Текст книги "The Exhibitionist"

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Nathaniel spanked my ass. Hard. Ow. Fuck.

“What was wrong with how you answered?” he asked.

Shit.

“I didn’t answer in German, Master.”

“Right, so answer the question again the right way.”

I repeated my answer as he instructed.

“Good girl,” he said. “I think that deserves a reward.”

I held still, not trusting myself not to move. “Ich danke dir, Meister.”

He took hold of my waist and then entered me with just the tip of his cock. It was torture, feeling him right there but not any farther. I could imagine how good it was going to feel when he finally took me.

But what the hell was he waiting for?

Holding his hips steady, he inched his hands up my body, brushing along my breasts, easing across my shoulders. Ever so gently he wove his fingers through my hair, caressing my scalp. It was slow and sensual and my muscles relaxed under his touch. I anticipated him entering me the exact same way. I sighed in bliss.

Before I finished my sigh, he grabbed my hair, jerked my head back, and thrust inside with one powerful stroke. I almost climaxed and stopped myself just in time.

“Holy shit, Master.” I forced myself to take long, deep breaths because I was still dangerously close to coming.

He held still and I gulped at how big he felt inside me. I wasn’t sure if it was the angle or our positions or what. But damn.

He rolled his hips, going deeper and hitting different spots. I gasped and blindly clutched the wall before me. Holy hell.

“Been too long, hasn’t it?” he said, and his voice was coarser than I’d expected.

“What?” My mind was overwhelmed by the physical sensations he’d created in my body. It couldn’t process anything requiring something as mundane as thought, much less conversation.

“Since I’ve taken you like this,” he explained. “Hard and fast and with the potential of people watching.”

“Yes,” I said in a half groan, half moan as he rolled his hips again. “Too long.” And I wished we were downstairs on the courtyard, where there was more than just the potential of people watching. It was a guarantee.

He gave a thrust and my chest scraped against the stone just as he said it would. It was just the right amount of ouch mixed with yes and please, again more.

“Tell me what they’re doing now.”

“In German, Master?”

“Of course.”

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, though they almost fluttered closed as he moved inside me again. My body shivered in response. Parts of me that had been dormant for far too long were waking up and I had to force myself to focus on the trio below us. If I didn’t, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back my climax.

“Tell me,” he repeated.

I worked through the German words in my mind and that was enough to keep my climax at bay. “One’s fucking her and the other just came in her mouth. Now he’s fondling her breasts.”

It probably felt similar to what I was experiencing with the stone wall. Though I did wonder if he was stroking or pinching. Was he being rough? As I watched, she let out a yelp. I saw her mouth move and his evil-looking smile at her response. Yes, he was rough and judging by her expression, she loved it.

Behind me, Nathaniel drove into me again and I let out my own yelp.

“You see her getting fucked? You’re in a similar situation, except with only one Dom.” He started moving faster and I panted in short, choppy breaths.

The woman’s head turned slightly and she seemed to look our way. I didn’t think we were visible, especially to those in the courtyard. Probably all she saw were moving shadows. But whatever she saw caused a smile to cover her face and she said something to the two men. They answered but didn’t look our way. However, I did notice the one started thrusting harder.

Or maybe that was Nathaniel.

Damn, I needed to come. But he had been right, he was acting diabolical and teasing every last ounce of pleasure possible from my body and it was taking all my self-control not to give in to my need to climax. Even translating the actions of the trio into German hadn’t helped that much.

“Need to come, Master.”

He didn’t pause in his thrusting. “You can come after she does.”

I almost whined. The big bulk of a man currently driving into the woman didn’t appear to be anywhere near reaching his own climax, nor did he seem to be concerned about when she had hers.

Nathaniel slowed down, but if I thought him doing so was going to give me any sort of reprieve, I quickly learned I was mistaken. Slowing down only allowed him to be more intent with his movements.

He took hold of the rail on each side of me and I upturned my hand. Knowing what I needed, he entwined his fingers with mine. We’d been in more intimate settings. We’d done kinkier things. And yet being on that balcony, feeling his presence around me and inside me, hit me with an emotional force that I’d never felt before. Perhaps because it was so close to being a very public scene and yet it was still very intimate and private.

After several long moments of Nathaniel’s seductive and sensual thrusts, he once more sped up. I glanced at the trio. They, too, appeared to be nearing release.

“Sie kommen, Herr,” I whispered in both relief and regret. They’re coming, Sir. Relief because that meant it would soon hopefully be time for my own release. Regret because the moment had been so perfect and there were never enough perfect moments.

“I see them,” he said. “You’re free to come as soon as she does.”

The Dom behind her took another handful of hair and pulled her head. Even sitting on the balcony, I clearly saw her back arch and her chest rise and fall in a deep sigh as his mouth formed the unmistakable shape of one word.

“Come.”

At his command, she relaxed into her climax. Her eyes fluttered several times and her body shook slightly. The man behind her kept thrusting through her release and wasn’t far behind with his own.

“Jetzt kann ich kommen, Meister?” I said, asking if I could come, and at his “Yes,” I loosened my grip on the tiny thread of self-control that had been keeping me from my orgasm. At the next pass of his body into mine, he dropped our clasped hands between my legs and rubbed my clit.

“Feel this,” he whispered, and moved our hands slightly so I felt him pushing in and out of me. “Feel me fuck you. Feel me as you come all over me. Squeezing me deep inside. Like you don’t ever want me to leave your body.”

His words were just the thing I needed to send me soaring over the cliff into my climax.

“There we go,” he said, still pumping his hips. He grunted as he went deep. “Come hard for me. Never get tired of feeling you come apart.” He held still inside while he rode out his own release.

He gently let go of my hands and rubbed my shoulders, slipping down the front of me to cup my breasts. “Sore?”

“Only pleasantly so, Master.” The dull ache of my nipples and between my legs was a welcome reminder of what we’d just shared.

“Come here.” He pulled me back to sit in his lap. From beside the chair, he took a warm blanket and draped it over my shoulders.

I sighed as contentment settled over me like the blanket. The intimacy of our time by the rail carried over to the chair and I snuggled deeper into arms. Usually, he’d hold me, but I lifted my head slightly and found his lips waiting to take mine in a kiss.

It was soft and gentle and he spoke in whispers against my mouth before cupping my head and slanting his own so he could kiss me fully. I lifted my arms to encircle his neck, feeling his muscles and basking in his warmth. He parted his lips and I followed, kissing him long and deep.

He pulled back and gave me a last quick kiss on the lips. “Better stop for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“You couldn’t be in better shape, Master.” He certainly had the stamina of a teenager.

His forehead crinkled a bit as he smiled. “Thank you, my lovely.”

I ran a hand down his chest, frowning slightly when I realized he still had his shirt on. “Of course, I could get a much better look and make a more accurate observation if you’d take your shirt off.”

“You do it.”

I looked around for a clock. “How long do we have the room, Master?”

“For as long as we want.”

“Good.” I kissed his neck. “Then I can take my time.”

He let my hands wander down his chest and I caressed him through the material. Teasing him. It wasn’t often when I wore his collar that I had free rein to touch him any way I wanted. The shirt he had on was a light blue dress one. I started at the top and unbuttoned the first button, leaning in to lick the skin it exposed.

“You taste good, Master.”

“Probably taste like salt.”

“Whatever it is, I could taste it every day and not grow tired of it.”

He chuckled lightly, but sucked in a breath when I undid the second button and nipped the skin. “Fuck, Abigail.”

“We did that already, Master.”

“Keep that up and we’ll be doing it again. Sooner rather than later.”

I kept my mouth to myself while I undid the rest of his buttons. I found, however, that once he was all unbuttoned, I couldn’t stop myself. I dropped my head and inhaled the scent of him, reminding me of oak and cedar.

He let out his breath in a low hiss. “Your breath is so warm.”

“Are you cold, Master?”

“Not with you in my lap. It’s only when you take a deep breath like that, it’s all hot and I imagine it lower.”

“I can go lower.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “I know you can.”

And since I had his collar on, if he wanted me to, he’d tell me. But for whatever reason, he seemed content with the way things were, so I stayed in his lap. With one fingertip, I traced one of his nipples, watching as gooseflesh pebbled his skin. He still didn’t tell me to stop, so I lowered my head and licked along the path my finger had taken. Then I sucked as much as I could into my mouth and bit him lightly.

He shifted in his seat but didn’t move.

“What are you thinking, Master?” It was a question he asked me often in the middle of a scene.

“Thinking about how much longer I’m going to sit here and let you play with me.”

“What have you decided?” I asked, nibbling along his neck once more.

“I’m not sure. I’m certainly enjoying your hands on me at the moment.”

And for the rest of our time in the private room, we stayed like that. Me in his lap, simply enjoying being close to each other and letting our fingers tease and touch. A simple way to pass the time and yet one we didn’t take advantage of often enough.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed on the balcony, but by the time we left, the night had grown darker and most of the partygoers below had left. And though we hadn’t done anything public, I felt satisfied and blissful.

Chapter Eight

ABBY

A few days after the tri-state meeting, I’d just sat down at my laptop to do research on an upcoming blog post when my phone rang. It was a New York number I didn’t recognize. I glanced at the clock—just after two. Both kids would probably sleep for at least another thirty minutes.

“Hello,” I said.

“Abby?” The voice was friendly, but I didn’t recognize it any more than I did the phone number.

“Yes.”

“This is Lynne. How are you doing?”

“Oh, Lynne, hey. I didn’t recognize your voice. How are you?” Lynne belonged to our New York BDSM group. We weren’t what I would call close friends, but we were more than passing acquaintances. Before the move, some months ago, her Dom, Simon, had participated in a scene Nathaniel set up in Wilmington.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve been better,” she said with a sigh. “That’s why I’m calling.”

Her reply made me curious about why she called. “What can I do to help?”

“You remember I worked as an admin for a legal firm, right?” she asked.

“Yes, sure,” I said. The firm wasn’t one of the largest in the city, but it was well known and had an impressive staff.

“They’ve had a rough few months and have decided to cut jobs. I’ve been let go as of last Friday.”

“Oh, Lynne, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Already my mind was spinning with how I’d be able to help. Nathaniel was my first thought. Surely with a corporation as large as his, he’d be able to find something for her to do.

“I’ve actually decided it’s the kick in the pants I needed to push me to do what I’ve been wanting to do.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“I’ve always dreamed of being a teacher, but I never did anything about it. Now I’m thinking that maybe I should. I can’t right now, obviously. I mean, I don’t even have a job and I don’t have the money saved for school. But I heard you were looking for a nanny.”

It took my brain a few seconds to catch up with her words. “Yes,” I finally said. “Yes, we are.”

“If you haven’t found anyone, I’d appreciate the opportunity to interview for the position.”

“The position is still available.” We had yet to find someone we connected with who also connected with Elizabeth and Henry. “You know we’re living part-time in Wilmington, Delaware, now?”

“Yes, I have family about twenty miles from there. So I’m familiar with the area.”

The more I thought about it, the more and more I liked the idea of Lynne working for us as a nanny. I’d always liked her, and having someone in the lifestyle would make many things easier for us. “Are you free this weekend?” I asked. “Would you be willing to come to Delaware to meet with me and Nathaniel and be introduced to Elizabeth and Henry?”

“This weekend would be perfect!” Her voice nearly hummed with relief.

“Great! Let me confirm a time with Nathaniel and I’ll e-mail you details.” No sooner had I spoken the words than a thought hit me. “What will Simon think about you being in Wilmington?”

She didn’t answer and the silence was so absolute I looked at the phone to make sure she hadn’t hung up.

“Simon broke up with me,” she finally said.

“Oh, Lynne, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“I know we were only together for a little while, but I really liked him. We tried playing a bit, but he said I wasn’t ready. He thought I wasn’t really a submissive.”

I didn’t know Simon very well, but it didn’t sound like him to break up with her so suddenly. Something else must’ve been going on with them—or at least with him.

She sighed. “I don’t know what I did wrong. And then when I asked him about it, he wouldn’t talk.”

“That really doesn’t sound like Simon. Something’s going on. I’ll have to talk with Nathaniel.” Nathaniel knew him better than I did, so I hoped he might be able to find out what was going on.

“Oh no, don’t do that. I don’t want Simon to know I was talking about him.”

“He won’t know. I’ll just ask Nathaniel if he knows what’s going on.” She didn’t say anything, so I continued, “I promise Simon won’t know you were talking about him.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” The monitor at my desk crackled with Henry’s babbles. “I have to go, kids are up. I’ll be in touch.”

I jogged up the stairs, elated because I was willing to bet I’d just found our nanny.

Later that night, after the kids were asleep, Nathaniel and I were relaxing together by the indoor pool. We’d just finished doing laps and were sitting in our deck chairs, both wrapped in robes. We’d turned on a few low lights and lit some candles I kept out by the pool, so the room was bathed in simmering shadows.

“Something must have happened with Simon,” he agreed after I told him about my conversation with Lynne. “I only wish I knew what.”

“When was the last time you talked with him?”

“I hate to admit how long it’s been,” he said, shaking his head. “I haven’t kept up with anyone the way I should. Especially those in our New York BDSM group.”

“Please don’t tell him Lynne called. I promised we wouldn’t let him know she had mentioned him to me.”

“I won’t. I’ll just call him to catch up. I’ve been meaning to do it anyway.” He ran a towel over his hair, drying it further. “I think it’d make a lot of sense if we hired her to be our nanny and she moved in with us. That way she can put aside money for school instead of paying rent. And she’s familiar with the lifestyle…” I nodded at his reasoning. “So she wouldn’t be surprised if she came across us doing something in the middle of the night or if she stumbled into the living room and saw you kneeling at my feet while we watched the news.”

“Exactly,” I said.

“Why don’t you call her tomorrow and see when she can come meet with us and the kids? If she doesn’t get along with them, there’s no reason to move forward.”

“This is going to work out. I just have a feeling.”

“I hope you’re right. It would make things easier for us.”

“There is one more thing,” I said. “I want to hire Jeff to do a background. I mean, I’ve always liked her and she was in our New York group, so you would think everything’s fine, but we really don’t know her that well…”

“You can never be too safe. I agree. Let me know what she says after you talk to her and I’ll have Jeff run a preliminary before she comes to Wilmington. If that one comes out well, we’ll have her sign paperwork for a more in-depth one.”

I nodded. “That would make me feel a lot better. I’m glad you don’t think I’m being too cautious.”

“There’s no such thing when it comes to my family’s safety.”

His voice was low and gruff and turning me on. Especially the way he was sitting, all wet and half-naked. I glanced up at the clock. Only nine forty-five. Not too late …

“Come here for a minute.” His voice was downright husky now and I forgot all about the clock.

Perplexed, I walked over to his chair and he scooted over to make room for me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I set the video camera up in the bedroom.” His fingers untied my bikini top and pinched a nipple.

My mouth grew dry. Holy hell, I loved it when he set up a camera. “You did?”

He pinched harder.

“Oh God, Nathaniel …”

He dipped his head and nibbled my neck while he slipped a hand between my legs and teased the material aside so he could stroke my entrance.

“Go upstairs and wait for me on the bed.”

I groaned. He was making me feel too good to stop and move upstairs. But he had the camera set up and I knew that would be fun, so I made myself move away from him and took my time getting to our room. While I walked, I thought about how I was going to act.

He found me a few minutes later, standing at the foot of the bed.

“I thought I said on the bed?” he asked, arms crossed.

“Don’t want to,” I said. I didn’t have his collar on and I felt like playing hard to get. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”

He lifted an eyebrow.

I winked at him, then said, “You better let me out of this room.”

He took two long steps to me and put his hand around my throat. Not tight, but there. “You’re not going anywhere, naughty virgin maiden. I’ve captured you and you’re going to bend over that bed and let me fuck you.”

Barbarian and captured virgin maiden … we hadn’t done that one in a while.

“Please, Sir,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “If my betrothed finds out I’m not pure, he won’t marry me.”

“Not my problem, wench,” he said, getting into his role. “Your father should have thought about that before he allowed you to go off by yourself into the woods.” He swept a finger across my breast. “And he should have warned you about the dangers of swimming naked.”

“I didn’t know anyone was watching.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you knew I was there.”

“I didn’t. I—”

“Silence,” he said. “You’re mine now and you have to serve me.”

“But, Sir.” I blinked my eyes. “I’m a virgin maiden. I don’t know how.”

“I’ll instruct you. And if you do a good job, I’ll keep you to myself. Do a poor job and I’ll give you over to my guards to do with you what they want.”

“No, anything but that.” I tried to look properly subdued. “Tell me what to do, Sir.”

He pointed to the floor. “Kneel here and remove my drawers.”

I snickered. “Your drawers? Have you turned into a dresser?”

“Knickers?” he suggested.

“Maybe loincloth?” We both laughed, and I moved to my knees and pulled his bathing suit down over his hips, revealing his erection. I gasped. “My heavens, Sir. What is that?”

“It’s my cock.”

“It’s so big. Why’s it standing up like that?”

“It has to be hard and stand up so I can push it inside your pussy.”

I kept my eyes on his massive length. “My what?”

“Your sex. The hole between your legs.”

“The one tingling right now?” I asked.

“Yes. That tingle is your body getting your sex ready to take my cock inside you.”

“I don’t think it’ll fit. It’s huge. Surely it’ll split me open.”

“It’ll be tight and I’ll have to push hard.” He fisted himself and I swore he grew bigger. “No doubt it’ll hurt when I break through your maidenhead, but you will allow me to do it and you will take my cock all the way inside.”

“Let’s say you’re able to get that thing inside me. What will you do then?”

“Touch it,” he commanded, ignoring my question. “Feel how hard it is.”

I reached out and ran my finger around the head. “I touched it. Now tell me what happens once it’s inside me.”

“Call it by its name. It’s a cock. Not that thing.”

“Please, Sir. Tell me what happens once your cock is inside me?”

“Very good,” he said. “That’s when the real fun starts. Then I get to fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you hard and as deep as possible. And you will not be pure and your betrothed will not marry you, but you won’t care because you’ll only care about my cock from this day forward.”

“Please, Sir. No.”

“I’m tired of this conversation. My cock is hard and ready. I’ll fuck you now or give you over to the guards. The decision is yours.”

“Please don’t make me. It won’t fit.”

“Enough. I’ll call the guards to take you away so they can all take turns fucking you.”

I made my eyes wide. “No, Sir. Please. Not that. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything, Sir.”

“Very well. First, you’re going to kiss my cock and then I’ll show you how I’ll fuck your pussy by taking your mouth. After that you’re going to bend over the bed so I can take you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But that’s not all. You said anything. So you’re also going to offer your ass to me.”

I faltered just a bit. There wasn’t any lube out. Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get some out of a drawer. I knew he’d never take my ass without it, but the thought pulled me out of my role for a minute.

“Guard!” he said with a smirk.

I jumped, not expecting him to call out like that. But one look at his face and I knew he’d said that about my ass because he knew it’d stun me momentarily. I could have begged him not to call the guards, but since I’d already done that a few times, I decided to do something to momentarily stun him.

I gave him a smirk of my own, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his cock. “Mmm, you taste like cotton candy, Sir. Do all cocks taste like sweet sugary treats?”

He choked out a laugh. “Come here,” he said, pulling me up from the floor and gathering me in his arms. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me close for a kiss.

“No more barbarian?” I said against his lips.

“Not right now.” He nibbled my ear. “Maybe later.”

“Good,” I said. “I like your cock too much to act like a proper virgin.”

“Just as well. I doubt I could be gentle enough for a virgin.” He kissed me once more, then pulled back. “Since we couldn’t stay in role for the role play, we’ll have to do something else. You have two minutes to make me come with your mouth. I want those hot lips around my cock. I want you to take me in your throat as far as you can and when I come, I want your eyes on me as you swallow.”

It was more than his voice or his command that turned me on. It was more than the role play and the anticipation of what was coming next. It was the thought that I was being filmed, that there was another presence in the room besides the two of us. “Nothing would give me more pleasure.”

He brushed my cheek once more. “One minute, fifty seconds.”

Shit.

I dropped to my knees and engulfed him in my mouth, sucking hard, and taking him deep. I grabbed his ass and held him to me. He pumped his hips in and out.

“I love fucking your mouth. Feeling you hot and wet around me.”

I wasn’t sure how much time I had left, but I knew if he was still talking in complete sentences, I probably wasn’t going to make his time limit. In all honesty, that might have been his plan. But he didn’t count on one thing….

I lightly stroked the skin leading to his anus.

“Damn it,” he said, jerking in my mouth.

I did it a second time and when he thrust forward again, I circled his opening. I couldn’t insert my finger without lube, but I pressed gently and gave the illusion I might.

“Fuck!” he said again, and he grabbed my hair tight, holding my head still as he came.

After cleaning him off, I dropped back to my knees and waited. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Bed. Now.”

I climbed up on the bed. I didn’t have his collar on, but it still turned me on to submit to him. It used to bother me that I liked it so much. Now, though, I simply accepted it. It was who I was, just like my hair color.

He moved to the end of the bed, his eyes hungry as they raked over my naked body. “I want you to work yourself to where you’re on the verge of coming and I want you to be vocal while you do it. Get into proper position so I can watch.”

I shifted and got on my back, spreading my knees slightly, allowing him an unobstructed view. “Can you see how much I want you when I’m like this?”

“Yes. Very nice. Show me how you like me to touch you.”

I circled my breasts with both hands. “I love your hands on me. When you come to me urgently and you need me. How you turn me on simply by playing with my breasts. Sucking my nipples.” I plucked one. He’d only used clamps on me once since Henry’s birth and that was in Delaware before we moved. “I wonder if Master would like to decorate my nipples with his clamps sometime soon.”

“Yes, I think so. It’s been too long since I’ve seen those tits taking the teeth of my clamp. Watching how you try to get away when I pull their chain.”

He wasn’t lying. Those things had fucking hurt when he first put them on. When he connected them with a chain and pulled, the shock flew through my body and centered right on my clit. For the first few seconds, I’d fight it. Try to get away from the pain, but Nathaniel knew better and wouldn’t let me. He knew the pleasure headed my way if I simply gave in and let the feeling complete its path.

“I would welcome you pulling the chain.”

“Pinch those nipples. Pull at them.”

I obeyed. My breasts were so sensitive I hoped he had me move forward relatively soon. Just thinking about him using the clamps turned me on, and when I added the way he watched me as I pulled and pinched, I feared I couldn’t hold back my release.

“Slip your hands down between your legs. See how wet you are.”

I groaned, knowing I was going from one form of torture to another. But I slid my hands down my body and slipped them inside. “So wet.”

I glanced up and he was watching me intently, his hand stroking his cock. “So wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“But you were a naughty girl when you had my cock in your mouth, weren’t you?”

“I was? But I made you come in less than two minutes.”

His hand was working faster, his erection growing as a result. “Ah, but were those my only instructions?”

“I think so?” I thought back. Hadn’t they been?

“I believe my command was to make me come in two minutes with your mouth.”

Oh, fuck.

“And how did you make me come?” he asked.

“With my fingers.”

“Yes, my wicked girl. You thought you’d get me off faster if you played with my ass, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and apparently it worked.” I couldn’t let him forget that.

“True, but you didn’t follow my specific directions, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was right, damn it all. “I suppose.”

“What would I have said if it’d been appropriate to use your fingers?”

“You’ve have said, ‘Make me come in under two minutes.’”

He slowed his hands. His erection was once more thick and long. “Since you didn’t follow instructions and decided to play with my ass instead, I’m going to fuck yours.”

I waited for him to say I couldn’t come, but he didn’t. I was going to make damn sure I heard every word he said from now on.

“I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to lower your ass onto my cock.” He nodded toward the nightstand. “Get the lube. It’s in the top drawer.”

I rolled to the side and rummaged in his nightstand drawer for the lube. By the time I found it and rolled back to the middle, he was lying down on the bed, fisting his cock, his hand moving up and down. Knowing it would soon be in me.

Oh, fuck yes.

“Don’t sit there looking at it,” he said with a smile. “Get it ready for your ass.”

I took the lube and squeezed some into my palm. I rubbed my hands together and then started on his cock.

“Straddle me,” he said, and I hurried into place, with a knee on either side of his body. “Put some in my hand.”

I put a good-sized amount in the palm of his hands and went back to his cock.

“There you go. Get that cock ready. Get it ready to take your tight ass.”

Fuck, when he talked like that, I couldn’t wait to get him inside me. One of his fingers started playing with my anus. I resisted the temptation to push against his finger.

“Have you been using your plugs?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.” After forgetting to use the plugs the month before our honeymoon, I’d never made that mistake again. The only time I hadn’t used a plug on a regular basis was when I was pregnant. Nathaniel limited our anal play then.

“You love it, don’t you?” he asked, dipping a finger inside. “Servicing my cock with your ass. Letting me fuck you there?”

“Yes, so much.” He knew I did. I loved how it exhibited my submission to him. Offering that part of myself to him, that part that no one else had ever taken. I wouldn’t have believed it possible before I met him, but over the years, I’d had some of my most intense orgasms from anal sex.

In fact, the first time he’d taken me there, he’d also used a vibrator. The closest I’d ever get to double penetration. I remembered the books I’d been reading and how I’d imagined being between two men, servicing two Doms.

“What was that thought, Abby?” he asked, pushing his finger deeper and rubbing one of my nipples with the other.

“You let me experience, sort of, what double penetration would be like. When you use a vibrator, when you, oh, fuck yes.” I momentarily lost track of my thoughts when he hooked his finger inside me.