The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) (23 page)

“Very, Master.”

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

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

“What are you guys doing?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That I believe.”

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

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

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

“Follow me,” Nathaniel said after they left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes! Finally!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know. Pinch them. Hard.”

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

“Did it hurt?” he asked.

“No, Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You bring it out in me, Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Master. So bad.”

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

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

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

“Oh, hell yes, Master.”

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

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

“Get there, Abigail.”

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

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

“Come.”

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

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

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

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

He kissed my neck. “Let me help.”

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

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

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

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

I swayed slightly. “Yes, Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

“That looks like Charlene,” I said.

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

And he hadn’t said anything yet.

“It
is
Charlene.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That
dimmed her high-wattage smile just a bit.

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