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Oh, no it wasn’t.
All thoug
hts of climax left my mind as I turned my entire focus on what was inside me. Nathaniel had several dildos and vibrators, but none of them felt like what he was currently using. Whatever it was didn’t feel like glass and it hadn’t carried temperature like metal.
Could it have been something the deliveryman brought? I concentrated on the feel of it moving inside me. Smooth.
“We didn’t give her a time frame, did we?” Nathaniel asked Jeff.
“No, that would have been a good rule though.”
“Who’s to say I can’t change the rules? You have twenty seconds, Abigail, or else I’m bending you over the couch arm and I’ll strap you before making your ass take this thing.”
Smooth. Hard. Rounded at the end.
“Ten seconds.”
“Cucumber!” I yelled. “It’s a cucumber.”
Nathaniel pulled it out and I groaned at its loss. Damn it. They weren’t going to let me come. Not yet anyway. Maybe soon.
I hoped.
Why were they silent, though? Had I gotten it wrong?
“Very good, Abby,” Jeff said, but he didn’t sound pleased. “It was a cucumber.”
I beamed from under the blindfold. Ass saved.
“There’s only one problem,” he continued and my smile left. “Do you know what that problem is?”
I racked my brain, trying to think. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I hadn’t come and I’d guessed correctly.
Jeff’s voice was close to my ear. “You forgot to call me Sir or Master Parks and now I have to punish you. Shame to do it. You were doing so well. But I told you what to call me and gave you the consequences if you didn’t. I have to follow through.”
“Agreed,” Nathaniel said. “Have to be consistent. What are you thinking you’ll do?”
There was another silence as he thought. “The item in the bowl.”
Nathaniel sucked in a breath. “We’ve never done that. I’ll have to put a time limit on it.”
“Of course.”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What was in the bowl that made even Nathaniel hesitate. It couldn’t be a hard limit. I tried to run down the last checklist we’d done, but my mind went blank.
“I usually put it in a sub’s anus,” Jeff said. I heard the metallic clink of the tray. “But since Abby is so beautifully bound, I think her pussy will work just fine. We can even have her guess what it is.”
Nathaniel laughed. “You truly are an evil bastard. No wonder we get along so well.”
Well, hell. That didn’t tell me anything. Just that I was having something else put inside me. And that I’d have to guess what it was. What could be put inside me that Nathaniel and I had never used?
“There we go,” Jeff said. “Nice and smooth.”
I suddenly had a very bad feeling I knew what was in the bowl. I tried to stand up.
“Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.
“I just thought . . . I don’t want . . . We haven’t . . .”
“I didn’t hear a safe word. Thank you, Jeff.”
Something wet was right at my entrance. Fuck. And I was bound to the damn chair spread wide-open for whatever it was they wanted to do to me. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to safeword over this. I could do it. I’d do it for Nathaniel.
“I think she knows,” Jeff said.
“Probably,” Nathaniel answered; then he addressed me. “There are a few submissives who can orgasm from the sensation. On the off chance you’re one of them, remember you don’t have permission.”
I nodded and clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I would bet our house on the fact I wasn’t one of those submissives. “Do it, Master.”
Without saying another word, he pushed the wet object inside me. Jeff placed his hand on my shoulder and I waited for the inevitable.
It started out feeling cold, which I wasn’t expecting. Maybe I had guessed wrong. But as it stayed in place, it slowly got warmer and I knew I’d been correct.
“It’s ginger, Sir.” Nathaniel and I had never played with ginger before, but I’d spoken with enough submissives to know it was called figging.
“It is, Abby. And it’s going to start feeling really uncomfortable in just a few seconds.”
“Thank you for the warning, Sir.” It was a bit of a sassy reply, but he was silent. No doubt thinking the coming sensation would more than correct my behavior.
Gradually, just like he said, the ginger felt hotter and hotter and before too long, I was wiggling in my chair trying to get some relief. I cursed under my breath.
“What was that, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked, sounding mildly amused.
“I said, get this damn thing out of me!”
“Jeff?”
“I think she can take more.”
Easy for him to say—he wasn’t the one with a hunk of ginger stuck up him. “FUCK! It’s hot!”
“Why did we have to use the ginger, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. It was too hard to think about anything other than the hot, burning sensation between my legs. “Please, just take it out, Master.”
“Answer the question.” He gave my pussy a hard smack and that somehow made the burn even worse.
“Okay, okay.” Anything to get it out. “I neglected to treat Master Parks with the proper respect. Master.”
He smacked it again.
“Owww.”
“Is that the way you treat a guest I invited over?” he asked.
“No, Master. I’m sorry. Owwww. I’m sorry, Master Parks.”
The burn had reached new levels of intensity. I squirmed uselessly, even trying to wiggle my arms free. I had just opened my mouth to yellow when Nathaniel said, “There we go,” and slid the ginger out.
Relief came almost immediately and I could have wept with joy. Instead I repeated, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over.
Nathaniel pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, my lovely. But that was fun. We’re going to do that again in the future and I think I’ll fuck you while it’s inside you.”
“Oh, shit,” I said, but inside I wondered, how would that feel?
“Can you unbind her?” he asked Jeff.
“Will do.”
He started with my ankles and as always it was accompanied by the feeling of being unwound. It was such an odd sensation, but one I enjoyed.
“You handled the ginger so well,” Nathaniel said, still very close to my lips. One of his hands grazed my hip and drifted toward my belly button. “I’m going to let you come and Jeff’s going to watch.”
I’d thought my arousal was dead after the ginger, but hearing him and knowing Jeff was watching proved to be a turn-on. With just that one sentence he sparked a flame deep in my belly. “Oh, thank you, Master.”
“Hold on,” he teased. “Let me make sure I use the right hand. Wouldn’t want to use the one that held the ginger.”
Behind me, Jeff snorted, but continued with his unwinding. “Did that once. Had my mind on how well she’d done and wanted to please her. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.”
“I’m certain it was my right hand, so I promise to only use my
