “You want more, Abigail? I’ll always be happy to give you more. Come.”

He rubbed the sensitive flesh roughly and I screamed a little as my release swelled up and washed over me faster than I thought possible.

“Again,” he said. And he worked two fingers into me while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” I chanted as release two built up.

He was merciless and kept finger-fucking me even as I came around his hand. Panting heavily, I whispered, “Thank you, Master.”

I had just sent my post for the WNN Web site to Meagan the next afternoon when I heard the garage door open. Frowning, I went to see what was going on and smiled when I saw Nathaniel.

“Hey,” I said. “You’re home early.”

“I wanted to change up our routine,” he said, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me close for a kiss.

His lips crushed down on mine and holy hell, I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I welcomed it. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

His eyes were dark with lust when he lifted his head.

I dug my fingers into his hair. “You should change up our routine more often.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He slipped a hand under my shirt and teased my belly. “I called Lynne on the way home. She’s going to keep the kids occupied. Meet me in the playroom in ten minutes.”

We’d been in the playroom the day before, and he’d taken my collar off. Still, I wasn’t about to turn him down. “Yes, Sir.”

Nathaniel was waiting for me inside when I walked into the playroom seven minutes later. That in and of itself was enough to give me pause. Normally, I arrived first. I quickly made my way to him and knelt at his feet. Without the first few minutes by myself, alone in the room, I struggled to get into the right frame of mind.

“Take your time, Abigail,” he said, picking up on my inner turmoil. “It occurred to me, we’ve fallen into somewhat of a routine and I thought it best I put a stop to that.”

Though there was a part of me that craved routine, I knew he was right. It wasn’t that our time in the playroom had become mundane, but I had begun to feel as though I knew what to expect. I would enter, he would meet me, I’d give him a blow job. Lather, rinse, repeat.

“After our first trip to Delaware, we put some rules in place to play more often and they’re working well, but I think there’s still room for us to do better.”

I remained silent, knowing he was right. I loved the fact that he was being more spontaneous and changing things up. The day before with Luke had been different than our normal scene. And him coming home early was very different.

“What are you thinking, Abigail?” he asked.

“That you’re right, Master. We have gotten into somewhat of a routine and I’m glad you noticed it and are trying to make sure we don’t do it again.”

“We’ll discuss it more a little later,” he said. “I didn’t bring it up to talk about right now, but I saw your unease at the changes I made tonight.”

“Thank you for explaining, Master.”

“Move into your inspection position,” he commanded.

Years ago, my body moved effortlessly from position to position without much thought on my part. Not so anymore. The combination of long periods in between play mixed with motherhood had slowed my movements. As I shifted into place, sliding my knees apart and holding my head back, I tried to think back to the last time he’d had me in my inspection position and failed. My back ached from the rarely used position and I kept shifting my knees until he spoke again.

“Stop. Move back into waiting.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and moved back into the more comfortable position.

“That was almost painful, Abigail,” he said when I finally held still. “I take responsibility for this as well. But it’s going to be up to you to correct it.”

He walked over to the cabinets lining the wall. He didn’t have anything in his hands when I walked into the playroom, so he was probably getting a cane or a crop.

“I’ve set a timer for fifteen minutes,” he said. “In that time I want you to move from your waiting position to present position to inspection and back again. Your focus is to make your movements graceful and smooth. Time starts now.”

I went back to my waiting stance, held still for five seconds, and then moved forward to present, with my upper body to the floor, and back to inspection. My inspection and present positions were uncomfortable if I stayed in them for too long. I felt so exposed and open.

Which is the point, Abigail, I could almost hear him say.

The very first time he showed me the inspection position, I had failed to wax appropriately. Now, even as uncomfortable as it was to display myself the way he wanted, I breathed a sigh of relief knowing he would find my body meticulously prepared for him. I held still for another five seconds and then moved back into my waiting position.

He didn’t say anything, though I was certain he was still in the room. I took time to ensure that my posture was perfect before I continued.

“Very nice,” he said a few minutes later. I wasn’t sure how many minutes I had left, but I wanted them to be perfect.

“You’re getting your posture right,” he said. “Now see if you can smooth out the transitions between them a bit more.”

After six times of going back and forth, he approved. “Excellent work, Abigail. Now work on speed.”

My arms and legs trembled slightly from the unexpected exercise. I wasn’t out of shape, just out of practice moving from position to position. I was in my waiting position when the timer went off, so I stayed still.

“Remember what I had you do when you were out of practice kneeling?” he asked, his feet coming into view as I looked toward the floor.

“Yes, Master.” I remembered with excruciating detail. “You had me kneel for three hours. But it was broken up.”

When he went to the conference that morning, so many months ago, he’d left with instructions that for three hours, I was to alternate kneeling and free time. Five minutes each, then ten, and finally fifteen. I hoped he wasn’t going to have me do something similar for the positions. That had been an extremely difficult exercise.

“Did you find that exercise helpful?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. Eventually.”

“Excellent. Because I want you to practice getting in and out of your positions. I won’t make you do the three-hour thing again. I think fifteen minutes each day will do. I’ll let you know when you can stop. Any questions?”

That didn’t seem too bad. Fifteen minutes a day was extremely doable. My muscles were already a bit sore just from what he’d had me do so far, so I knew repeating the exercise would strengthen the muscles that had grown soft.

“No, Master.”

“Good. Now since we’re changing things up a little today, I’m not going to have you serve me orally.”

I understood at least in part why he decided to change things up in the playroom, but I didn’t like not being able to take him in my mouth first thing. Much like kneeling and waiting for him to join me in the playroom, serving him orally helped me get into my mind-set. The ritual we’d established helped me take my thoughts away from what was on my mind and turn my focus toward him.

“I am, however, going to put your mouth to work. Look at me.”

I lifted my head and met his gaze. Like always, the intensity of his expression while he was in the playroom took my breath away. The corner of his mouth quirked up a tiny bit in an almost, but not quite smile. He took something out of his pocket and held it out. It looked like a replica of a cock.

“You’re going to keep this in your mouth until I tell you to take it out. You are also to treat it like you would my cock. Which means no dropping and no biting. The material is made to show teeth imprints, so I’ll know if you bite down on it.”

Nathaniel was my first Dom and I’d never sucked someone off while being pleasured. Well, unless you counted the times we went sixty-nine. But to be situated between two men like the woman at the BDSM convention? I’d never done anything resembling that. It was as if he was letting me get a feeling for how it was with two men.

“Open,” he said, and he slid the toy past my lips. “There you go. All the way. Just like it was me.”

It filled my mouth more than I thought it would. It certainly was big enough to be his cock.

“Suck it,” he said. “Suck it like it’s my dick and you have to get it hard.”

I took more of it in and sucked hard.

“There you go. That’s it.” He took it out unexpectedly. “That’s what you’re supposed to do whenever this is in your mouth. Now I want you to go drape yourself across the bench.”

As I positioned my body across the bench, I realized that he planned to re-create the whole scene we’d witnessed at the club. Or as much as he could by himself. I allowed my mind to wander down paths I’d marked as no trespassing. I closed my eyes and pretended I was the woman in the courtyard that night. With Nathaniel behind me and a shadowy man in front of me.

He padded over to me and the cock pressed against my lips. “Suck it good and hard.”

It felt weird having the toy in my mouth, so I allowed myself to slip back into the fantasy where I imagined it was real. I licked the shaft, making sure it didn’t fall from my lips. I’d just got a good rhythm started when Nathaniel stroked my backside.

“Keep sucking,” he said, and before I could guess why he would repeat himself, he spanked my ass. Hard.

“Mrpf,” I said around the object in my mouth.

“Don’t stop sucking and don’t drop it.” He rained more swats on my backside.

It wasn’t long before the familiar warmth his touch created started to spread throughout my body. He wasn’t being gentle, and each smack landed on a different area, so within a few minutes, my entire butt was pleasantly sore.

He came to the front of the bench and took the toy out. “Ask me to strap your ass.”

Fuck yes. “Strap my ass, Master.”

“Not good enough. Beg me.”

“Please, Master, use your strap on me. I need you to use it hard.” I widened my legs, just a touch. “Please.”

I didn’t realize he was naked until he pressed his cock to my lips. “First, I’m going to fuck this mouth.”

That was all the warning I got. The next second, he was pushing into my mouth with a hard thrust. “There we go. Suck that cock, Abigail. Suck your Master’s cock.”

He went so deep with his next thrust, he hit the back of my throat. I relaxed it so he could go deeper.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned.

He only pumped a few more times. Waiting, I guessed, because he didn’t want to come just yet. Which meant he had more things in mind. He jerked out of my mouth, breathing heavily.

“Your mouth is so good, but I’m going to be buried in your pussy when I come today.” He pushed the toy back in my mouth and then started with the strap.

Oh, hell yes, it felt good. Sharp and hard. Then he’d press a hand to my skin and the warmth would diffuse throughout my body. Helped by his other hand, which he trailed between my legs to tease my entrance.

I hummed around the fake cock in my mouth.

“That doesn’t sound like sucking.” The strap hit my backside harder than it had been striking. “Suck.”

I went back to sucking, but it was hard to concentrate on that when he was making other parts of me feel so good. I sank back into my fantasy, pretending the shadowy man was in front of me. I worked my mouth harder.

Nathaniel’s fingers pushed inside me. “Mmm, now you’re ready.”

Again, there was no warm-up, no hesitation, just his spoken word followed by an all-consuming thrust. I almost bit the toy, but caught myself in time.

Behind me, his hands grabbed my ass and I groaned because the sharp pain left by his strap meshed with the sinfully sweet push and pull of him in and out of me. Together it had me seeing stars.

“Work that mouth around that cock,” he said. “Imagine you’re being fucked by two cocks. Two cocks filling that naughty body.” He grunted and shoved inside harder.

It didn’t take much for me imagine it. I could see the scene that played out in the courtyard in my head. It took nothing to picture me in place of the woman, held between two strong men, both of them using me for their pleasure.

Nathaniel smacked my ass again and I moaned, almost dropping the cock. He started circling his finger around my clit, brushing it with every other thrust. Fuck, I was so close.

My eyes flew open. He hadn’t given me permission to come and my mouth was full, so I couldn’t ask.

He kept up his rhythm with both his hips and his fingers while I started reciting German in my head. I squeezed my eyes tight as an orgasm threatened to overtake me. Oh, hell, I couldn’t stop it.

“Come.”

With his permission, I dropped my control and within seconds, my first release was shaking my body. My nose flared with my heavy breathing, but I didn’t drop the toy.

“Fuck yes,” he said, and thrust once more, spilling himself inside me.

He stayed buried in me for only a few seconds before pulling out and walking to my head and removing the cock. I took several deep breaths. Nathaniel took a nearby cloth and gently wiped my mouth.

“Sore here?” he asked, touching my lips.

“No, Master.”

“Good.” He glanced down at the toy. “No bite marks, good job. I imagine that wasn’t easy.”

“No, Master,” I said. “But it occurs to me, you must have to trust someone a lot to put such a sensitive body part in her mouth.”

“Just like you have to trust someone a lot to give him your submission?”

I smiled. He never let me forget how he treasured my submission. “I guess it is a lot like that.”

Daniel and Julie rode with us to Pennsylvania for the tri-state conference that Friday afternoon. Daniel had called Nathaniel earlier in the week to ask about traveling with us. Nathaniel told me later he thought riding with us would help alleviate some of Julie’s fears.

“Who are your kids staying with this weekend?” she asked not long after we left Wilmington.

“Lynne. It’s her first time keeping them overnight while we’re away.”

“Is that hard?”

“Yes, but I don’t think it ever becomes easy to go somewhere and not take your kids. Even when they stayed with Nathaniel’s aunt, they were on my mind a lot.”

Julie had met Lynne when she came by the house a few days ago. I didn’t tell her Lynne was also a submissive, though Nathaniel and I had discussed letting her attend a group meeting if she wanted to. If she decided she wanted to go, Julie would learn then.

“Lynne seems to get along great with the kids,” she said.

“Yes, and they love her. It’s working out so well. Even having her living with us twenty-four/seven.”

I had worried about having a live-in nanny. All the worry had been for naught, though. Lynne fit into our household so seamlessly it was already difficult to imagine what it would be like without her. I’d feared she’d be introverted and sometimes she was, especially around Nathaniel. But not when she was with Elizabeth and Henry; she was clearly happy and relaxed with them. She was so natural with the kids, and I was so glad we’d found a way to help her achieve her dream of being a teacher.

“I’m glad it worked out for you,” Julie said. “Dena’s been struggling trying to decide what to do when the baby comes.”

“She told me. It’s a hard decision.”

“Last time she discussed it with me, she said she was leaning toward quitting.”

“Really?” I asked.

Julie nodded. “I couldn’t believe it, to be honest. She’s always loved her job. But the more I thought about it, the more I really couldn’t see her still working. I think she’ll stay home, at least for a while.”

“Makes sense. I don’t see her giving up law forever.”

“The one thing I know won’t happen, though, is her becoming a judge like her father wants.”

“I hope he comes around after the baby’s born,” I said, thinking about what a help Nathaniel’s family was.

“I wouldn’t count on it. He’s still pretty upset she married Jeff.”

I didn’t say anything else. How would it have been if my father didn’t approve of Nathaniel? My mother had died years ago and my father still lived in Indiana where I grew up. We had a nice relationship, and he visited a few times a year and we went to see him when we could.

“You would think he’d suck it up for a grandchild,” I said.

“You would think.” Changing the subject, she asked, “Did you and Nathaniel stay overnight when you came to the conference before?”

“No, we just came for the day. Nathaniel said there are rooms in a side building to stay in overnight. Kind of like a hotel, but not really.”

“When’s he giving his talk?”

“Sunday afternoon. Tonight and Saturday night, if it’s like last time, there’ll be a party in the courtyard.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“We watched it from a balcony last time we came. It was fun, but it’d be a lot more fun if we stayed in the courtyard,” I said. “We wouldn’t even have to play. I’d be fine with dancing.”

“I’d love to dance. It’s been ages.” Julie’s eyes grew large. “Oh! I heard there’s a chance the owner will be building a similar space in Wilmington.”

“You haven’t heard the latest?” I asked, and she shook her head. “He is building a similar space. He’s going to start when he finishes the remodeling of the club in New York. Nathaniel’s going to be a partner.”

“Really? That’s so exciting!”

I nodded. “I think it’s going to be exclusively for the Partners in Play group.”

“That’s even better. I mean, I don’t mind having everyone over for meetings and parties, but after a while …”

Because he had the largest house in the group, plus a stocked playroom, and a guesthouse, most of the group’s meetings were held at Daniel’s house, so I knew where she was going and completed her sentence, “It gets old.”

“Very. I know Daniel will never say anything. He feels like it’s something he should do.”

“It’s a big responsibility and really too much to expect one couple to handle all the time.”

“At least now I know it won’t be forever and our time’s limited. That’ll help.”

Before too long, we were pulling through the iron gate. We stopped while Nathaniel gave our information to security.

“I like how safe this is,” Julie whispered.

“Me, too.” I knew anything Nathaniel was involved in would also have top-notch security in place. “In fact, Nathaniel’s going to bring up security with Daniel on Sunday morning when they meet to discuss changes to the group.”

Both men had agreed to set aside a few hours to discuss potential changes for the Partners in Play group. I was looking forward to the new regulations. Hopefully, they’d make everyone feel more secure.

The guard let us through and we took the driveway that led to a big stone building. But Nathaniel didn’t stop. Instead he drove around it to the separate facility we’d be staying in overnight.

The place was spotless. Painted with a light grayish blue and with a small fountain in the far corner, the building felt light and airy and calming. The floors were a light gray stone. It certainly didn’t look like any BDMS club I’d been in before.

“Master DeVaan said to apologize that he’s not here to welcome you personally,” the front desk clerk told us. She looked over all four of us as she checked us in. I wondered if she was in the lifestyle. I didn’t try to guess what role she took. I’d learned through the years, I guessed incorrectly most of the time. Currently, she looked as though she could fall on either side with a black T-shirt, hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her fingernails filed short and painted a neutral color. “There was a snag with the evening’s entertainment and he’s taking care of that.”

“It’s no problem,” Daniel assured her. “We’ll find our way around.”

The clerk nodded and lifted a folder. “Master West, I put a schedule in your packet. Your talk is highlighted with the time and location.”

Nathaniel thanked her and we made our way up to our room, telling Daniel and Julie we’d see them later. The color scheme from the lobby carried through to the room, which was similarly decorated in blue-gray. It was a good-sized room and held a king bed. Nathaniel pointed out the hidden loops at the corners.

“For tying people up,” he said.

Of course there would be ties. It was a BDSM club.

“Want to go look around?” he asked.

“Sure.”

He took my hand and for the next hour, we explored the property. My favorite area was the courtyard outside our balcony. A redbrick patio was done in a herringbone pattern and surrounded by willow trees. The branches swayed in the light breeze. At one end, a long buffet was being set up with tables and chairs nearby for eating. The other end, however, had a much different purpose.

While we watched, a handful of men were transforming the patio by adding benches, whipping posts, and a St. Andrew’s cross. I closed my eyes, imagining playing on some of the equipment while others looked on. I really hoped Nathaniel decided to play in the courtyard. It would be filled with people and, if it was the same as the last conference, hypnotizing music. To play in public with that atmosphere would be so much fun.

“Did you reserve a balcony?” I asked.

“No, we have one in our room. I didn’t see the point in reserving one.”

His answer was matter-of-fact and didn’t really tell me what I wanted to know. I sighed and opened my mouth to ask him if we could skip the balcony in favor of the courtyard, but he shook his head and put his finger over my lips.

“I’m not telling you my plans. Don’t ask me.”

He hadn’t collared me yet, so I thought about asking him anyway, but decided to trust him instead.

More people were arriving, and I recognized a few of the Partners in Play group. Evan and William arrived together and not long after they came in, Kelly arrived alone. Jeff and Dena weren’t coming and Cole was out of town. We walked over and made small talk. They all mentioned how they were looking forward to Nathaniel’s talk on Sunday.

For once, Evan and Kelly didn’t argue. At most of the group functions we’d attended in Wilmington, they seemed to bicker a lot.

I mentioned it to Nathaniel when they left to see the rest of the property.

“Maybe being out of town is good for them,” he said.

“We should keep them out of town, then,” I joked.

He laughed and then said he wanted to see the room he’d be giving his talk in, so we went into the main building to find it. The talks were to be held off the main lobby in large rooms set up with rows of chairs, like a theater. We went into the one he’d be speaking in and Nathaniel chatted for a few minutes with the woman setting up the sound system. Once everything was confirmed to his liking, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close, and kissed me.

“Let’s go get ready,” he said.

The music’s thump, thump, thump slowly worked its way from my ears, to my mind, and gradually eased into my muscles, loosening them, filling my body, and I soon found I was unable to do anything except sway to the beat.

While we had been eating dinner, a dance floor was put in the courtyard, flanked on one side by the play area and on the other, the eating area. Currently, the bulk of the people were on the dance floor. Men and women of all ages—from twenty to retirement—were dancing, and it didn’t seem to matter who they danced with. Men danced with men and women danced with women, and in one corner, a group of three men danced with one woman. Tonight, everyone was wearing masks and I thought maybe that accounted for the uninhibited mood.

Alcohol wasn’t allowed, so everyone was sober, but the very air seemed to be intoxicating. Even Nathaniel, who didn’t care much for clubs, was tapping his foot. He wasn’t acting as though he would be making any move to the dance floor, though. Daniel stood at his other side and Julie looked up expectantly.

“I don’t think this is my type of music, kitten,” he said. “If Nathaniel’s okay with it, why don’t you and Abby go dance?”

I glanced at Nathaniel and he nodded. “Go on, my lovely. I’ll get more enjoyment out of watching you than joining in myself.”

Julie and I didn’t have to be told twice. She reached for my hand and we made our way onto the middle of the dance floor.

Julie wore a half mask of navy and gold that matched the flirty skirt she wore. Her cheeks flushed a light pink as she turned toward me.

“I haven’t danced like this in forever,” she said.

I was wearing my black lace, one-sleeve dress. It was the same dress I’d worn to that seedy club in New York. But I chose it because it matched the black mask covering my face as well as the black leather collar that was very obvious with the low neckline of the dress and the way my hair was pulled up.

“Me neither,” I said.

We didn’t talk after that. The music was simply too loud. But I could feel her laughter as the crowd pushed us together. I closed my eyes and let the music sink into my body, allowing it to overtake me. My hips undulated and as the song went on, I felt as if I were the only person on the dance floor.

My eyes flew open as someone swung me around and I found myself facing a large wall of a man. I took a step back, my eyes searching the crowd at the edge of the dance floor for Nathaniel. I expected him to motion me back, but instead he nodded. To my left, Julie was dancing with another guy I didn’t recognize. When she saw me looking, she shrugged. Apparently, Daniel hadn’t minded, either.

It made me feel wanton and wild. I didn’t recognize the woman I became on the dance floor. Whoever she was, she was free and uninhibited. Very similar to when Nathaniel and I played in front of people. I wasn’t sure why, but even though I felt like someone else, for some reason I still felt safe and secure. I couldn’t make sense of it, but I didn’t worry about it, either. I didn’t know the large man dancing with me, but he made me feel sexy and sensual—not attracted to him, but just feeling sexy in my own skin.

I threw a look over my shoulder and I knew what it was. Though Nathaniel was watching me with that intensely sexy look of his, others in the room were, too. It was the same as having sex in public. Something about people watching me, wanting me, but unable to touch me. Hell, part of me thought it made me sound like a freak. And I was having too much fun to feel like a freak, so I decided not to think about it anymore. Instead I looked back to Nathaniel.

He watched me with a look of unadulterated lust and longing. He no longer tapped his foot, but stood completely still, his eyes locked on my every move. I circled my hips, dipped my knees, and swayed with my arms over my head. For him.

Over his shoulder, I noticed a group of strangers watching.

For them.

But wasn’t that wrong?

I closed my eyes once more and imagined I was a harem girl, dancing for Nathaniel, my sheik. In my mind, I was naked and taunting him with my body. Showing him how I could pleasure him later with the moves of my hips.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but as it did, I grew more and more turned on. Needed him more and more. Craved his touch. Yearned for his command. And it suddenly hit me that the people watching saw how much dancing for him turned me on and that made me want to dance even more. For him. For them. They blurred together.

The music slowed and as it changed, I looked for Julie. When I found her, I motioned that we should head back to our men. I didn’t want the dancing to end, but I knew I couldn’t slow-dance with another man. Julie slid away from the guy she’d been dancing with and we slowly walked back to the edge of the dance floor.

“I can’t believe Daniel and Nathaniel allowed us to dance with those two guys,” she said.

We took one last look back to where we’d been dancing. The two men were now dancing with each other. Julie raised an eyebrow and I simply shrugged. Who knew?

As soon as I got within touching distance, Nathaniel took me in his arms, pulled me close, and whispered coarsely, “That was damn near the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I danced for you,” I said, pushing my hips against his, feeling his erection. “It was all for you.” Well, not all of it, but most of it. Maybe.

“I think I understand it now,” he said. “At least in part.”

“The dancing?”

“No, we’ll talk about it later.”

He pulled me in front of him so my back was to his chest. “Right now we’re going to watch for a few minutes. Then I’m showing you what happens to sexy submissives who tease their Dominants.”

“I look forward to it, Master.”

He ran a hand down the front of my body, brushing my breasts. “Did you enjoy putting on that little show?”

“I enjoyed dancing for you, Master. Knowing you were watching turned me on.”

His hand moved lower, inched by my belly button, making its way to where I yearned for him. “And did you know that nearly damn near every man in this place was watching you? Getting turned on by the way you moved that hot little body? Imagined it was them pressed up against you?”

“My mind was on you, Master. Wanting you to get turned on. Wanting you to imagine how you’d feel pressed up against me. I danced for you. But,” I whispered, “I knew they were there. I knew they were watching and saw me getting hot for you.”

His finger slipped even lower, so near my clit and yet not touching it. Just teasing. “It worked. I’m so turned on right now. Your little show made me so hard I might just bend you over a table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

It wouldn’t be so crazy. Already there were couples engaging in various sexual acts all around the courtyard. To our left, a woman knelt between a man’s knees giving him a blow job. In another corner a man had a woman pressed against a wall while he fondled between her legs.

I fluttered my lashes at him. “Yes, please, Master.”

Nathaniel brushed aside the fabric of my thong and dipped a finger into my arousal.

“The thought of me taking you like that turns you on, doesn’t it, naughty girl?”

I couldn’t very well say it didn’t, not when he could feel how wet I was.

“Oh yes, Master,” I said, grinding my pelvis against his hand. “It makes me so wet.”

His breath was hot in my ear. “What turns you on more, dancing with the other guy for me or thinking about my taking you in front of everyone?”