The Exhibitionist, Page 9

  Nathaniel had us sit at the kitchen table. Whenever I had his collar on and he wanted me to speak freely, we’d sit there. I made him bananas Foster French toast. It was a recipe I’d created while I was still single and he loved it. I didn’t often have time to cook it, though. One look at Nathaniel’s expression when I set his plate down made me vow to do it more often.

  “This looks great,” he said.

  “Thank you, Master. I’m sorry it’s been so long, I’ll have to make it more often.”

  “Maybe once we hire a nanny, things will settle down a bit.” He took a bite and closed his eyes in bliss.

  I sat down, smiling inwardly as I typically did whenever I saw his joy at my cooking. He was an outstanding cook as well, so it really stoked my ego for him to like something I made.

  “Tomorrow morning I’m cooking breakfast for you,” he said.

  I still had his collar on and it wasn’t typical of him to cook when I did. “That’s unexpected, Sir.” I ate a bit of toast, making sure I got a piece of banana.

  “I’m fairly certain you’ll be otherwise occupied.”

  I couldn’t even start to imagine what he meant by that, so I just nodded. “I look forward to it, Sir. I’ll welcome whatever you have me do.”

  “Mmm.”

  I didn’t think he believed me. I wasn’t sure I blamed him.

  “Would you like some orange juice, Sir?” I asked.

  “No, the coffee’s fine. But thank you.” He took a bite of banana. “Any thoughts about the meeting last night?”

  “Yes, I really want to tell you what I’ve been thinking. I didn’t see anything inherently wrong with their setup. They just seem like a normal group, and in fact I think they have more fun and interesting members than most groups. I like a lot of them, and I’m looking forward to getting to know them better and becoming friends. If you think about the two men who were problems, one was an experienced Dom. The other was a newbie. So I don’t think the problems are related.”

  “Right, and I know Jeff ran background checks. Nothing turned up on either man. I looked over them myself. There’s nothing that would have raised a flag for me.”

  I tapped my fingers on the tabletop. “I wonder if either man would have been invited to join if we’d asked for references.”

  “The problem with references, though, is you can pick who provides them for you and you obviously won’t pick someone who might say something negative.”

  “What if you had to get a reference from someone already in the group?”

  The corner of his mouth lifted and he jotted a note down on the pad at his side. “I like that.”

  “At least that way, a new member wouldn’t be a complete unknown. And since everyone is having to resubmit their paperwork, we’d trust them.”

  “I wonder if we should go a step further and, even after a group recommendation, there should be a provisional period.”

  “Like a test?”

  “No, I was just thinking more like a probationary period before they are fully accepted as members. It’s important we get to know new people before we trust them, isn’t it? In fact, maybe something else we should do is have new members meet the senior Dominants. We could stipulate that they meet together over dinner or something. So we can get to know potential members personally.”

  “That might be a good thing to put in place before they even attend a group meeting,” I suggested.

  He wrote that down. “I think it’d be good for experienced players if their first play scene or two were observed by a senior member.”

  “Would senior submissives be allowed to observe the newcomers?”

  “Yes, even the submissives.”

  “Do you think a potential Dom member would take issue with being observed by one of the submissive senior members?” I asked.

  “If they did, I think that would give us all the insight into their character we needed, don’t you?”

  I smiled. “Yes, Sir. Very much so.”

  “In fact, it might be a good idea to get a sub’s thoughts on a potential Dominant.”

  “Do you think you’d work it the other way? Have a senior Dom observe a sub?”

  “Fair is fair, right?” he asked through a chuckle.

  “That would only be for experienced people. What are your thoughts for the new ones?”

  “I think new members should be made to go through a mandatory mentor training with a senior member.”

  “You’re putting a lot of responsibility on the senior members. It’s going to take a lot of time to clear a new member.”

  “But if it works, the tradeoff would be worth it because we’ll know we can trust that person.”

  “True, but all this will make it harder to join the group, so it won’t get much bigger.”

  “I’d thought about that,” he said. “But again, isn’t it worth it if it keeps everyone safe?”

  I watched him for a minute. He was wearing jeans and a soft T-shirt in a green hue that matched his eyes. It was one of those everyday moments that took my breath away. Just the joy of a simple moment, sharing a meal and talking. The way his smile danced across lips.

  The smile deepened. “What?” he asked.

  “You.” I reached across the table and took his hand. “How everything comes back to safety. How you won’t put up with attitude from a Dom.” I dropped my voice. “How damn hot you look in that T-shirt, how it pulls across your chest, and how your face is all scruffy because you haven’t shaved yet.”

  He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “You’re making it very hard for me to concentrate on the group when you say things like that.”

  “Good, because we’ve already made a really good start and I think we should put it aside for now and continue with our weekend, Sir.”

  He tilted his head.

  “I did say Sir,” I reminded him. “And we’re at the kitchen table.”

  “I wasn’t going to reprimand you.”

  I let out a breath. “Oh.”

  “I was going to say, look at how damn hot you are in that T-shirt.”

  His words were so unexpected, I laughed. “With all due respect, Sir, I find that hard to believe.”

  “You’re right. I was going to agree with you. It is time to continue our weekend.”

  Something about his expression made desire swell low in my belly.

  But he was full of surprises. “First thing is a jog.”

  A jog? Was he serious?

  My disappointment must have been obvious. He laughed. “There’ll be plenty of time later in the day for what you’re thinking. It’s been a while since we’ve jogged together and I know I need a good workout.”

  I nearly huffed. Sex. Sex was a workout.

  “Later, Abigail.”

  Two weeks later, I stood in front of the large gathering of people for the tri-state conference. Nathaniel and I had driven up for the evening, since it was being held in Philadelphia at a private club. There were easily one hundred people present, and only a handful of them were from our Partners in Play group.

  The St. Andrew’s cross Nathaniel requested stood behind me. He’d told me he wanted me nude, and though there were parts of my body I didn’t like, at the moment I felt sexy and sultry. Being in a BDSM demo, having the opportunity to play in front of people never made me feel self-conscious. When we were in a scene and Nathaniel was controlling me, it was as if I saw myself through his eyes. Even when he didn’t say anything, I could see how he felt just by looking in his eyes.

  I doubted anyone other than Nathaniel noticed my nervousness. Or at least, I hoped they didn’t. They had all smiled warmly and welcomed us when we arrived earlier. I felt the urge to fidget, but forced myself to remain still. Nathaniel placed a hand at the small of my back and I took a deep breath.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master. Just a few butterflies at being in front of a new group. But overall I’m excited.” Sometimes I wondered if it was the excite
ment that helped turn me on.

  “Kneel for me,” he said, and I dropped to my knees.

  He called the group to order and introduced us.

  “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.