Текст книги "The Exhibitionist"

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I smiled to myself as the outline of a plan took form in my head.

We showed Cole out and said our good nights. Abby and I went to sit in the living room, and I brought up the plan that was on my mind. She was surprised at first. But as I explained my thought process I could see her understanding what I was suggesting.

“You have played with other men in a limited capacity. It’s not like the cane where this is completely new.”

“You want me to give you names? I wasn’t expecting that.” She shook her head. “I think I’d rather you decide.”

“I don’t want a name necessarily, just your thoughts on a few things. For instance, would you want a third and in what capacity? And if you do, do you want it to be a stranger or someone you know? And if you think you’d like someone you know, would it be better for you if they were in the Partners group or someone you won’t see frequently?”

“I haven’t given this any thought.” She was shaking her head gently. “You have to give me time to wrap my head around it. I don’t think I want a third, but I do like the idea of increasing public play and I’m not opposed to doing more scenes with another Dom. But I don’t want it to be any more than what we’ve already done with Jeff and the others. And I know I don’t like the thought of a stranger. I mean, the stranger fantasy we do is fun. But I don’t think I’d like to be in a scene with someone I don’t know.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Those are my thoughts right now and as for who? Someone I know from the Partners group or the New York one.” She picked a pen up from off my desk and spun it around. “Daniel and Jeff are out; they’re in relationships themselves and neither of them wants to play with anyone else. That leaves Cole or William Greene or Evan Martin. I’m not sure the New York group is an option. We haven’t met with them in forever.”

“No to Evan Martin, he’s a bit too flippant for my taste.” He was a good Dominant, but I didn’t care for his juvenile behavior outside the playroom. “William Greene I could talk to. Cole’s out. He told me he doesn’t serve as third for people he’s in a group with.”

“Just as well,” she said, but didn’t expand further. “And who were you thinking of if we went outside the Partners group?”

“There are several people I had in mind, but the one I think would be the best is Luke.”

“Oh,” she said, a look of mild shock in her expression. “I hadn’t thought about him.” She was quiet for a minute. “But he makes sense.”

“You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted you to think about it.”

“I wonder if it’d be strange if we asked someone from the Group. Would it make things weird when I saw them in the future? Like, would that be the first thing to pop into my head when I saw them?”

“It would only be as weird as you let it be. If you tell yourself it was just a scene, an experience, it might not be that weird. But you also need to think about the future. If we asked William and then months from now, he had a serious relationship, would you feel strange having played with him before?”

“I don’t know. When we’re with our New York group, we’re with women you played with and it’s not odd for me.”

“Yes, but it’s been years since I’ve played with anyone else.” There were only two women still in the New York group whom I’d played with in the past. The rest had moved away or joined another group. “If we pick someone here in Wilmington, you’ll see them frequently.”

Talking about the New York group made me wonder if Charlene was in a group. Abby and I hadn’t been to a meeting with them since before Henry was born. Was it possible she was in our New York group now? I probably needed to find out before Abby and I did anything with them again. And I didn’t have to think about just how weird it would be if Charlene was in the group. Seeing one of my employees naked wasn’t something I wanted to do. Not to mention, I didn’t even want to think about what Abby would say if she saw her at a function.

Abby broke into my train of thought by saying, “I’m thinking it might be too strange to play with someone from the Partners group.”

“In that case, what do you think of Luke?” I asked.

She was silent again before answering, “I don’t know. Let me think on that. Would it create tension between me and Meagan?”

“You wouldn’t have to tell her. In fact, I don’t really see why you would. It’s not any of her business.”

She nodded idly. “How soon?”

How soon would you like? The question hovered on my lips. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you think about if you’d like the third to be Luke and once we decide on that, we’ll worry about a time?”

“Will you tell me what your plans are for the scene?”

I smiled in spite of my thoughts. “Have I ever told you ahead of time what I plan to do in a scene?”

“Well, no. I just—”

“Then why would I start now?”

She looked as if she’d just been caught stealing a cookie. I had to hand it to her, she usually tried to slyly get information out of me. It never worked. But she was persistent.

“You know me too well when I’m trying to be sneaky,” she said. “Maybe I should distract you with sex next time.”

“You’re more than welcome to try.” I stood up. “I’m going to take Apollo outside if you’d like to distract me in the backyard.”

I hadn’t gone too far down the hall when I heard her footsteps following me and I smiled at the thought of the fun we’d have outside.

Chapter Twelve

ABBY

The weather the weekend of Jeff and Dena’s wedding was like one of those summer days you wished would never end. Though it had been a hot summer, the meteorologist’s forecast predicted a comfortable seventy degrees with a light breeze. The reception was planned to be held outside at a country club, and Dena had been worried all week it would end up raining anyway.

“This is perfect weather for the reception,” I said to Julie as we sat in a small room at the back of the church helping Dena.

“Did you and Nathaniel get married in the summer?” she asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “In the winter, but our wedding was perfect. I wouldn’t change anything.”

“As it should be,” she agreed.

I looked over to Dena. The wedding wasn’t for another hour, but she was dressed and ready. Her makeup and hair looked perfect. Her outside was radiant. Inside was a different story. She shifted from one foot to the other, refusing to sit down, and her eyes kept glancing at the clock. I was just getting ready to ask her if she was okay when she spoke first.

“Say something,” she begged us, looking from me to Julie to Sasha to her Domme friend, Kelly, and back to me again. “Anything.”

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous,” Kelly said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re finally marrying Jeff.”

Dena shook her head. “I’m not nervous about Jeff. It’s my dad.”

“He decided to come?” I asked. Last I heard, Senator Jenkins had made it crystal clear he would not be present today. I wasn’t sure why Dena’s father didn’t like Jeff. What wasn’t to like about him?

“No, Mom called and said he was feeling light-headed and disoriented.” She took a deep breath. “She knows today’s my wedding day and that Jeff and I are going away for a week. I swear that man will end up in the hospital today just to spite me.”

“Oh my God,” Julie said, the rest of us being unable to find words. “How long have you known and why didn’t you tell us?”

“I figured she was just making it up, but the longer I sit here, the more I think, What if he’s really sick and I don’t go? I need Jeff.”

“Have you told him?” I asked.

“No, I don’t want it to spoil his day even if it spoils mine.”

Kelly looked at me over Dena’s head and mouthed, Go get him.

I nodded and left the room before Dena could try and stop me.

Nathaniel and Cole stood in the hallway outside the room Daniel and Jeff were in. The two men were laughing over something, but their expressions sobered when they saw me.

“Abby?” Nathaniel said, crossing the last few steps as quickly as he could. “What’s wrong?”

I nodded toward the closed door. “Is Jeff in there? Dena needs him.”

“Before the wedding?” Cole asked. “Isn’t that against the rules?”

“Her mother called and said her dad is having some neurological symptoms. Dena didn’t tell anyone and now she’s freaking out.”

“Bloody hell,” Cole said.

Nathaniel knocked on the door. “Jeff? We need you out here.”

The door opened and Jeff looked out into the hallway, all smiles and happiness. At least until he saw me. “Is Dena okay? Is it the baby?”

“Senator Jenkins,” I said. “He—”

“He’s here?”

“No, Dena’s mom called and said he’s light-headed and disoriented.” At my words, he started walking down the hall to where the women were getting ready. I walked after him. “She just told us, I don’t know how long ago she got the call.”

He knocked on the door. “Angel?”

Kelly let him in, motioning for Julie and Sasha to join us in the hallway, leaving the couple alone. I saw Dena stand and Jeff’s arms encircle her before the door closed. The rest of us stood in the hallway, not saying anything, not really knowing what to say.

I didn’t know the senator. I’d only heard bits and pieces through gossip. I couldn’t imagine he would pretend to have neurological problems just to cause his daughter stress on her wedding day. But that was the funny thing about people, you never really knew what they were capable of.

“If he’s faking, I’ll fucking kill him,” Cole said. “Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to her?”

“He probably doesn’t care,” Daniel said. “It’s killing him she’s marrying Jeff. Hasn’t even said anything to her about the baby, his own grandchild. And he has to know what losing the last one did to her.”

“I just want her to be happy.” Julie moved to stand next to Daniel and he put his arm around her. “That guy is toxic. And so is her mom for putting up with it.”

“Let’s not lynch the man yet,” Nathaniel said. “We haven’t heard the whole story and it is possible he’s actually having some sort of neurological episode.”

“Odds are he’s faking. I’ve had his number for years. It doesn’t surprise me at all he’s pulling something like this,” Kelly said.

“That may well be the case, but let’s wait until we know something more definitive.”

No one particularly looked as though they wanted to give the man the benefit of the doubt. For several long minutes we stood, silently watching the closed door and waiting not so patiently for it to open.

We all jumped forward when it cracked open and Jeff waved us inside.

“Dena called the senator’s housekeeper,” Jeff said. “Miss May has always held a special place in her heart for Dena.”

“Thank goodness for Miss May,” Dena said, and she looked so much calmer than she had a few minutes earlier. “I called her cell phone and made sure she wasn’t near Mom and Dad. She said Dad took some new medicine and he’s reacting badly to it, but they’ve called his doctor and he’s going to be fine.”

“Did your mom know it was only a side effect of the medication when she called you?” Julie asked.

“I don’t know,” Dena said. “And to be honest, I’m going to try and put it out of my mind.” She smiled up at Jeff. “I think I’ve spent enough time on Senator Jenkins for one day. I have more important things to do.”

“That you do, my Angel.” Jeff bent his head, as if he was going to kiss her, but Daniel pulled him away.

“None of that just yet. Wait until you’re pronounced man and wife,” Daniel said, and led Jeff toward the door.

“Ass,” Jeff said, but let himself be carried away. “I’ll remember this.”

When the men left, a calm peace settled over us. Dena was no longer stressed and she finally had the radiant look of someone about to marry her soul mate.

“It’s time, you guys,” Julie said, about fifteen minutes later.

We walked out alongside Dena with Sasha carrying her train. Because her father wouldn’t walk her down the aisle, there had been much debate about who she should walk with. All things considered, she finally decided to walk by herself.

“I walk down alone, give myself to Jeff, and we walk out together,” she’d said. “I like the symbolism of that.”

She looked stunning as she walked down the aisle. She’d chosen a strapless gown that gathered high above the waist. The fabric encircling her torso gave the appearance of a corset, and also served to showcase the pleated folds that draped gracefully down her tall frame.

With her hair pulled up and her long neck adorned by Jeff’s black-and-silver collar, she looked like a goddess. Or an angel, as her soon-to-be husband called her.

The man in question stood at the front of the church grinning bigger than I thought he could. His eyes were locked on her as she slowly made her way down the aisle. Their emotion was so vividly displayed in their expressions, my heart ached with joy and I brushed a stray tear from my cheek.

“I love you, Angel,” I saw him whisper.

I looked to my side and saw Nathaniel watching me. Like everyone else, I couldn’t go to a wedding without thinking back to my own. We had married in the winter, in a church about the same size as the one we were currently in. I was a fortunate woman to have my husband of so many years still look at me with a love and desire that had only grown since our wedding day.

As Dena and Jeff repeated their vows, I whispered in my heart my own back to Nathaniel.

“Do you take this man?”

Yes, yes, a million times, yes.

“For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health?”

Anyway, anytime, anyhow.

“To love and to cherish …”

With all that I am.

“Until death do you part?”

Until then and for whatever comes after.

Daniel came up to us at the reception. “You guys ready for the conference next weekend?”

“I can’t wait,” I said, before Nathaniel could say anything. “Listening to Nathaniel give his talk, seeing everyone again and the party after? Yes, I’m so ready.”

Daniel laughed, throwing his head back slightly. “I need to go get Julie over here and let your enthusiasm rub off on her. She’s a bit apprehensive.”

“Well, it’s her first one, right?” I asked. “And she’s never played outside the Partners group?”

“Both true,” he said.

I looked up at Nathaniel. “Do you mind if I go talk to Julie?” I had seen her earlier with Sasha and Kelly. Right now the three of them were talking with Dena.

“Go on, my lovely. I’ll be right here.”

I rose on my toes and kissed his cheek and then trotted over to the girls. I hugged Dena first.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Parks. You look beautiful.”

She positively glowed and happy tears filled her eyes. “Thanks, Abby. I feel like the happiest, luckiest, most fortunate woman in the world.”

“As you should,” I said with a smile, still remembering my own wedding day. “And I bet if we asked that handsome groom of yours, he’d say the same.”

She looked over to where Jeff was talking with Cole. He must have felt the weight of her stare, because he turned his head and looked our way. His eyes met his new wife’s and he mouthed, I love you. Dena blew him a kiss.

Cole, too, was full of smiles, though I did see his jaw tighten when he saw Sasha. I don’t think anyone else noticed it. Surely not Dena, who suddenly said, “Okay, I have to go touch him, make sure this is real. Half the time I feel like I’m living in a dream.”

She walked over to Jeff, who put his arms around her and drew her close for a kiss. He reached down and gently touched her belly. Dena nodded.

Beside me, Julie sighed. “They’re so happy. It gives me chills watching them.”

I smiled and nodded in agreement and we watched them for several minutes before I spoke again. “How do you feel about next weekend?”

“Half nervous. Half excited.” Julie turned from the newly-weds. “How was it when you first played in public?”

I thought back to my early days with Nathaniel. “When people knew what we were doing or when we were so sly they had no idea?”

“Sounds like you have a few stories to tell.”

I thought she would probably get a kick out of hearing about the Super Bowl.

But at that moment, Daniel came up. “I’m going to steal this gorgeous woman away from you, Abby.”

“Bye, Abby!” Julie laughed as he took her hand and pulled her away, a huge grin on his face.

I had a feeling another wedding wasn’t too far away.

Chapter Thirteen

ABBY

The Tuesday night after the wedding, Nathaniel collared me when he got home. He’d told me the day before he would do it because we were having Luke DeVaan over for dinner. Also as part of our experiment with different protocol levels, we’d agreed that Tuesday evening would be high protocol. At least it would be once the children were in bed.

So far it was okay, but I could already tell it wasn’t anything I wanted to do on a more permanent basis. I felt it was too restrictive to do all the time.

After Luke arrived, I went to check on Lynne and the kids. We were doing a trial week, just to make sure we all wanted to have her move in full-time. So far, it was working out beautifully. Satisfied they were all happy and well into the bedtime routine, I slipped into the living room as silently as I could and dropped to my knees beside Nathaniel. He didn’t stop talking with Luke, but rested his hand on the top of my head and stroked the back of my neck. My head was down, so I couldn’t see Luke. I closed my eyes as the men talked and in doing so felt the stress of the day drain away.

“Thank you for joining us, Abigail,” Nathaniel said sometime later. “Everything good upstairs?”

“Yes, Master,” I said with my head still down. “The children are great and Elizabeth asked if Lynne could stay forever.”

Nathaniel chuckled. “Lynne’s part of our New York group. She’s staying this week as a potential nanny,” he explained to Luke.

“She must be the lovely lady I saw heading up the stairs when I arrived.”

“Yes, that was her,” Nathaniel said. “Apparently, everyone’s hitting it off well.” He stroked my neck one more time and said, “Do you need to check on dinner, Abigail?”

“Yes, Master. But I wanted to come in here first to see if you and Master DeVaan needed anything.”

“Unless Master DeVaan needs something, I’m good. You can do what you need to do in order to finish dinner. We’ll be in the dining room in fifteen minutes unless you tell us differently.”

He’d told me earlier that even though it was a high-protocol evening, while we were eating dinner with Luke at the dining room table I could assume kitchen table behavior. I appreciated that he was stepping down the protocol level for dinner.

“Thank you, Master.” I bent low and kissed his right foot.

“You’re excused, Abigail.”

I stood as gracefully as possible and went to check on dinner. I’d roasted a turkey using a recipe I’d gotten from Dena. She said Jeff made it and it was the best turkey she’d ever had. I had to agree, it smelled wonderful. Hopefully, it would taste just as good. I served it along with a squash and quinoa gratin and a big salad. I quickly set the table for three and then stood and waited by Nathaniel’s chair.

“Everything looks wonderful,” Nathaniel said when he entered. He nodded toward my chair and pulled it out for me. “And smells divine,” Luke added.

The men took a seat after I did and Nathaniel sliced the turkey. Then they filled their plates, and Nathaniel filled mine.

“Mmm,” Luke hummed after taking a bite. “Tastes divine as well. Excellent turkey, Abby.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’m so glad you like it. It’s Master Park’s recipe. Dena gave it to me.”

“I’ll have to thank both of them,” Nathaniel said.

After we ate a bit more and made small talk about nothing in particular, Nathaniel cleared his throat. “Luke, why don’t you tell Abby your idea about opening a club in Wilmington?”

Luke took another bite of his turkey. “You remember I’m taking over the club in New York you went to?”

“Yes.” I took a sip of my water. “Someone needed to. It was a nightmare. Not the best clientele, either.”

“Very true,” Luke said. “I’m hoping to change that. Right now I’ve closed the place down. It’ll need almost a complete gut job. Once I redo it, I’ll be very selective about who I allow in.”

A sudden image of the guy who had almost assaulted me the one time I was at that club popped into my mind and I realized I’d never found out his name or what happened to him. I wonder if Jeff knew, since he’d gotten me out of that bad situation when I met him there.

“I had a run-in with someone there. I don’t know his name.” I wrinkled my brow, trying to remember what he looked like. Of course I couldn’t remember because I’d gotten so stupidly drunk that night.

“All taken care of. Jeff Parks filled me in on the guy.” Luke caught my eye and smiled. “He’s most definitely not allowed.”

Luke’s demeanor was totally charming and he spoke and moved in a way that put me at ease. I felt certain he never had trouble finding companionship.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Sir. You restore and run BDSM clubs and own an art gallery?”

His laugh was low and seductive and the sound sent shivers up my spine. The right woman could get lost in that laugh. “The art gallery and photography are hobbies. The clubs are a job. But they’re also a pleasure. Life is good when you enjoy what you do.”

“I know exactly what you’re talking about,” I said. “I feel the same way.”

“I read your blog. Very insightful observations.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Though I must admit, I’ve yet to catch you on TV. Monday nights are usually busy at the club.”

“I’m only on for a few minutes and if you didn’t know it was me, you probably wouldn’t recognize me.”

“Keeping your identity private?” he asked.

“Yes, for a number of reasons, but mostly because of the kids, and quite frankly my identity isn’t really anyone’s business.”

His lips curved up into a smile. “How very true. I commend you for finding a way you can get up on television every week. The other thing I mentioned to Nathaniel is, I’m thinking about opening a club here. If I can find a partner, that is.”

“Master and I were just talking the other day about how the Partners in Play group needed a home base.”

“Yes, he told me that when he called.”

I looked to Nathaniel. “Are you going to be a partner, Master?”

“I’m giving it some thought. I would like your opinion, though.”

My heart swelled because I knew he was letting Luke know in a not at all subtle way that he valued my opinion and we made such decisions jointly.

“Off the top of my head, I can’t think of a reason you shouldn’t do it.”

“Good,” he said. “We can talk about it a little later, but I agree, I couldn’t find any reason not to. Daniel’s been very accommodating letting the group use his house so frequently, but I just think it would be better to have a centralized location that isn’t a personal residence.”

“Especially now that Julie’s moved in and Cole’s in the guesthouse.” Would Cole be staying permanently? I hadn’t heard about him moving anywhere, and I hadn’t heard he was looking for a residence, either.

“Yes, it’s a lot for one person.”

“If you like,” Luke said, “I can send you some general information on my plans.”

“That would be great.” Nathaniel wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked at the table. My eyes followed suit. It appeared that everyone had finished eating.

“Can I get you anything else, Master DeVaan?” I asked.

“No, thank you. I’m afraid I couldn’t eat another bite. Thank you for the delicious dinner.”

“You’re welcome.” I turned to Nathaniel. “May I be excused to clear the table?”

“Yes,” he said. “Just put everything in the sink for now. I know you’ll want to stop and check on Elizabeth and Henry, so meet us in the playroom in fifteen minutes. You can leave your clothing on.”

“Thank you, Master.” I gathered up the dishes and utensils and carried them to the sink. My heart pounded in excitement at the thought of going into the playroom with someone else there.

On my way, I passed by the room the kids and Lynne were in. They had made a seating area out of pillows and were reading a book before bed that they’d read at least two hundred times. Elizabeth could quote it. Lynne had got to one of our favorite parts and both kids howled with laughter. I saw Henry pop his thumb in his mouth. A few more minutes and I’d bet his eyes would start to grow heavy.

It was odd walking into the playroom fully clothed. But again, the entire night was odd. Lynne being here with the kids. Knowing it wouldn’t be just me and Nathaniel. And most odd of all, kneeling in my clothes waiting for Luke.

The two men weren’t silent when they entered. They were talking softly and something Nathaniel said made Luke laugh. I was surprised at the relief that swept over me knowing they were jovial, and my body relaxed further into its waiting position.

One of the guys, I assumed it was Luke because the steps sounded different than Nathaniel’s, walked to where I was waiting. Another set of footsteps, Nathaniel’s, I guessed, walked to the side of the room, before coming to join him.

“Head up, Abby,” Luke said in a commanding voice that somehow still managed to be smooth and sexy.

I looked up and my gaze didn’t land on Luke, but traveled to Nathaniel. I needed to see his face, to look in his eyes. He appeared calm and smiled just a touch at my perusal.

“Master DeVaan is here as my guest. Therefore you are to treat him as you would me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“He is aware of both of our limits.”

I knew Nathaniel would never let another man touch me in a sexual manner. I also knew he would have had a long discussion with Luke before inviting him over. My Master was extremely picky about who he let into the playroom.

“Thank you, Master.”

He nodded to Luke. “Master DeVaan.”

“Stand up, Abby,” Luke said. His expression was still easygoing, but his voice was definitely no-nonsense. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nathaniel step away. He didn’t move far, but made his way to stand behind me.

Before me, Luke glanced once more to Nathaniel and then turned his attention to me. “Take your shirt off, Abby.”

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.

“Very good,” Luke said. “Hesitation is one of my pet peeves. Now remove your bra.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking, You just had dinner with this man. He ate at your dining room table and now you’re taking your bra off for him. But another part of my mind was getting turned on. Excited about where this would go.

The familiar rush I got when playing in public built within me. It was almost as if someone else invaded my body, as if I became a different person when I had an audience—even if it was just an audience of one.

I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra. Slowly, I drew the straps down over my shoulders and, just like the shirt, it fell to the floor. Almost instantly Nathaniel’s mouth was on my skin, peppering kisses along my back.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it, Abigail?” he whispered. “Stripping in front of someone, showing off your body, knowing he can’t touch.”

“Yes, Master.” The cool air of the playroom made my nipples hard, aching to be touched. But I hadn’t been instructed to move, Nathaniel was behind me, and Luke couldn’t touch me.

“Finger yourself and show us,” Luke said.

I slipped a hand into the waistband of my pants, reaching a finger between my legs to gather the wetness there. The temptation to stroke my clit was hard to resist, but I did.

Luke’s gaze didn’t move from mine. “Let me see.”

I held my finger up.

“Very good. Now make yourself come,” Luke said.

I moved my hand down again.

Luke snapped his fingers. “Stop. I didn’t say you could use your hands.”

I blinked. What?

“I want to see just how turned on you are right now. With your Master behind you, so close to your ass. And me in front of you, seeing your lovely naked breasts.” His voice dropped another level. “I want to watch you work for your orgasm. I want to see you writhe as you try to catch it. As you attempt to give that clit the attention it desperately wants.”

His expression was much more intense than I would have thought possible, especially when compared to his demeanor outside the playroom. Intense and unyielding. What would happen if I couldn’t do it?

I wouldn’t know until I at least tried. I doubted I’d be able to make myself come, but if they wanted me to attempt it, I was game. I looked over to the padded table, thinking that if I could get on my stomach …

“Standing right here,” Luke said.

I couldn’t help the it ain’t ever going to happen look I threw his way.

“Your submissive appears to lack the proper attitude,” he said to Nathaniel.

“Abigail,” Nathaniel said, “you have two options. You stand there and make yourself come without your hands or I’ll fuck your ass and make you come, but I’ll fig you after.”

I’d had ginger used on me exactly once and that was enough for forever, thank you very much. No figging. I’d try option one.

The image of him taking my ass over the padded table while Luke watched was vivid. I closed my eyes to concentrate on it while I pressed my thighs together, squeezed, and rotated.

“There you go,” Luke said. “Tell us what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking Master has me bent over the table and he’s fucking me with a vibrator. He says he’s saving his cock for my ass and I’m going to be so tight when he thrusts inside me.” I squeezed my legs tighter. “I feel him, his cock is right at my anus and he asks me if I want it soft or hard.”

“What do you pick, Abigail?”

“I say hard, Master. Fucking ride my ass like you own it.”

Nathaniel groaned and I couldn’t help wondering if he was using his hands.

“Then you tell me to reach back and hold myself open for you.” I shifted my legs and with a squeeze, I managed to get just a touch of fiction on my needy clit. “Oh, fuck yes.”

I sucked in a breath and I heard Nathaniel’s choppy breathing behind me.

“You say you have to make sure I’m ready, so you push a finger into me and I beg you to fill me. I need it. I need it.” I rubbed my thighs together. What I needed was a hand. Right the fuck now.

“Finally,” I continued, “you take your cock and push it into me. Not as hard as I’d asked, but not exactly slow, either. You tell me you have to get it good and deep inside and then you’ll be fucking my ass.”

I was so close to my orgasm, it was just within my reach; if I stretched hard enough I could get to it. Funny how I spent all those years working on delaying my orgasm and I had no tricks on making myself come faster. I rubbed my thighs together again, but it wasn’t going to be enough. I needed more.