The Exhibitionist

  “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.”

  I whimpered. Holy shit, he felt so good. I wanted to move and get more of him inside me, but I forced myself to be still.

  “Now tell me what they’re doing,” he said.

  I murmured in perfect German that she had one in her mouth.

  “Always a good idea to keep a sub’s mouth occupied.” He hooked his fingers up, touching that spot that drove me crazy. “I’d fuck yours, but you have German to work on. Tell me what the other one is doing.”

  I replied that his head was between her legs.

  “Ah, he’s tasting her.” He removed his fingers abruptly and I heard him lick them. “Mmm,” he hummed.

  I expected him to finger-f
uck me again, so I was surprised when his hands came up to my shoulders.

  “I want you leaning over the stone so that when I fuck you, your nipples scrape the railing. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Master.” I readjusted my stance, aided by his hands, pushing me into place.

  “Tell me what the two men are doing now.”

  “The one guy has stopped licking her and he’s penetrating her now. She’s arching, but the other one is holding her head still while he uses her mouth.”

  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 w
hispers 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.