Текст книги "The Exhibitionist"

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“You taking me, Master.” Then to prove my words, I circled my hips again.

“Better watch it, Abigail. You don’t have permission to come. Though I bet these people would love to watch me spank your ass.”

I stopped my hips and waited. Maybe he’d let me come soon.

He removed his hand from my dress. “Hold that thought.”

“Hold that what?” I asked. Did that mean …?

“Is my naughty girl curious?”

“Very, Master.”

His expression was pure evil enticement. “Too bad.”

He turned to his side and I realized Daniel had signaled for him. While the two of them spoke softly, I took Julie a few steps away.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked.

“We’re going to go back to our room. You?”

“I think we’re staying down here. At least I hope we are.”

She winked at me. “He knows you well. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

“I bet Daniel has something very exciting planned for when you get back to the room.”

“I think he does.” Her voice dropped. “And I have a pretty good idea what it is.”

“Oh?”

“He’s been preparing me for anal sex.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not sure it’s what he has planned for tonight, but I bet it’s sooner rather than later.”

“Trust me, if Daniel’s anything like Nathaniel—and so far, he has been—he has everything all planned out. And when it’s all said and done, you’ll probably end up loving it. Craving it even.”

It should have felt strange to be talking about anal sex while standing near a dance floor, but it didn’t. It was partly because Julie and I had grown close as friends. But probably it was also because sexual tension was so thick in the courtyard. Besides, I felt certain that if I walked over to the play area, someone would be having anal sex. Possibly lots of someones.

“I’ll just have to take your word on that. I don’t see me ever craving it.”

“Trust me,” I said. “I wouldn’t lie to you, especially about something this big.”

“It’s Daniel’s something big I’m worried about,” she said, half joking.

“You’ll be fine,” I said. “Matter of fact, call me in the morning and tell me how right I was.”

“It makes me feel better hearing that from you. It’s not like I don’t trust Daniel. It’s just I’ve never had anyone take me there before. You know?”

“Yes. My first time was actually when we were out of town as well.” I thought back to the Super Bowl weekend years ago, when we’d just gotten together and his cousin, Jackson, played pro ball. “I was scared to death, but he took it slow, making sure I got pleasure out of it, and to be honest, it was rather sweet.”

“Sweet? I don’t know if I believe that.”

“It hurt a bit, too. Even with the preparation.”

“That I believe.”

“You ready?” Daniel asked, coming beside Julie and putting his arm around her waist.

“Yes, Master.” She looked up at him with trusting eyes and I knew everything was going to be all right.

“See you later, Nathaniel. Abby,” Daniel said as they walked away.

“Follow me,” Nathaniel said after they left.

He led me away from the dance floor and over to the playing end of the courtyard. I froze momentarily when we made it to the spot between the two groups. I couldn’t look at just one scene. There were too many and I wanted to watch them all.

From what I could see, there were at least five couples in the middle of play that I saw from where we stood. One man was talking with another while a naked woman knelt at his feet giving him a blow job. The two men Julie and I had danced with were taking turns flogging a blond woman. I watched them for a bit. I’d seen a few threesomes play before, but I’d never witnessed tag team flogging. I imagined it felt pretty good from the breathy moans coming from the woman.

“That looks intense,” I whispered to Nathaniel, and was going to ask him if he’d done anything like it, but his expression stopped me cold.

He was watching the threesome as well, but he looked shocked. No, it wasn’t shock, it looked more like guilt. Which didn’t make any sense. Why would he feel guilty over a flogging scene? I looked at the two men again, but they appeared to know what they were doing and the blonde didn’t seem to be in pain. Quite the opposite actually.

“Master?” I asked. “Is everything okay? Do you know them?”

He startled and glanced down at me. “No, not at all. I was just thinking.”

“About what?” Whatever it was looked too serious for a party.

“About where the best place to fuck you would be.”

He spoke it a bit too quickly, but I didn’t call him on it. I highly doubted he was thinking of places to have sex with that look on his face. I didn’t want to dwell on it, so I hooked a finger through his belt loop and pulled his hips to me.

“What did you decide on, Master? I’m here to serve you in any way I can.”

He nodded to his left. “I want you facing that wall. Naked.”

Yes! Finally!

I shoved his odd expression even farther back in my mind and focused on the fact that we were finally going to do what I’d been wanting for so long. What I’d been fantasizing about.

I moved with seductive strides to the wall he’d indicated. Halfway there, I peeked over my shoulder to see if he was following. He was, but his head was turned so he could keep his eyes on the threesome.

He caught me staring and I swore he looked guilty again. But just for a split second. His countenance changed and he spoke in a low voice. “Keep going.”

I wasn’t sure what his obsession with the threesome was, but I wasn’t going to let it keep me from enjoying myself. Especially since he wasn’t sharing what was going on. I walked the rest of the way to the wall and turned to wait for him.

I’m not vain, but I knew I’d attracted some attention and there were several men watching me. At least I had someone’s undivided attention. I unbuttoned my shirt and was down to my bra by the time Nathaniel made it to me.

He stood in front of me and I undid the clasp at my back. “Will I be enough to keep your attention, Master?” It was a bit bratty, but his focus on the threesome irked me.

“Maybe,” he said. “You got anything under that bra that can keep me interested?”

“Just these.” I slid the bra off my shoulders.

His dark, lust-filled eyes were all the encouragement I needed. His and the handful of other men watching.

I felt excitement flutter in my belly and once more it was as if I was playacting. Almost like a role play. I lifted my hands to cup my breasts. “Will these work, Master?”

“I don’t know. Pinch them. Hard.”

I rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger before giving them a pinch.

“Did it hurt?” he asked.

“No, Master.”

“Then you didn’t do it hard enough. Do it again. Make it hurt.”

Normally, I’d obey, but I wanted to make sure I had his entire focus. “If it pleases you, Master, I’d like for you to do it.”

He didn’t hesitate, but sprang forward, pushing my back against the wall and palming my breasts with rough hands. His lips crushed mine.

He pulled back long enough to ask, “Are you sure this is what you want?” and I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about the way he pinched my nipples.

I rolled my pelvis against his. “Yes, Master. I want them all to see you take me.”

“I bet you do.” He fumbled with the button on his pants. “I bet you can’t wait to show off how much you like my cock.” He pushed down on my shoulders. “Suck it.”

I dropped to my knees, and his fingers twisted around my hair as I took him in my mouth. He thrust forward and I barely had a chance to inhale before he hit the back of my throat.

“That’s it.” His hands tightened in my hair. “Take it just like that.”

I worked my mouth around him, taking him deep, showing him and everyone watching how much I loved to serve him, how serving him turned me on. I closed my eyes and relished the sharp tugs he gave my head as he worked his hips.

It wasn’t his plan to finish with me on my knees and before he came, he pulled out. “Stand up.”

I leisurely rose to my feet and I no longer had to worry about his attention being elsewhere. He watched me with such intensity I knew I was the only thing on his mind. I slowly licked my lips. “I love your taste, Master.”

He gave me a wicked laugh. “Hands on the wall. Bent at the waist.”

I took the few steps to the wall and situated myself, looking over my shoulder when I was in place. “Like this, Master?”

I kept my eyes on him, but from the periphery I noticed we’d attracted a handful of onlookers.

“Someone’s being a little sassy tonight, aren’t they?”

“You bring it out in me, Master.”

And he knew it, too, judging from the way the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Face the wall.”

I’d rather be facing the crowd, so I could see their reactions to what we were doing, but I turned and faced the wall.

“Good thinking on my part not to have you wear anything under this skirt.”

Cool air brushed my skin as he lifted the skirt, and desire swelled low in my belly because I knew my ass was bared for all to see. I jerked when he smacked my backside and then groaned at how good it felt.

“You’re such a bad girl getting turned on by having your ass spanked in public.” He smacked it again. Harder. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master. So bad.”

He rained smacks across my flesh and I couldn’t keep the moans of pleasure to myself. “Green, Master,” I said when he stopped.

“No,” he said. “No more. I’m hard as hell and I’m going to get some relief now.”

As he moved against me, I realized he hadn’t even taken his pants off completely. But they were clearly open enough because less than a second later, he thrust into me. He went so deep and felt so good my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Oh, hell yes, Master.”

His only response was to grab my hair with one hand and jerk my head back as he drove into me again. “Quiet.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound because oh my God, he felt so good. He kept one hand in my hair and worked the other one between my legs to tease my clit. And the entire time, he continued his pounding rhythm, making good on his promise to seek his own relief.

“Get there, Abigail.”

It wouldn’t take me long. I felt my release grow closer with every thrust of his hips and each teasing sweep of his fingers. And still he didn’t let up.

The crowd around us started murmuring and in the distance I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s orgasm. They are watching us. Watching me. Almost. Almost.

“Come.”

A few more teases of his finger and my climax crashed over me. He grunted in victory and gave my hair one final tug before allowing his own release.

The space around us seemed suddenly much more quiet and it finally hit me that the music had stopped. The only audible melody was the sound of pleasure from the couples around us and our own pounding hearts.

Nathaniel groaned behind me, but pulled himself up and smoothed my skirt down. I wasn’t sure I was physically able to move. He rubbed my arms and took my hands. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay, Master. Just on pleasure overload.”

He kissed my neck. “Let me help.”

His touch no longer bore its earlier hastiness, but instead was gentle and controlled. He eased me up and away from the wall, picking up my discarded bra and shirt, and helping me back into them both.

The crowd, aware that we were finished, began talking among themselves and stepping away. Slowly, the noise level grew again. Or maybe it was only that my heartbeat slowed back to its normal rate.

“Ready to go to our room?” he asked with a soft kiss to my forehead.

His question made me realize how tired I suddenly felt and I wanted nothing more than to be in bed, held snuggly in his arms.

I swayed slightly. “Yes, Master.”

He slipped his arm around me, holding me close and secure, and we headed toward the courtyard’s exit and our waiting room. As ready as I’d been hours before to be part of the crowd, I surprised myself with how ready I was to escape it.

And I wasn’t positive, but I was fairly certain, right before we left the crowd completely, I sensed him turn his head. Looking back to the spot where the threesome had been.

Because we didn’t have anywhere to be the next morning and no one to wake us up, we stayed in bed longer than normal. It’d been so long since we woke up to each other. Hunger finally drove us out of bed and we dressed leisurely and hit a local café for brunch.

Nathaniel’s talk wasn’t until the next day, leaving us plenty of free time. We arrived back at the hotel after eating and stopped in the lobby to decide what sessions we wanted to attend. We stood off to the side, our arms brushing as we looked over the schedule.

The elevator doors pinged in the background and I would have continued looking over the schedule if the lady who stepped off hadn’t laughed. But she did and Nathaniel’s body stiffened at the sound. It was such a contrast to the easygoing attitude he’d had all morning that I glanced up and followed his eyes. What I saw hit me in the gut.

“That looks like Charlene,” I said.

Whoever she was, she hadn’t seen us yet. She was too busy laughing at something one of the two guys she was with said. I tilted my head. The same two guys from both the dance floor and the threesome scene Nathaniel had been obsessed with.

And he hadn’t said anything yet.

“It is Charlene.”

“It appears that way.” He spoke in that monotone voice I hated and his face held no expression.

The group of three moved closer to us and I knew exactly when she saw us. Her lips curved up into a smile that could only be considered evil and she excused herself from the two men.

“Nathaniel,” she said. “I thought we might bump into each other. I was surprised, though, to see you watching our little scene last night.”

Heat consumed my body. She was the reason he watched the threesome so intently the night before.

Nathaniel didn’t say anything. That pissed me off, too, until I saw him motion one of the men over. “Permission to address your submissive?” he asked the man Julie had danced with.

“I don’t care,” the man said. “She’s not mine. We just hooked up for the weekend.”

That dimmed her high-wattage smile just a bit.

Nathaniel nodded and turned to address Charlene. “Because of our working relationship, I would prefer we stay away from each other as much as possible in situations like this.”

“Of course,” she said. “Hello, Abby.”

Before I could reply, Nathaniel held up his hand. “You do not have permission to speak to my submissive.”

“My apologies.” She looked me up and down before heading out the door with the two men.

My body shook as the threesome walked away. What. The. Fuck? Charlene was a submissive? And Nathaniel knew?

It doesn’t mean anything.

I snorted at my brain’s attempt to reason with my emotions. It sure as hell meant something. If it meant nothing, Nathaniel would have told me last night what he’d seen.

He’s around submissive women all the time.

Yes, but he doesn’t work with them and have weekend meetings with them and they don’t fall all over him.

You told him you trusted him.

That was before I found out Charlene was also a submissive. Besides, the fact that I trusted him didn’t change the fact that I didn’t trust her.

Wonder how long he’s known.

That was a good question. Did he know when he hired her? Or did he find out later?

Does it matter?

It did. For some odd reason, I needed to know how long he’d known she was a submissive.

“Fucking hell,” I said as understanding hit me. “You knew. You knew she was a submissive.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Nathaniel said.

I didn’t want to go upstairs. I wanted to go somewhere and be by myself so I could process this new information. But I was in a relatively strange place and I didn’t know it well enough to determine where I might find a quiet spot.

I did know that we should get out of the lobby, so I gave Nathaniel a curt nod and breezed past him to the elevator bank. I might be going upstairs, but I wasn’t going to touch him.

When we got to our room, I suddenly felt exhausted and I plopped down on the couch and crossed my arms.

“How long have you known?” I asked.

“I found out the weekend we moved that she was a submissive.”

Not too long ago, then. “So you didn’t hire her because you knew she was a sub?”

“I don’t make it a general practice to hire someone based on their sexuality. Opens you up to lawsuits.”

“But the fact is, you knew and you didn’t tell me.”

“To be honest, there never seemed to be a good time to say, ‘Hey, by the way, Charlene’s a submissive.’”

“So you decided not to tell me anything. Because that’s so much better.”

“Frankly, my employees’ sexuality is none of your business.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but stopped. There was more to it than me wanting to know about his employees’ sexuality and he knew it. The fact was, there would always be animosity between me and Charlene. It didn’t have to be right and it didn’t have to make sense. It just was. And no matter how often Nathaniel and I argued about her, discussed her, or whatever you wanted to call it, I would never like her.

The best thing for me to do was to shut up and deal with it. “You’re right. It’s none of my business. I won’t mention her again, much less talk about her.”

Those were the words I spoke, but inside, I was chanting:

Charlene’s a submissive and Nathaniel knew.

Charlene’s a submissive and Nathaniel knew.

Charlene’s a submissive and Nathaniel knew.

Then I asked myself if I was going to let her ruin my entire weekend.

No. No, I wasn’t.

“What’s first on our schedule tomorrow?” I asked Nathaniel.

“Don’t you want to talk about this?”

“You just, very eloquently I might add, correctly informed me that your employees’ sexuality was none of my business. You know Charlene’s a submissive. She knows you’re a Dominant and that’s how we’re going to leave it. That’s all there is to it.”

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t believe me. He knew as well as I did that that wasn’t all there was to it. Maybe I’d bring it up later. When I wasn’t feeling as emotional about it. The last time I’d gotten into a heated discussion about Charlene, I ended up on the receiving end of a discipline flogging.

Technically, what earned me the flogging was calling Nathaniel a liar while I wore his collar. But I blamed that on Charlene, too.

“In that case,” Nathaniel said, “there’s a session on electrical play I wanted to attend starting in fifteen minutes.”

That night the dance party was even louder and more crowded than the night before. I was glad. I didn’t want to run into Charlene at all, and the more people between us, the better. The afternoon had been awkward with Nathaniel. The joviality we’d had earlier in the weekend was gone.

But I had said Charlene was a done and finished deal, so I couldn’t very well keep bringing her up. Maybe, I thought, if I refused to mention her name, and tried not to think about her, she wouldn’t bother me as much.

It hadn’t worked so far.

Julie and Daniel had been unsuccessful in lightening our mood. They’d tried during an early dinner, finally giving up when it became obvious neither Nathaniel nor I wanted to have the mood lightened. Currently, they were dancing together. Daniel must have decided he didn’t want to spend another night watching his woman dance with another man.

Julie looked just fine with that. Though she’d danced with the stranger the night before, she was definitely less inhibited with Daniel. Her dance was hypnotic to watch and there were more eyes than just Daniel’s following her every move. My feet itched to join in.

Nathaniel wouldn’t be dancing with me. Not only did he look completely uninterested, but I’d recently spied Charlene step onto the dance floor with her two men. After the run-in this morning in the lobby, there was no way in hell Nathaniel was going to set foot on it with her there.

I closed my eyes and let the music sink into my skin. I wanted to dance. It was so easy to remember the feelings I’d had the previous night. The freedom, the power, the pleasure. I wanted to feel them again.

“May I go dance, Master?” I asked. Obviously, he wasn’t going to voluntarily tell me to go dance.

“Yes.”

I waited for him to say more. To tell me who I could dance with or how long I could dance. Something. But there was nothing. Just that one word.

With a shrug, I made my way to join in with the dancers.

Something almost magic hit me as soon as my foot touched the dance floor. Probably it was only that the music was louder and I was feeling the excitement and joy from all those bodies. I swung my arms over my head and started swaying in time to the music.

“You dancing?” a middle-aged Dom asked me.

I couldn’t talk to Doms in a club without Nathaniel’s permission, so instead of verbalizing my response, I answered with my body and moved closer to him. He kept his distance, aware because of the collar I wore that I belonged to someone else. Still he danced with me, and several of our moves received a few catcalls.

Not long after we started our dance, another Dom joined our twosome and I laughed to myself when I realized I matched Charlene for the number of men I was dancing with. I looked across the dance floor to see if she was still there, but I couldn’t find her.

“She yours?” the new Dom asked the one I’d been dancing with.

“No,” he replied. “I thinks she belongs to the tall guy in the back with a scowl on his face.”

That certainly sounded like Nathaniel.

A faster song started and our little group grew by another guy. Three. I’d never danced with three men at one time before. The new guy was young and he could move. I inched closer to him to match what he was doing.

“That’s it,” he said. “Move those hips.”

I didn’t reply, but moved them slow and sultry, exaggerating my movements in a suggestion of more intimate activities. I ran my hands down my body and across my chest, rubbing my nipples.

This was what I needed. This time to let go and dance and be free. To be watched and to feel sexy and wanted. To let the music sweep me away.

“That’s enough, Abigail.”

I opened my eyes and found Nathaniel in front of me. Although the music still played, the three Doms had left.

Damn him for stopping my fun.

“Is something wrong, Master?”

“Do you plan to dance with every male in the place?”

Was he serious? He was pulling the jealous card? After Charlene?

The nerve.

“Only the Dominant ones, Master.”

“Are you purposely trying to irritate me?”

I put my hands on my hips. There was no way I was going to stand there and listen while he acted all jealous. I’d only been dancing. “You said I could dance, Master. You didn’t give me any restrictions or instructions. With all due respect, if you didn’t want me doing something, maybe you should have told me.”

He lowered his voice. “With all due respect, my ass. I shouldn’t have to tell you I don’t want you dancing with half a dozen men at one time.”

“Three is hardly half a dozen, Master.”

He stared at me for a long minute, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Go kneel next to the willow tree in the far left corner,” he finally said.

I huffed, but followed his command. Our confrontation had garnered some attention. And not the good kind. I walked quickly, but with enough attitude so he’d know I was pissed.

He wasn’t far behind me and he stood over me almost as soon as I went down on my knees.

“People are watching,” he said. “Not exactly the type of attention you like, is it?”

“No, Master.”

“Maybe you should have thought about what kind of attention you wanted before you got up and decided to dance with half the men at the party.”

I really didn’t see what his problem was. He didn’t seem to have minded the night before when Julie was with me and we danced. But I had his collar on, I’d already been bratty, and it didn’t feel like the right time to point out how inconsistent he was being.

I saw a pair of shoes walk up in my peripheral vision and stop nearby. Great, more onlookers. I enjoyed sexy times with people watching, but I didn’t enjoy sharing with them when I got in trouble.

“You want to see what it’s like to be with another Dom?” Nathaniel asked. “Is that what this new fascination with playing in public is leading to?”

“No, Master.” Where had that come from? How did he jump from playing in public to me being with another man? Surely he hadn’t got all that from my dancing.

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“I don’t know how to prove it, Master.”

“You there,” Nathaniel said, and I realized he was talking to the man who stood nearby. “Want to help out?”

Oh my God, what is he doing?

The stranger grunted and from the sound alone, I couldn’t tell if it was an affirmative reply or a negative one. His shoes came closer to me, which I took to mean he’d agreed to be part of the scene.

“This is one of the men you were dancing with, Abigail.”

I’d have to take his word for it. I hadn’t exactly been looking at the guys’ shoes when I was dancing.

“I think he wanted to make sure you were okay. You have permission to speak to him.”

I kept my gaze focused on the floor. “I’m very much okay, Sir. Thank you for checking.”

“Is that your idea of thanks?” Nathaniel asked.

What the hell did he want me to do? Kiss the guy’s feet in thanks? “How should I thank him, Master?”

“Properly,” a gruff voice I recognized from the dance floor said.

My heart pounded and the blood rushing through my body buzzed in my ears. Everything seemed to fog over.

Did he mean what I thought he meant? And Nathaniel was going to allow it?

Somewhere in front of me a zipper was being lowered.

Though the fog that was still clearing in my brain, I suddenly became very aware of what and who was in front of me. It was a stranger and he was unbuttoning his pants. I didn’t want to look up and see him. I could do this, but I didn’t want to see his face. For whatever reason, that seemed important.

Slowly, he took his jeans down and I focused on his cock. It was sizable, and very erect. And pierced.

“You’re pierced.” I felt my cheeks flush as soon as the words left my mouth because of course he was. And of course he knew it.

“The submissives at the club seem to like it,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. But he might as well have poured ice-cold water over me because that simple sentence brought the image of one specific submissive kneeling at a club.

Charlene.

And it wasn’t a stranger she knelt before in my mind. It was Nathaniel.

Time stopped as I pictured him taking his pants down and her licking her lips, desperate for him. He stroked his cock. “Ready for a taste?”

But when she opened her mouth to engulf his cock, it wasn’t Charlene. It was me. I was Charlene.

The vision disappeared and the only thing in front of me was a cock that wasn’t Nathaniel’s.

Oh my God. I was Charlene.

“Stop. No! Red.”

“What the hell, man?” the stranger asked, and I realized I hadn’t been the one to safe-word. Nathaniel had done it.

“We’re leaving,” Nathaniel said, and his voice was shaky.

So he was upset. Good. I would hate to be alone in my pissed-off state.

“Whatever,” the stranger said. I kept my eyes on the floor as he zipped his pants back up and left.

“Are you okay?” Nathaniel held out a hand to me, but I jerked away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” I said. “You were trying to turn me into her.”

“What? Who?” Nathaniel asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Charlene,” I said, putting as much disdain as possible in that one word.

“What?” he asked again.

“How long have you really known she was submissive? You’ve known all along, haven’t you? And I bet you thought that if you could convince me to do a threesome, I wouldn’t be able to say anything if you wanted to play with her.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Look at it from my perspective. If you allow me to play with other men and you even go so far as to introduce a third, is it so far out there that you would come to me and say, ‘I’m bringing another woman into the playroom. You shouldn’t have a problem with it, since I brought another man in it for you’?”

“You’ve got it completely wrong. I don’t want Charlene. If I wanted to be with another woman, there are easier ways to go about doing it. And I don’t want to share you. I don’t want to bring anyone into our time. But I saw the look in your eyes. You needed more and more and soon you’d have wanted to try two men at a time and I was willing to do that for you. Not because I liked it. I hate it. I would do it for you!”

“Excuse me,” a Dungeon Monitor said. “Is everything okay here?”

Shit. I’d forgotten we were surrounded by people. The guy was looking at me, waiting for a response.

Of course a DM would stop by. Someone had safe-worded and then we’d been arguing.

“Everything’s fine.” I stood up. “We’re actually headed to our room.”

I started walking toward the exit, not checking to see if Nathaniel followed. I heard him say something to the DM and then follow behind me. He didn’t say anything, though. In fact, there wasn’t a word said until we made it into our room. Then I finally turned to face him.

“What the hell was that?” I asked once he had closed and locked the door.

He turned around and I was momentarily stunned. He was so pale.

“I’m so sorry, Abby.”

He was sorry and I was fucking furious. “You should be. You had no idea who that man was. How dare you let him tell me to thank him properly!”

“There’s no excuse for what I did. None.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what got into me. It was watching you dance with those men and they kept coming up to join in. And I knew you liked being watched and I thought since you were dancing maybe you wanted to try a threesome and the thought of it killed me.”

“Because I enjoyed dancing, I obviously want to have sex with a stranger? That doesn’t even make sense. I have no clue how you thought that because I was dancing with a man I also wanted his dick in my mouth.”

“I know. You’re right.”

“Damn straight, I’m right.” He walked to the couch and sat down. I kept standing. “And tell me one more time how you found out Charlene was a submissive.”

He exhaled deeply. “The weekend we moved, I was meeting with her about the nonprofit. She asked if we could have dinner and I told her no. She kept asking. I finally let her know, in no uncertain terms, that I would be eating alone and to stop asking about it. She replied back with a ‘Yes, Sir’ that left me with no doubt she was submissive. Just as I’m sure she had no doubt I was a Dominant.”