Текст книги "The Exhibitionist"

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“I like that idea, Master.”

“I thought you might, you wicked girl.” He rocked his hips against me but didn’t enter me yet. He cupped my backside and squeezed. “I want you to imagine something with me.”

I was so impatient for him to fuck me, but I knew if I did as he instructed, it would be so much better in the end.

“See yourself in the mirror?” he asked. I lifted my head and took in what I saw. Naked, bent over, and waiting for him to take me. I thought I looked sexy as hell. Of course, that was due in part to him. On his knees behind me with that look in his eyes, he made the very air in the room feel sexy. “See?”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

“Imagine we’re in front of a group of people. That you’re bent over and begging to be fucked in front of a group. Do you see what they would see?” He slapped my ass. “Do you?”

“Yes, Master.” I could easily picture the three men we’d played in front of in Delaware months ago. Simon, Jeff, and a Dom I only knew as Master DeVaan.

He slipped a finger inside me, ensuring that I was ready. “What do they see?”

My eyes locked on our image in the mirror. He moved closer to me, cock in hand, and oh so slowly, pressed forward. Before us, we both watched as he entered me.

“They see you, Master,” I said. “They see you taking me. Ohhh, fuck. Yes.”

“You feel so damn good.” He ran his hands over my back, cupped my breasts, and stroked down to my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh as he held tight to my waist and thrust fully inside.

I couldn’t tear my gaze from the mirror and I watched him pump in and out. In my mind, there were more than the three men watching. There were lots more and many were strangers. Watching Nathaniel move inside me turned them on.

“They can’t keep their eyes off you. How your pussy takes my cock. Spreading to take it all. The men wish they could feel how tight you are.” His hips moved in a slow rhythmic stroke, going deep and retreating. “I’m fucking you slowly to give them more time to picture it. Love watching you stretch so you can take my dick. Next time I’m fucking your ass and I’ll have you watch that.”

My body shivered at the thought. I loved watching him use my body for his pleasure and was certain watching him take me there would be a complete turn-on.

“You like that idea, Abigail?” he asked, and instead of waiting for an answer, he picked up his pace. “But the truth is, no matter how vividly they imagine it, it’ll never compare to the real thing.” He paused, worked himself deeper, and then started again with short strokes.

I arched my back, trying to get more of him inside me. When that didn’t work, I moved my hips in time with his thrusts. But he was still holding back.

“Hold still,” he said. “See how my cock’s claiming you? Do you feel it?”

“Yes, Master.”

He positioned himself for better balance and I knew I was in trouble. His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Hold on.”

I took a tighter grip on the headboard. He pulled out just a bit and then thrust into me hard and deep and it felt so good. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He withdrew again and pulled my hips to meet his thrusts. “Eyes open and on the mirror. Watch me ride you.”

I shifted my eyes to our reflection, and the sight of him working his hips to get as far inside me as possible, the way his muscles flexed, his entire body moving with one goal, was almost enough to send me over the edge.

He was beyond talking now, his entire being focused on his body and what it wanted. My orgasm continued to build and I looked at where our bodies joined. He was hard and long and the sight of him pounding into me, and the way I opened for him, was quite possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His hands gripped my hips even harder as he repeatedly drove into me. He held still and shifted his hips again, hitting the spot he knew would set me off. He spoke only one word.

“Beg.”

“Please, Master, let me come. Please. Please.”

“Yes.”

“Oh … holy … fuck!” I panted, and my orgasm, so long denied, crashed over me, shaking my body. It seemed to last forever, rolling through me in wave after wave. I savored every second of it, transported in a way I hadn’t been before. When my breathing calmed, I whispered, “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”

“I’m going to come so hard.” He was still pumping in and out of me. “Turn around. I want you to swallow.”

He pulled out and I barely had time to turn around before he pushed me down on the bed and within seconds, he thrust himself into my open mouth.

“Yes,” he hissed. He pumped in and out two or three more times and then held still. “Fucking swallow all of it.”

I gulped hard, not wanting to spill anything. He finally stopped coming and slipped from my mouth. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself down to the bed and took me in his arms.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. Thank you.”

“I think I will install mirrors in the playroom.”

“I like that idea, Master. But you know, the mirrors were hot and it was a turn-on watching, but the real thing is hotter.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “That wasn’t real? Because I feel like I ran half a marathon.”

“Not that part, Master. I mean the part about people watching.”

He smiled and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “Little did I know when I took you at the Super Bowl that you would turn into such an exhibitionist.”

“I like it when people watch, Master.”

“Yes, I’m learning you like it very much.”

I settled back into his arms. “The Super Bowl, the men in Delaware, the play parties. Especially the parties at our house, Master. I like it all. There’s something about being watched, but knowing no one can touch me, that is such a turn-on.”

“Tell me,” he said, and his voice was serious. “Is a threesome something you want to experience? Something like the afternoon we had Jeff over, but with the third being more active?”

I had to think about that. The novels I read made it sound interesting and hot and fun. I’d enjoyed the afternoon Jeff was invited to play with us. But that was a long cry from someone other than Nathaniel touching me sexually.

“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. “I don’t think I’m ready for more than just you at the moment. Right now, this very second, there’s only one Dom I want to serve and only one Dom I want to control me.”

“You’ll let me know if you change your mind?”

“Of course.”

We stayed silent for a few minutes. His hand stroked slowly up and down my arm and I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. He lifted my chin and captured my lips with his. His mouth was so strong and yet he somehow managed to convey his love and adoration with his kiss. I turned, facing him, and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him again.

He moved forward, lowering me to the bed, his hands moving to my neck and unbuckling the collar.

“Wait,” I said. “I thought—”

“Not this time,” he whispered against my lips.

“Why?”

“Because I decided that what I want to do now is make love to my wife.”

He had never uncollared me so quickly and I wondered for a second if our talk about threesomes had been what changed his mind. Then he lowered his head and peppered kisses along the top of my breasts and I decided whatever changed his mind wasn’t important.

He was strong and commanding as my Dominant, but he was equally as passionate and loving as my husband and lover. Nights like this, when he took me slow and gently, almost reverently, weren’t very common, but I loved them just as much as when he took control of our joining. Either way, my body was always hungry for him.

Right before he entered me, he switched positions. “Ride me, Abby.”

And though being on top wasn’t my favorite, I moved to straddle him and lowered myself onto his cock.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “All feminine and strong.”

He took hold of my waist, but unlike the way he held me before, this time his hands were gentle. His goal wasn’t to control, but to simply touch me.

“I could watch you forever,” he said. “I’ll never grow tired of seeing you.”

“Good thing,” I said. “I’m never going anywhere.”

I moved up and down on him, mesmerized by his expression. His eyes were filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Lust, certainly, but something that spoke of his love and warmed me. Then he moved his hands up and fondled my breasts.

“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he whispered sweetly, and I continued to move on him, working my hips to get the most friction where I wanted it. When he threw his head back and arched his back, I knew I’d hit the right spot.

“I love watching you in this mood, too,” I said. “Seeing you take a different kind of pleasure in me.” I stopped speaking as my orgasm built and concentrated only on the heat that came from our joined bodies.

“You make me come so hard.” His voice was a strained combination of lust, love, and desire. He reached down and played with my clit. “I want to see how hard you come.”

His hand was what I needed to push me over the cliff of my approaching orgasm. I sucked in a breath and let it wash over me. Nathaniel wasn’t far behind and he came seconds after I did.

Afterward, he pulled me down and kissed me. “I love you,” he said, spooning himself behind me.

“Love you, too.”

“Does Nathaniel have the kids?” Dena asked the next Saturday as she drove us to Julie and Sasha’s floral shop, the Petal Pushers. She’d called earlier in the day to invite me to go with her for lunch.

“Yes. They’re going to explore our land some more. Last time they went out, he showed them our apple trees.”

“Your kids are great.” Dena’s hand swept across her belly.

“You’ll be exploring with your own before you know it.”

“It’s hard to picture it. I’m still trying to decide what I want to do about my job after the baby comes.”

“You still have time,” I assured her.

“Yes, and I’m grateful I have the option to stay at home if I want to. I know not everyone has that.”

“You and Jeff will find what works best for you and your family,” I said to her.

“It’s scary to think about the future. I’m so afraid we’ll make all these plans and I’ll lose this one as well.”

“When you have thoughts like that, you need to remember what’s true. The ultrasounds have been positive and the doctors have all said there’s no reason to expect that whatever caused your loss before will affect this pregnancy.”

She nodded, but I knew she wasn’t convinced. And there wasn’t anything anyone could do or say to change that. Anyone in her position would worry, and only time and giving birth to a healthy baby would calm her fears.

A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of a storefront building in the downtown area of Wilmington. The display window was filled with white and light pink flowers, a reminder to those passing by that wedding season was approaching.

“I didn’t realize it was a restored building,” I said.

“Sasha said they were able to negotiate a great price because the seller didn’t want to deal with any of the repairs.” She pointed above the front door. “They actually own the second floor as well. Sasha’s living there.”

I opened the door and held it for Dena. When we went inside, we found a large room filled with light and the colors and scents of beautiful flowers. Julie sat in front of a computer and Sasha sat beside her.

They looked up as the door chime announced our arrival.

“Dena, hey. And, Abby. I wasn’t expecting you.” Julie moved out from behind the counter and gave us hugs.

Sasha stood and came over to where we were. She was shorter than Julie and her dark hair was styled with spikes. A hard wind would have blown her away. She was so thin she looked gaunt.

I held out my hand. “Hey, Sasha.”

“Nice to see you again,” she said, shaking my hand.

“Everything going well?” I asked, and she nodded.

Dena gave Sasha a hug. “Let’s just eat here instead of going out. I’ll order pizza. That’s what I’m craving today.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. “As long as it’s decent. I haven’t had decent pizza since we left New York.”

“Are you a pizza snob?” Julie asked.

“After living in New York City for years, I’m most definitely a pizza snob,” I answered. “I’m not a snob about most things, but I can’t take bad pizza.”

Dena shook her head. “No worries, my first date with Jeff was at an Italian restaurant and they have wonderful pizza. Trust me.”

“We can go upstairs and eat once it’s delivered,” Sasha said. “It’ll be more comfortable.”

Thirty minutes later, we sat in Sasha’s apartment, eating a delicious lunch. Julie and Dena were as jovial as ever, but Sasha was more withdrawn. I wondered if it was because I was there or if she was still suffering from depression because of what had happened with the bullwhip.

“Everyone going to the play party next weekend?” Julie asked.

Dena had a silly grin on her face. “Yes, your place, right?”

Julie giggled. “My place, I like that.”

“I knew you would,” Dena said. “Jeff and I will be there.”

“I’ll be there,” I said.

“I’m thinking about going.” Sasha spoke with trepidation and all three of us looked at her. “What? I talked with my therapist. I’m not ready to play or anything. Hell, I don’t even want to date. But I think it’s time for me to go to a party.”

“Have you spoken to any senior members about it?” Julie asked.

“Does Dena being here and listening to me count?”

“Probably not,” Julie said with a raised eyebrow to Dena.

“We talked about it briefly when I came by a week or so ago,” Dena said. “But I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d be interested in attending this soon.”

“What are the concerns about Sasha attending?” I asked.

“The last time she went, she had a panic attack,” Julie said.

Sasha shot a glare at Julie. “That was months ago.”

I couldn’t tear my focus away from the two friends. Since we would be joining the group, I was particularly interested in Julie’s reaction to Sasha mentioning attending. And, I’d admit, I felt a bit like a mother hen, especially toward Julie, what with her being so new to the lifestyle.

Julie walked to where Sasha sat on the couch and knelt before her, taking her hands in hers. “You showed up at my house after, crying, shaking, and told me you were never going back. I sat by your side for weeks with you giving only one-word, yes-or-no answers. I love you like a sister and I finally have you back. I’m scared if you go to the party, the real you will disappear again.”

“The real me won’t return until I reclaim that part of my life.”

“What if going sets you back another three months?”

“What if it doesn’t?” Sasha squeezed Julie’s hands. “Don’t you see, I have to find out. I have to try. I see you and Daniel and how happy you are and I think, That’s due in part to me. I’m the one who urged you to join the group and I’ve watched you grow into a satisfied submissive and find peace with it. So call me jealous or greedy or whatever you want, but I had that once and I want it back. I need it back.”

Silent tears ran down Julie’s cheeks. “Promise me you won’t disappear inside yourself again.”

“I promise.” One lone tear escaped from Sasha’s eye. “If I feel a panic attack coming on, I know what to do. I’m not defenseless.”

Listening to her talk and seeing how she responded to Julie, I believed Sasha was ready. I vividly remembered how it was to long for domination and not have it. It was time for Sasha to return to the group. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to Dena, and she caught the movement and looked my way. I tilted my head toward Julie and Sasha and nodded. Dena smiled and returned the nod. She thought so, too. I would have to give my opinion to Nathaniel.

Julie stood. “Dena, will you talk to Jeff about Sasha attending? I’ll do the same with Daniel. And, Abby, you and Nathaniel will be revising the requirements for inclusion in group?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll talk to him about being sure there are rules in place that will allow Sasha to feel safe when she attends.”

“Thank you,” Sasha whispered.

“I feel like I’ve been out of it the last few weeks,” Dena said. “Is Peter still in the group? Will he be there?”

Sasha cringed at Peter’s name.

Julie sat down at Sasha’s side. “Yes, he’s still in the group. Master Greene hasn’t released him from mentoring yet, and he could come to the party. I don’t know if he will.”

“Maybe I’ll suggest to Nathaniel that it’d be a good idea for Master Greene to keep Peter from attending this party.” I looked over to Sasha. “Or is that overstepping my bounds? I think if I were in your place, I wouldn’t want him there the first time I returned.”

Relief washed over her expression. “If you don’t mind, that would be great. My fear of running into him again is part of what’s held me back. I know I have to face him, but it’s all about baby steps. I think it’ll be easier to meet with the group and then deal with him than to deal with him and then meet with the group.”

I nodded. “I agree. You shouldn’t do them both at the same time, and group first makes sense to me.”

“We’ll all be there for support, Sasha,” Julie said. “You won’t be alone.”

“You guys are the best.” Sasha looked as if she might cry again, but she blinked and nothing rolled down her cheek. “Now let’s talk about something fun. Dena, tell us about all your wedding plans.”

Chapter Six

NATHANIEL

Abby was out with Dena and her other friends from the Partners group, and I was having a tea party with Elizabeth and Henry. The children had somehow lured Apollo into joining us and they’d grown too quiet in the few minutes I stepped out of the room to make a quick call.

There were hushed whispers as I returned to Elizabeth’s room, but then I heard Henry squeal, “Pretty!” and I knew I’d come to Apollo’s rescue just in time. I stepped inside to find Apollo with a pink feather boa around his neck, a pink “Princess” sash draped over his shoulders, and a sparkling pink tiara tied to his head. He looked at me as if to say, Pink really isn’t my color. Make them stop.

“How’s the tea party going?” I asked Elizabeth, who was dressed in a princess gown and a pair of Abby’s old shoes.

“Henry won’t wear his crown,” she said.

At the mention of his name, Henry smiled and pointed to Apollo. “Dada, he’s pretty!”

“Yes, Apollo certainly looks very pretty, but I think he needs to rest now. He’s old, you know, and playing princess tea party is hard work.”

“Is Apollo really, really old?” Elizabeth asked. “Like ten?”

“He’s closer to twelve,” I said, laughing inside that ten was really, really old.

“That is old.” She walked to Apollo as best she could in the shoes and started de-princessing him. “Go rest with Daddy, Apollo. We can play tea party later.”

Once he was no longer decked out in pink, Apollo stood up and shook, then trotted over to me. “Let’s go take Apollo outside and we can play on the swings.”

“Cookie. Please,” Henry said.

I glanced at my watch. “Too close to dinner. Mommy wouldn’t like it if I let you have a cookie now. Eat a good dinner and we’ll see.”

“I have cookies,” Elizabeth said, pushing an empty plate toward him.

Henry looked down and, realizing they were only imaginary cookies, told her, “Fix it.”

Elizabeth tried to explain why imaginary cookies were better and Henry didn’t believe her one bit. But he didn’t complain. They played together really well, at least most of the time.

Growing up as an only child, I’d always wanted a brother or sister. Then my parents died when I was ten and I lived with my aunt and uncle. Their son, Jackson, had been like the brother I’d never had. I’d always known that if I ever had children, I’d want at least two.

“Let’s go.” I picked Henry up to carry him down the stairs and Elizabeth followed with Apollo.

Later that evening, after Abby returned home from lunch with her friends, I pulled into Daniel’s driveway. He’d called while the women were at lunch and asked if I could stop by his house for a little bit. I’d just gotten out of the car when I heard voices near the patio.

“How long is Cole going to be at the guesthouse?” The question was voiced by a woman I didn’t recognize.

“I don’t know.” That sounded like Julie. “He’s been gone a lot. Traveling different places. I really can’t keep up with him.”

“Does he have a lot of … people over?”

“By people, do you mean women?”

There was a tight laugh and then, “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

“I haven’t seen anyone stay overnight, but that doesn’t mean he’s not inviting women over to play.”

“Just wondering.”

Julie sighed. “You know Cole’s reputation in the playroom, don’t you, Sasha?”

“I’ve heard some things.”

“From what I’ve picked up on, they’re all true,” Julie said. “Do you think about playing when you picture yourself back with the group?”

There was nothing from Sasha and I wanted to make my presence known before they started chatting again. I walked quickly, covering the distance in a few long strides. Turning the corner, I found them working in the garden that ran along the front porch.

“Hey, guys,” I said.

Julie sat back on her heels and smiled. “Hey, Nathaniel. Daniel said you were coming over. He’s in the sunroom at the back of the house. If you follow the walkway around, you’ll find him.”

“Thank you, Julie.” I glanced at Sasha. She’d put her shovel down and was looking at the dirt. Abby had told me about her conversations with Dena. I still had reservations about Sasha rejoining, but wasn’t sure exactly why. “Hello, Sasha.”

She didn’t look up. “Hello, Sir.”

“I prefer Nathaniel when we’re not with the group.”

She lifted her head, and a mischievous grin crept across her lips. “Does anyone ever call you Nate?”

“Not if they want a reply.”

“I didn’t think you looked like a Nate.”

I grinned. “What does a Nate look like?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I just know it’s not like you.”

“Sasha,” Julie said. “Come help me carry these empty planters to the greenhouse.”

The two women went back to their gardening and I followed the path around the house to the sunroom, finding Daniel exactly where Julie said he’d be.

He saw me and opened the door. “Hey, Nathaniel. Come on in.”

We took our seats at the dining table and I noticed a pile of paperwork at Daniel’s place. He picked it up and flipped through the stack.

“I’ve pulled the paperwork from all active members,” he said. “I thought if you were going to be redoing the application process, we might as well have everyone fill out paperwork and resubmit.”

“I was actually going to suggest that. I was thinking it was a good idea because Peter had been out of the mentor program for a while and Ron was still in it when he harassed Dena, so it’s not like we can point to one thing to identify as the breakdown.”

He leaned back in his chair. “I know you and Abby are coming to the party tomorrow night. I’ll be interested in hearing your thoughts after.”

I’d been to the group’s play parties before, but always as a guest. This coming weekend, Abby and I would attend as members. But more than that, we’d be looking for ways to improve safety and security for all members.

“Abby mentioned Sasha wanted to attend this weekend’s party,” I said. “What are your thoughts?”

“I talked to her when she came over to help Julie in the garden. I won’t lie to you, after what happened with Peter, I thought she would never join the group again.”

“She was that bad off?” At first, I’d been alarmed when I saw her. She still looked depressed. She was too thin and her eyes had the look of a person who didn’t sleep very well. But her comeback on the Nate thing showed me she had more fire inside than it at first appeared.

“Yes. She wouldn’t even stay and watch when I collared Julie.”

“But when you talked to her this afternoon?”

“She’s in a better place. I’m okay with her attending tomorrow night, but I’d like for us all to keep an eye on her and be there if she needs us.”

Sasha’s paperwork was on the top of the pile. I picked it up and glanced over it. “Abby said she wasn’t planning to play.”

“No, I know she won’t tomorrow. But I think it’d be good for us to be proactive and have a plan ready for when she is.”

A noise from outside caused us both to turn our heads. The two women had moved to the side of the house with their gardening. Cole stood with them holding a flat of flowers. But what had captured everyone’s attention was the petite woman at his side.

“Cole has company,” Daniel said. “First time I’ve known him to have someone over. Maybe he’s finally getting Kate out of his system.”

“She could be his editor.”

As we watched, he passed the flowers to Julie and then slipped his hand to rest low on the unknown woman’s ass.

“Or not,” I added.

“Yeah, I’m guessing not his editor. Wonder why he brought those back to Julie? I had them delivered to the guesthouse because that’s where she wanted them planted.”

“I saw her and Sasha working by the driveway.”

“She wanted to add some new plants and I want her to think of this as her home, too.” He laughed. “Though I told her I’d like it better if she planted in the nude.”

I chuckled, then glanced back outside. Cole and his friend had left, heading toward the guesthouse. Julie and Sasha appeared to be arguing. Julie looked up and Daniel motioned for her to come inside. She put the container down and walked toward us. Sasha followed, not looking happy at all.

“Hey,” Julie said, once inside. She sounded a bit huffy, and was clearly agitated.

“Did Cole have a problem with the plants?” Daniel asked.

“No, he thought they brought them to the guesthouse by mistake. He was going to take them back, but I told him to leave them. I wanted to fertilize them anyway. Then we can plant them.”

“There’s no we,” Sasha said, crossing her arms.

“Honestly, Sasha. I want to get these in the ground today.”

“I’ll do all the other plants.”

“You’re being absurd.”

Daniel cleared his throat. “Nathaniel, can you get me one of the blank checklists from the bottom of that pile?”

I took the pile of papers and gave Daniel a sheet from the bottom. I lifted an eyebrow. Sasha’s demeanor had changed from when I first arrived. If I didn’t know better, I would say she was being bratty because she was jealous. The look on her face reminded me so much of one Abby got when Charlene’s name was mentioned. Daniel nodded. He’d picked up on it, too.

“Sasha,” he said. “I need you to fill out a new checklist. You can give it to either me or Nathaniel at the next play party.”

Her cheeks were flushed when she took the paper. I hadn’t realized how pale she was until I saw the dark splotches on her cheeks.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said. “I was going to ask for a new one.” She looked back at Julie. “I’m going to fill this out. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Julie shook her head as Sasha walked away, but gave Daniel a quick kiss and headed back outside to finish.

“There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about,” Daniel said. “There’s a tri-state BDSM chapter starting and they’re looking for someone to lead some demos. I don’t think Julie’s ready for something like that, but I was wondering if you and Abby might be interested.”

“When and where are the meetings?” I asked, thinking it might be a fun way to further explore Abby’s exhibitionist side.

“The schedule’s still being worked on, but the first meeting is in Pennsylvania. I can give you the name and number of the person in charge if you think it’s something you’d be interested in.”

“That would be great. I’ll definitely talk to Abby about it.”

As I thought, Abby was excited about the possibility of the demos. I waited until we’d put the kids to bed and she came downstairs to the living room, where I was preparing for work the next day. I looked up as she entered and smiled when I saw what she had on.

“You look sexy as hell,” I said, appreciating the long silver gown she’d changed into.

She shot me a sultry smile and sat on the floor near my feet. I ran a free hand through her hair.

She hummed and leaned into my touch. “Mmm, thank you. I thought you might like this.”

“I like it very much.”

We sat in the stillness for several minutes. It was one of those rare and precious moments when everything seemed right, and I wanted to drink it in. My children and my wife, all together with me, healthy and happy. There was nothing more I wanted.

“How’d it go at Daniel and Julie’s today?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Good. Sasha was there. And Cole. With a woman.”

“Oh?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t meet her; they were going to the guesthouse.” I tapped her shoulder. “Come sit up here for a minute.”

She rose gracefully and curled up on the couch beside me. I wrapped my arm around her and inhaled deeply, smelling her hair.

“I did want to talk to you about something Daniel brought up.”

She looked up, expectantly.

“There’s a tri-state BDSM chapter starting up and they’re looking for couples to do a few demos.” I didn’t miss her look of excitement at the word “demo.” “It seems like you’re craving exhibitionism, and I thought this might be a good way to meet that need.”

“I have been fantasizing about playing in public a lot lately. I don’t know why.”

“Whatever reason there is, if it’s something you need right now, I want you to have it.”

“I don’t know if it’s a need or just a recurring fantasy.”

I ran my knuckles over her cheekbones. “Do you want to do the demos, regardless of why you’re fantasizing about it?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll do it.” I twisted a piece of loose hair around my fingers. “I’ll call the organizers tomorrow and get more information.”

“Do you know what they want us to demo?”

“Daniel said bullwhip was one. That’s why they called him first.”

Her excitement dwindled a bit at the mention of the bullwhip. “You’ve never used one on me.”

“True, but I have one and I know how to use it. I’ll just need some practice before I use it on you.” I tilted my head. “Does that make you not want to do the demo?”

“Oh no. I’m still very interested.”

“Even with the bullwhip?”

She leaned in for a kiss. “I trust you completely.”

That was what sometimes scared me. Not that she trusted me not to hurt her, but that she trusted me to fulfill all her desires and fantasies.

What if I failed?

I’d always enjoyed play parties. The way they vibrated with the sometimes subtle, sometimes blatant undercurrent of the power exchange we were all a part of. And I’d never stop enjoying the diversity of the participants. In one room you could happen across a Dom with two male submissives, and in another find a submissive being led by a leash. And there were those who looked as if they just finished shopping with the girls or had come straight from work.