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in answer to his question.
“No, though the suggestion is tempting. But I’m not going to fuck you during lunch.” He stayed quiet for a long moment, making me wonder what his plans were before. “I’m going to watch you fuck yourself.”
I loved and hated when he watched. Loved it, because I knew it aroused him, and nothing pleased me more than knowing he became turned on by something I did. Equally, though, I hated it because if he was simply watching, he wasn’t touching. And the selfish part of me wanted his hands on me.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Keep it up.”
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. I imagined I was on a stage with a group of people watching. Their eyes were riveted on me while I pleasured myself. I slid my fingers through my wetness and ran one lightly over my clit. As I pictured in my mind how the audience reacted to my display, I started to work my fingers faster.
Not being able to bring myself relief was borderline painful. I kept waiting for Nathaniel to undress and join me on the bed, but when I cracked an eye open to peek, he was still fully clothed. Suddenly afraid I would push myself over the line if I kept my actions up, I slowed my fingers.
“Smart,” Nathaniel said. “I was starting to think you were going to come without permission.”
He hadn’t told me to stop, so I kept teasing myself. “It was tempting, Master.”
“You can stop now.” He stood up and walked to the closet, talking while he shuffled clothes. “There’s been a change in plans. We’re staying in for lunch. It’ll be delivered shortly after our guest arrives.”
My body had somewhat relaxed since he’d told me to stop, but I tensed at the word guest. “A guest, Master?”
“Yes, it’s not a stranger. You’ll recognize him.” He pulled out a lightweight blue sundress and held it out. “No bra. No underwear. And you’ll be serving us both.”
I think my heart rate jumped to about one hundred forty beats a minute. We both agreed not to play sexually with anyone else, so any serving I did wouldn’t involve anything intimate. And still the thought of interacting with another Dominant appealed to me.
“Go ahead and change,” he said, with a muffled laugh that told me he picked up on exactly what I was thinking. “You don’t have time to take a shower.”
I climbed out of bed, took the sundress he selected, and hurried to the bathroom to get ready. I kept my hair down because I knew he preferred it that way. I applied only light makeup and, lastly, I slid into the dress. Seconds later, I found Nathaniel in the living room.
“Very nice, Abigail,” he said. “I can’t wait to show our guest what an excellent submissive you are. Especially when you’re sober.”
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been drunk, so I didn’t understand his comment until I answered the knock on the door.
“Hello, Abby,” Jeff Parks said, his voice just as gruff as I remembered.
My mouth moved soundlessly for several seconds before I remembered how I was supposed to act. I pulled the door open wider, allowing him to enter the room. “Very nice to see you again, Sir. Please come in.”
He nodded and walked inside to shake Nathaniel’s hand. “Nathaniel.”
“Welcome, Jeff. So glad you could join us.”
I took my place by Nathaniel’s side and slid closer to him when he placed a hand at the top of my ass.
“Would you like something to drink, Sir?” I asked.
“Not right now. I’m fine,” Jeff said.
There was another knock on the door.
Nathaniel’s touch on my back grew rougher. “That’s lunch, Abigail. I need to discuss a few things with Jeff.”
In other words, lunch setup was mine.
“Yes, Master,” I said and stepped away to let the deliveryman in.
The only table in the suite was the one Nathaniel caned me on. It’d been cleaned since then and there was nowhere else to set up. We just wouldn’t tell Jeff. I took the china and silver from the cabinet nearby and set the table for two, not wanting to assume I’d be invited to eat with the men.
I left the food covered and on the pushcart beside the table, thinking that would enable me to serve better. I idly glanced at the clock and then the closed bedroom door; almost ten minutes had passed. Whatever could the two guys be discussing that took that long?
I went to the middle of the living room and knelt to wait for them. After all the time I’d spent kneeling earlier in the day, it actually felt more natural to wait for him on my knees than it did to stand.
They entered the room quietly. Only the faint scuff of shoes against carpet gave them away. Neither one of them spoke to me as they walked by on their way to the table. Maybe they were going to serve themselves and I’d stay on the floor the entire time.
“Look at this,” Nathaniel said to Jeff. “My Abigail has set the table up for lunch. What do you think?”
“I think she went a bit overboard, since we won’t be using all that dinnerware.”
I wasn’t sure I heard that right. They weren’t going to use the dinnerware? They would if I put the food on it.
“I believe you’re right,” Nathaniel said. “And we’re missing something.”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, but since you brought it up. Yes, we are.”
Missing something? What had I missed?
“Abigail, Come here, please.”
I mentally went through everything I’d put on the table, but couldn’t figure out what I’d missed. The plates, silver, napkin, glasses. Everything was there. What had I missed that was so huge both men picked up on it?
I rose to my feet and walked over to him. He didn’t look angry; he looked calm and relaxed with just a hint of sexy promise in his eyes.
He stopped me before I could kneel. “Remain standing.”
Jeff stood behind him, but I kept my eyes on Nathaniel.
“Thank you for setting lunch up,” Nathaniel said. “I didn’t give you any instructions and what you did would be exactly what I’d want you to do if we were sitting down for lunch. But we’re not.”
I looked over his shoulder to Jeff, but his expression was neutral. Like the weekend we met, he wore all black. He still looked intimidating and stern, though at the moment his arms weren’t crossed.
“Take the dress off, Abigail,” Nathaniel commanded.
I wanted to protest that I didn’t have anything on underneath the outfit, but of course he knew that. I’d been naked in front of people before, but never with only two men present. This was very close to my fantasies. I shot a quick glance Jeff’s way, but he looked completely unaffected by Nathaniel’s instructions.
My fingers trembled with anticipation as I reached behind my back and unzipped the dress. Hadn’t I just put it on? I should have just remained naked.
Though that would have given the deliveryman the shock of his life.
I drew the dress over my head and let it fall to a puddle on the floor. As it fell, I sank deeper into my headspace. For now, I existed only for my Master. I was his to do with as he pleased and if he wanted to show me off to his friend, I’d make him proud.
“Leave the heels on,” Nathaniel said and his voice was rougher than it had been minutes earlier. He leaned close and whispered, “You look fucking hot wearing nothing but those heels and my collar.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“As you’re aware, Master Parks is a Dominant. But what you might not know is that he has a certain fondness for bondage.”
“Very interesting, Master.” I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded. The fact that he was telling me Jeff was into bondage could mean only one thing.
“Yes, I thought so, too. Which is part of the reason I invited him over.” He looked over to Jeff. “Can you get the chair ready?”
Jeff nodded and moved one of the chairs into the middle of the room. His eyes met mine and the corner of his mouth lifted into a half smile. He was a good guy; I felt safe and comfortable around him. But
of course, I knew Nathaniel would have never staged this scene with Jeff if we couldn’t trust him.
Now Jeff turned away and went through a bag I hadn’t noticed before. One of the men must have brought it into the room while my head was bowed.
“Safeword if you feel the need,” Nathaniel said. “Otherwise, I want you to listen and obey. Master Parks is here by my invitation as my guest and he is well aware of my rules and your limits.”
