The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) (11 page)

“Abigail is going to help me demonstrate the use of a bullwhip. Now, there are several ways to use one and while most people associate them with punishment, I want to demonstrate how they can be used for sensual pleasure.”

I watched his feet turn back to me. “Ready, my lovely?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Thank you. Go stand and face the cross.”

My nerves dissolved into erotic excitement as I stood and made my way to the large wooden X. Nathaniel took his time binding me: running his hands along my body and trailing kisses along the inside of my elbow before securing me.

“Before you use a single tail and especially in a nonpunishment scene, you’ll want to warm the submissive’s skin up with a flogging or something similar.” He picked up a waiting flogger and gently started working it along my backside.

I loved floggings. Especially when he worked the flogger seductively across my body, easing me gently into subspace. His strokes grew harder and I fell into my yoga breathing.

“Abigail,” he said, “are you with us?”

“Green, Master,” I said.

I heard him address the crowd again, but since he wasn’t talking to me, I didn’t pay attention to what he said. Instead I returned to that blissful place in my mind.

A sharp lick of pain hit my right butt cheek and I knew he had switched to the bullwhip, but the sensation soon diffused into vibrations of pleasure and I couldn’t help the moan of contentment that slipped from me.

“Very nice, Abigail.”

After a few more strokes he asked, “How are you doing? What color are you at?”

“Green, green, green, Master.”

The whip started landing higher up my body and at times I could have sworn he was using two. But it felt so good, I wanted to concentrate on the pleasure and not worry about breaking down everything he was doing.

I got lost in subspace then and was surprised when a few minutes later—or what seemed like just a few minutes later—he said, “So good, Abigail. You did so good.”

I wanted to protest because I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I wanted more. But I trusted him to know what I needed. He switched the whip out for a flogger and I sighed as I came back down from my subspace high. He didn’t say anything when he put the flogger down and ran his hands up and down my body.

Yes!
I shouted in my head. This was what I needed, too. His hands on me so I could feel the way he spoke through touch alone.

“You did so well, my lovely,” he finally whispered, pressing himself against my back. He undid the buckles attaching me to the cross. “You looked incredible. You made me so proud.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He placed soft kisses along the back of my neck. I was faintly aware of the quiet shuffle of people and then there was nothing.

“How did it feel?” he asked.

“It felt so good, Master.” I still felt warm and floaty inside.

“I’m so glad, baby.”

“I thought it would only be painful. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good.”

He lifted me in his arms and carried me to a padded table in the corner of the room. As we went, I realized everyone had left. Once he put me down, he climbed up beside me and pulled a fluffy blanket over both of us. I pushed back against him.

He whispered against the skin at the nape of my neck, “Do you want to come, Abigail?”

“Yes, Master.” I was starting to wake up. “So much.”

He kissed the spot right at the top of my spine, the one he knew would drive me wild. I shivered when he licked it and bit it softly. Ever so slowly, his hand slid between my legs and teased me.

“You looked so hot being worked over by a whip. You handled it so well. Such a good girl.” He continued softly praising me as he worked his finger deeper and started stroking my clit. “When I get you home, I’m going to fuck you properly. For now, I’m going to make you come with my fingers. Come for me. Come all over my fingers like you would my dick.”

Granted permission to come, I moved my hips in an attempt to get his fingers deeper.

“There you go,” he said. “Work for it. Work those hips and give that needy pussy what it wants. What it needs.”

I gyrated my hips. “I need you, Master.”

“For now, you’re just getting my fingers. My fingers fucking that pussy. Do you want more? Do you want to come? Fuck them like you mean it.”

I sucked in a breath and he worked his fingers deeper inside.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “You feel so good and my cock is jealous. It can’t wait to fuck you. To sink inside and pull out and pound back into you over and over and over.” He whispered in my ear, “Are you going to make my cock happy when we get home?”

“Yes, Master.”

He pressed his fingers into the spot inside that always got me off. With a grunt, I pushed back hard against him and came around his fingers.

“That’s it. That’s the way,” he said before pulling me close and tight in his arms. My eyes started to grow heavy and I was barely awake to hear him whisper, “Close your eyes and rest now.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I didn’t doze long. It felt like merely minutes later when I became aware of him kissing my back.

I groaned, realizing he was kissing the marks left by whip. “Feels good to have your lips on me, Master.”

“Then let me keep doing it.”

By the time he’d kissed each and every line, I was once more warm and tingly and desperate for him. But he pulled back again. “I need to dress this.”

“I think I prefer your kisses, Master.”

“I know I prefer kissing you, but I need to do this.” He placed one last kiss on my back. “Get on your stomach.”

I rolled over, fully showing him my back. He put cream of some sort on one of the lash lines and I sucked in a breath.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No, not really.” I thought about it. “It’s just … there.”

But when he applied ointment to another line, there was a definite sting.

“Okay, it hurts a bit,” I confessed. “Which is a bit of a surprise. It didn’t hurt at all while you were doing it.”

“It didn’t?”

“I expected it to, but instead it felt like little tiny bites all over and they kind of shot through me. Almost as if there were a million teeth nibbling at me.” I turned my head and looked up at him. “That doesn’t make sense. I’m not explaining it right. I know it was only the one single tail. You only used one, right?”

“Right.”

“It was amazing.”

He placed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That was what I wanted. You know, if you feel up to it, there’s a party going on.”

I rose on an elbow. “Now?”

Partying sounded fun, but when I went to sit up at his nod, I was sorer than I’d thought. “Ugh. On second thought, maybe we should skip it, Master. I don’t want anyone accidentally bumping into my back.”

His eyes gleamed with wicked secrets. “I have just the thing in mind.”

He climbed off the table and reached for my hand to help me down. Waiting on a nearby table was a thick black robe. Nathaniel held it open for me and I sighed when I put it on, it was so soft.

“Does it hurt your back?” he asked.

“No, Master.”

He nodded. “Follow me.”

We made our way out the door to a set of elevator banks.

“There’s a courtyard out those French doors.” He pointed to the end of the hallway. “And there are private rooms that overlook it.”

We took the elevator up two stories and exited on the third floor. Nathaniel took my hand and led me to the last door at the end of the hallway. He punched in a security code on the door’s keypad.

I peeked inside. It looked like the typical room I’d seen in the BDSM clubs we’d been to before. A bed took up a large portion of the floor space. But at the back of the room were large French doors.

“Take the robe off and kneel in the middle of the floor,” he said just as a knock sounded on the door.

I dropped to my knees and waited. I wondered if he’d invited someone to watch as he had the first time we went to Delaware. I kind of hoped he did; I’d enjoyed those two sessions.

My back was to the door, so I couldn’t see anyone, but I strained my ears to hear. There was only minimal chatter, though. Whoever it was didn’t stay, but Nathaniel didn’t come back to me immediately after they left. I heard his footsteps and the sliding of the French door and he did something outside before joining me.

“Stand up and let’s go out on the balcony and have some wine.”

The temperature was in the mid-sixties, so it wasn’t too cold to be outside naked. There was only one chair, but someone, I assumed Nathaniel, had placed a soft blanket on the floor. As I knelt beside the chair, I noticed there was only one wineglass. I smiled. I liked sharing.

He followed right behind me and sat in the chair. While I waited, he poured the wine, then pressed the glass to my lips.

“Good?” he asked.

“Beyond good. It’s my favorite.”

He stroked my cheek. “I know.”

Loud, pounding music drifted up from the courtyard below. I couldn’t see anything from my spot on the floor. The rail was made of solid stone and there were no places to see through.

I leaned back against Nathaniel’s legs and sighed. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
This
. This right here, on the balcony felt right. Him and me together. He pressed the glass to my lips and I took another sip. I loved simple moments like this.

We sat there for some time, listening to the music, sipping wine, and simply enjoying being in each other’s company. The music grew softer and in its place came the sounds of play: moans, sighs, leather against flesh, and the occasional cry of someone climaxing. The wine made my body feel all warm and buoyant and it was turning me on more and more hearing the sounds of sex, but not being able to see anything.

Nathaniel leaned forward when I started to fidget in arousal and cupped my breast. “Sounds like people are doing more than dancing now, wouldn’t you say?”

I rubbed my chest against his hand. “Mmm.” He felt so good. “Yes, Master.”

He pinched my nipple. “None of that right now.”

It was sweet torture having him sit with his hand on my breast and not being able to move.

“There’s an interesting scene setting up in the far left corner.”

I looked that way, as if the stone in front of me would part and allow me to see. I stifled my sigh.

“Can you see, Abigail?” he asked.

“No, Master.”

“Go stand against the railing.”

I rose to my feet and as I moved toward the rail, I realized night had fallen completely. The way the balcony was situated, with the darkness covering everything, no one would be able to see me. It would be a lot hotter if we
could
be seen or, better yet, if we were down in the courtyard.

My heart pounded as I took my place. The stone was cool against my skin. Perfect actually, since I suddenly felt flushed. I looked over the edge and couldn’t take my eyes off what I saw.

Below us were about thirty people, most of whom were in various stages of undress and participating in various BDSM play. I scanned the crowd. Two men were talking to each other while one had a naked woman at his feet, giving him a blow job. A large post stood in the middle of the courtyard and at the moment, two female submissives were bound to it while their Dom lightly flogged them.

I hadn’t been at the rail long when I felt Nathaniel press along my back. His clothes were rough against me and I couldn’t hold back my moan.

“You can’t be too loud or else we’ll become the main attraction. Though I know you might like that, it’s not exactly what I had in mind for tonight.”

“I’ll be quiet, Master. Or at least, I’ll try to. It’s hard to be too quiet when what you’re doing feels so good.”

He laughed and gave my ass a slap. “Can you see the scene I was talking about now?”

I scanned the floor and looked in the direction he’d mentioned earlier. There didn’t seem to be much going on other than a very interesting setup in the far corner.

“The two men and the woman?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “That one.” He moved his hands along my body with the long sensual strokes, teasing and tempting me. The two men below us were similarly touching the bound woman. I tried to imagine myself in her place. Having not two, but four hands working to bring me pleasure.

“They’re preparing her,” Nathaniel finally said, breaking the silence. “Making sure she’s ready to take both of them. Maybe she’s never serviced two men before.”

The two men were talking. I could see their mouths moving, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. At one point, the woman turned her head and spoke to one of them. He reached down and pushed his thumb into her mouth.

Nathaniel peppered kisses along my spine, and gooseflesh rose in the wake of his lips. I couldn’t keep my eyes from the trio below us as he slid a finger into me and slowly began pumping. One of the men unbuttoned his pants and the woman took him in her mouth. I gasped as Nathaniel rocked his hips into me.

“Open,” he said, pressing the finger that had been inside me against my lips.

I sucked it deep into my mouth, tasting myself and the salt from his skin.

“Do you taste how turned on you are?” He circled his hips again and the action caused my pelvis to hit the wall of the balcony. The coolness from the stone rubbed my clit and sent shock waves through my body.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, but tried to hit the spot again.

Nathaniel took my hips and pulled me back. “Not yet, greedy girl. We’ve just started. Might want to go ahead and think about what you’re going to translate into German tonight.”

“Please, Master. I can’t think about anything but how much I want you inside me.”

“I’m not quite ready to fuck you yet. How about if you watch the trio downstairs and tell me what they’re doing? In German.”

“Du bis so gemein, Meister,”
I said, telling him he was mean.

“You might want to rethink that, Abigail,” he said, and took a step back as if to prove his point. “I can show you mean if you’d like.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Besides, I’m not mean.”

“Right, Master.”

“I’m fucking diabolical.” He spoke the last word as he pushed three fingers inside me. “Don’t move.”