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I yawned. “Almost.”
“Take your time.” His thumb trailed across my bottom lip. “There’s no rush.”
“Simon and Lynne still here?”
“Mmm, either downstairs or outside. I sent him a text letting him know I was staying with you and they could either go for a walk or hang out inside.”
“I hope Lynne’s still calm and the scene didn’t freak her out too much.”
“Simon said she really enjoyed talking with you.”
“She has a good head on her shoulders and is stronger than she looks.”
“I’m glad you got a chance to ease her mind before we did anything; I think it helped a lot.”
“Are you hungry? Lynne and I got most of lunch ready, and all I need to do is put everything out.”
He sat up, bringing me with him. “It’s a little after noon. I’ll go find them while you get dressed. We’ll eat on the sunporch.”
He gave me a quick kiss and then left to find our guests. I stayed in bed for a few minutes, stretching, before heading to the bathroom. My body was filled with delicious aches and pains that would stay with me for days.
Nathaniel had laid out an outfit for me to wear, as well as two pain relievers and a bottle of water. I took the two pills and drank half the water. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, seeing a woman who’d just been consummately fucked. My hair was tousled, and my lips full. The marks of our play were on my backside, I noted, turning around and looking over my shoulder.
The outfit he laid out was a short skirt, no panties, and a soft cotton T-shirt. Casual, but still subtly sexy. I quickly brushed my hair, washed my face, and got dressed.
Lynne was in the kitchen, pulling sandwiches out of the refrigerator when I made it downstairs. She smiled at me shyly. I simply smiled back, remembering the odd feeling I experienced the first time I interacted with someone after watching them play.
“Did you and Simon go for a walk?” I asked, grabbing the glasses from the cabinet and filling them with ice.
“Just for a bit,” she said. “We dipped our feet in your pool, too.”
“Next time you’ll have to bring your bathing suits.” I watched as she got out the fruit salad. “Is there anything you’d like to talk about or ask without the men around?”
She shook her head. “Simon and I talked after. It was nothing like I thought it’d be and yet exactly what I expected at the same time. I know that doesn’t make sense.”
I laughed. “I think I know what you’re trying to say. Did anything surprise you?”
“I thought it’d be awkward, but it was really like we were watching something on TV. The two of you didn’t even seem to know we were there. I think that made it easier.”
“I can guarantee Master never forgot you were there, but you’re right about me. My entire focus was on him.”
“It was captivating, watching him. How he can be so hard and demanding and yet look at you with such love and devotion.”
He didn’t often have me meet his eyes while we were in the playroom, but I knew what she was talking about based on the few times he had allowed it. It was a look I never got tired of seeing and as I thought about it, an idea popped into my head.
Maybe if I could get him to video our play and we watched it?
The idea turned me on. The only thing hotter would be if there were other people watching as we played and I could see their faces as well. I fell into a fantasy of what that would be like.
“Spread your legs wide for our guests, Abigail. Let them see how wet your pussy gets in preparation for my cock.”
I’m blindfolded, so I can’t see anything, but I know the men are there. Watching. I’m sitting on the couch and I move my knees apart.
“Wider,” one of the men says. “I can’t see her clit.”
Nathaniel is behind me. He pinches one of my nipples so hard, tears fill my eyes. “Spread. Now.”
I part my knees as wide as I can and he lets go of my nipple.
“Better. You see now, gentlemen, how desperate she is for my cock? How her pussy gets all nice and wet, anticipating the fucking heading its way.”
“Nice and tight,” another man says. “Bet it fits like a glove.”
“It does,” Nathaniel answers, then leans down to whisper so only I can hear. “They’re going crazy with lust just looking at you spread out for their viewing pleasure. I can only imagine what they’ll be feeling when I’m pounding into that sweet pussy.” He stands up. “Show the gentlemen how you play with your clit, Abigail.”
“Abigail?”
I jumped. What?
Nathaniel had made it into the kitchen and was looking at me with a slightly bemused expression. He raised an eyebrow in an I know what you were thinking way. “You were somewhere else for a moment. Can Simon and I help carry things?”
“Oh, right. I wasn’t. I was,” I stammered. “Yes, yes, you can.”
By the time we made it to the sunporch, even Lynne was laughing.
Everyone sat down and took a sandwich, and we fell into a comfortable chatter. It was the first time I’d really had a chance to talk with Simon and I found him to be friendly and intelligent. The men were discussing an issue Nathaniel was having with his security team. Jonah, his longtime security lead, had turned in his resignation and was moving to California with his fiancée and Domme, Eve. Apparently, Simon had the name of someone who could help.
As the men chatted on, I turned to Lynne. She worked as an admin for a well-known law firm that was right down the street from the public library where I used to work. Her eyes grew big as she gushed about her favorite authors.
During a break in our conversation, I realized the men had stopped talking and were looking at us. I kicked myself for not paying closer attention to Nathaniel’s needs.
“Can I get something for you, Master?” I asked.
An evil smile played on his lips. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you can.”
I pushed my chair back.
“Sit down.”
Oh, hell.
He nodded toward his left. “When you were in the kitchen a little bit ago, you were daydreaming about something. What was it?”
He wasn’t seriously asking me that, was he? But the look on his face told me he was completely serious. “It was on the personal side, Master.”
“Yes.”
But of course he knew that and his face held no reprieve. Apparently, playtime hadn’t ended in the playroom. I didn’t look at Simon or Lynne.
I took a deep breath. “It was a fantasy. I was blindfolded and naked, sitting on a couch. You were standing behind me.”
He raised an eyebrow. Keep going.
“There were”—fuck, this was embarrassing—“there were men in the room. Wa-watching.” While I spoke, he kept his attention on me. Never glancing away. “You were letting them look at me and whispering to me about how much they wanted me and how it’d drive them crazy when you fucked me. And we were being taped.”
“Exhibitionist all the way, aren’t you?” he asked, talking about the time we had sex under a blanket at the Super Bowl.
“Yes, Master.”
“Would you like to one day play in front of a group of men? Have them watch while I fuck you?”
Damn. I shifted in my chair, feeling my arousal grow. “Yes, Master.”
“Does it turn you on knowing that they’ll look at you and want to fuck you?”
“Uh,” I stammered. “Yes, Master, but I know you won’t let them touch me.”
“No, they won’t touch you, but they’ll most likely be jerking off while they picture themselves fucking you.”
“I know I’m safe with you, Master.”
He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Whatever we do, you are completely safe in my care. I value you more than my own life.”
