The Exhibitionist

by Tara Sue Me

  “Please don’t make me. It won’t fit.”

  “Enough. I’ll call the guards to take you away so they can all take turns fucking you.”

  I made my eyes wide. “No, Sir. Please. Not that. I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “I’ll do anything, Sir.”

  “Very well. First, you’re going to kiss my cock and then I’ll show you how I’ll fuck your pussy by taking your mouth. After that you’re going to bend over the bed so I can take you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “But that’s not all. You said anything. So you’re also going to offer your ass to me.”

  I faltered just a bit. There wasn’t any lube out. Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get some out of a drawer. I knew he’d never take my ass without it, but the thought pulled me out of my role for a minute.

  “Guard!” he said with a smirk.

  I jumped, not expecting him to call out like that. But one look at his face and I knew he’d said that about my ass because he knew it’d stun me momentarily. I could have begged him not to call the guards, but since I’d already done that a few times, I decided to do something to momentarily stun him.

  I gave him a smirk of my own, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his cock. “Mmm, you taste like cotton candy, Sir. Do all cocks taste like sweet sugary treats?”

  He choked out a laugh. “Come here,” he said, pulling me up from the floor and gathering me in his arms. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me close for a kiss.

  “No more barbarian?” I said against his lips.

  “Not right now.” He nibbled my ear. “Maybe later.”

  “Good,” I said. “I like your cock too much to act like a proper virgin.”

  “Just as well. I doubt I could be gentle enough for a virgin.” He kissed me once more, then pulled back. “Since we couldn’t stay in role for the role play, we’ll have to do something else. You have two minutes to make me come with your mouth. I want those hot lips around my cock. I want you to take me in your throat as far as you can and when I come, I want your eyes on me as you swallow.”

  It was more than his voice or his command that turned me on. It was more than the role play and the anticipation of what was coming next. It was the thought that I was being filmed, that there was another presence in the room besides the two of us. “Nothing would give me more pleasure.”

  He brushed my cheek once more. “One minute, fifty seconds.”

  Shit.

  I dropped to my knees and engulfed him in my mouth, sucking hard, and taking him deep. I grabbed his ass and held him to me. He pumped his hips in and out.

  “I love fucking your mouth. Feeling you hot and wet around me.”

  I wasn’t sure how much time I had left, but I knew if he was still talking in complete sentences, I probably wasn’t going to make his time limit. In all honesty, that might have been his plan. But he didn’t count on one thing….

  I lightly stroked the skin leading to his anus.

  “Damn it,” he said, jerking in my mouth.

  I did it a second time and when he thrust forward again, I circled his opening. I couldn’t insert my finger without lube, but I pressed gently and gave the illusion I might.

  “Fuck!” he said again, and he grabbed my hair tight, holding my head still as he came.

  After cleaning him off, I dropped back to my knees and waited. I didn’t have to wait long.

  “Bed. Now.”

  I climbed up on the bed. I didn’t have his collar on, but it still turned me on to submit to him. It used to bother me that I liked it so much. Now, though, I simply accepted it. It was who I was, just like my hair color.

  He moved to the end of the bed, his eyes hungry as they raked over my naked body. “I want you to work yourself to where you’re on the verge of coming and I want you to be vocal while you do it. Get into proper position so I can watch.”

  I shifted and got on my back, spreading my knees slightly, allowing him an unobstructed view. “Can you see how much I want you when I’m like this?”

  “Yes. Very nice. Show me how you like me to touch you.”

  I circled my breasts with both hands. “I love your hands on me. When you come to me urgently and you need me. How you turn me on simply by playing with my breasts. Sucking my nipples.” I plucked one. He’d only used clamps on me once since Henry’s birth and that was in Delaware before we moved. “I wonder if Master would like to decorate my nipples with his clamps sometime soon.”

  “Yes, I think so. It’s been too long since I’ve seen those tits taking the teeth of my clamp. Watching how you try to get away when I pull their chain.”

  He wasn’t lying. Those things had fucking hurt when he first put them on. When he connected them with a chain and pulled, the shock flew through my body and centered right on my clit. For the first few seconds, I’d fight it. Try to get away from the pain, but Nathaniel knew better and wouldn’t let me. He knew the pleasure headed my way if I simply gave in and let the feeling complete its path.

  “I would welcome you pulling the chain.”

  “Pinch those nipples. Pull at them.”

  I obeyed. My breasts were so sensitive I hoped he had me move forward relatively soon. Just thinking about him using the clamps turned me on, and when I added the way he watched me as I pulled and pinched, I feared I couldn’t hold back my release.

  “Slip your hands down between your legs. See how wet you are.”

  I groaned, knowing I was going from one form of torture to another. But I slid my hands down my body and slipped them inside. “So wet.”

  I glanced up and he was watching me intently, his hand stroking his cock. “So wet for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “But you were a naughty girl when you had my cock in your mouth, weren’t you?”

  “I was? But I made you come in less than two minutes.”

  His hand was working faster, his erection growing as a result. “Ah, but were those my only instructions?”

  “I think so?” I thought back. Hadn’t they been?

  “I believe my command was to make me come in two minutes with your mouth.”

  Oh, fuck.

  “And how did you make me come?” he asked.

  “With my fingers.”

  “Yes, my wicked girl. You thought you’d get me off faster if you played with my ass, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, and apparently it worked.” I couldn’t let him forget that.

  “True, but you didn’t follow my specific directions, wouldn’t you agree?”

  He was right, damn it all. “I suppose.”

  “What would I have said if it’d been appropriate to use your fingers?”

  “You’ve have said, ‘Make me come in under two minutes.’”

  He slowed his hands. His erection was once more thick and long. “Since you didn’t follow instructions and decided to play with my ass instead, I’m going to fuck yours.”

  I waited for him to say I couldn’t come, but he didn’t. I was going to make damn sure I heard every word he said from now on.

  “I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to lower your ass onto my cock.” He nodded toward the nightstand. “Get the lube. It’s in the top drawer.”

  I rolled to the side and rummaged in his nightstand drawer for the lube. By the time I found it and rolled back to the middle, he was lying down on the bed, fisting his cock, his hand moving up and down. Knowing it would soon be in me.

  Oh, fuck yes.

  “Don’t sit there looking at it,” he said with a smile. “Get it ready for your ass.”

  I took the lube and squeezed some into my palm. I rubbed my hands together and then started on his cock.

  “Straddle me,” he said, and I hurried into place, with a knee on either side of his body. “Put some in my hand.”

  I put a good-sized amount in the palm of his hands and went back to his cock.
/>   “There you go. Get that cock ready. Get it ready to take your tight ass.”

  Fuck, when he talked like that, I couldn’t wait to get him inside me. One of his fingers started playing with my anus. I resisted the temptation to push against his finger.

  “Have you been using your plugs?” he asked.

  “Yes, of course.” After forgetting to use the plugs the month before our honeymoon, I’d never made that mistake again. The only time I hadn’t used a plug on a regular basis was when I was pregnant. Nathaniel limited our anal play then.

  “You love it, don’t you?” he asked, dipping a finger inside. “Servicing my cock with your ass. Letting me fuck you there?”

  “Yes, so much.” He knew I did. I loved how it exhibited my submission to him. Offering that part of myself to him, that part that no one else had ever taken. I wouldn’t have believed it possible before I met him, but over the years, I’d had some of my most intense orgasms from anal sex.

  In fact, the first time he’d taken me there, he’d also used a vibrator. The closest I’d ever get to double penetration. I remembered the books I’d been reading and how I’d imagined being between two men, servicing two Doms.

  “What was that thought, Abby?” he asked, pushing his finger deeper and rubbing one of my nipples with the other.

  “You let me experience, sort of, what double penetration would be like. When you use a vibrator, when you, oh, fuck yes.” I momentarily lost track of my thoughts when he hooked his finger inside me.

  He looked smug. “Yes, it’s the best I can do, since I don’t have two cocks.”

  I was impaled by his finger and I knew what would soon be replacing it. I wanted it. Badly.

  “Now,” he said, “I think it’s about time you mounted up so I can fuck you properly.”

  I rose above him slightly, knowing he was lining himself up. I looked down so I could watch as I lowered myself.

  “There you go. Take that cock,” he said. “Going to fuck that ass.”

  I closed my eyes when I felt him start to enter me and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. That first penetration was always the best. The most intense. The initial stretch, followed by the push inside, finally feeling him fill me so completely; there wasn’t room for anything other than him. Even my thoughts belonged to him.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he said. “Ride me.”

  He went so deep in this position. I felt him everywhere. For a second I wasn’t sure I could move. His hands grabbed my waist and he started lifting me and then bringing me back down on him.

  “Ah. Ah. Ah,” I panted in time with our movements.

  He worked his hips harder and faster. “Yes, damn it. You like me fucking your ass, don’t you?”

  I made some sort of sound, it didn’t sound like anything to me, but Nathaniel knew exactly how I felt and reacted. I worked my body in time with his hands, needing him harder and deeper.

  “Naughty girls love cock and take it anywhere their man wants to put it.” His voice was rough. “Look to your right, Abigail. See how naughty you are.”

  I knew what I’d see when I turned my head. I’d planned the bedroom after all. I was the one who decided to place a mirror exactly where it’d be possible to see ourselves. Even then, it was still somewhat of a shock to see me wanton and free, fucking myself with his cock.

  “See it?” he asked. “See how naughty you are?” His hand drifted to my breasts and he fondled me roughly.

  Watching us in the mirror was even better than watching us on film. With the mirror, I felt every thrust of his hips, every pinch of his fingers on my sensitive nipples. My eyes threatened to roll back in my head, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  “Don’t even think about closing your eyes,” he said. “I want you to watch as I come inside you. Hold still.”

  I held still suspended above him, bracing myself for what I knew was coming. “Please let me come,” I begged.

  “Yes,” he said, right before he began punishing thrusts that hit me oh so right. Over and over he stroked in and out of me and my release was rushing toward me, unstoppable.

  “Fuck, fuck, oh, holy fucking shit.” The movement of him within me, the sight of us in the mirror, was too much and I gave in to the building need and let my climax crash over me.

  “Yes. Damn it.” They were the only words he could manage as his own climax made him stiffen and press deep inside me.

  I fell on top of him, exhausted, but he held me tight in his arms, kissing my hair and murmuring his love. I lifted my head for a soft kiss. It wasn’t until we were both almost asleep that I realized I needed to call Lynne back. Too tired to move and knowing it was too late, I put it on my mental to-do list for the next day.

  Chapter Nine

  ABBY

  Nathaniel had business meetings in Wilmington the following afternoon, so he was working from home in the morning. We all ate breakfast together and he went with me to drop the kids off at preschool. Then we came home to find my supervisor, Meagan, waiting for me. Nathaniel nodded her way to welcome her before closing himself in his office to work.

  He wasn’t one to hold grudges, but I’d wound up in a bad situation a few months ago and he blamed Meagan.

  “He’s never going to like me, is he?” she asked as I led her into the library.

  I decided to treat that as a rhetorical question. “I can’t believe you’re here this early. When you said you’d stop by today, I thought it’d be closer to lunchtime.”

  “I spent the night in a little bed-and-breakfast nearby,” she said. “I do that sometimes, just take a night and get out of the city. It clears my head.”

  We chatted in the library for a while about work, discussing the show and possibilities for the Web site. She asked to see the house and I was giving her a tour when the doorbell rang.

  “Nathaniel’s in a conference call. I need to get that,” I said to Meagan, hurrying from the kitchen to get the door.

  “No problem,” she said. “I need to be heading back to the city anyway. I’ll walk with you.”

  We made our way to the front door. As expected, Nathaniel’s office door was closed as we walked by and I heard someone speaking on the speakerphone.

  “I don’t think he was expecting anyone,” I said. “He would have told me if he was.”

  Apollo sat by the front door, waiting, but trotted up to Meagan when he saw her. He was timid around most people, but he liked her. Meagan had told me once that she always had a golden retriever growing up, but her current apartment wouldn’t allow dogs.

  I peeked through the peephole, surprised at who I saw. I unlocked the door and opened it.

  “Mr. DeVaan,” I said. “Please come in.”

  I’d met Master DeVaan the first time Nathaniel and I went to Wilmington. He owned an art gallery there, but I also found out that he was a photographer. One of his specialties was erotic photos.

  “Thank you, Abby,” he said. “Sorry to just drop by like this, but your portrait was delivered yesterday. I thought I’d bring it over myself.”

  “Luke?” Meagan asked in a voice so strained that I turned my entire attention to her. She was so pale she looked as if she’d seen a ghost. For a second she looked as if she just might be one herself.

  DeVaan seemed to notice for the first time that we weren’t alone. “Meagan? Is that you?”

  An uneasy silence fell across the room, broken only by Nathaniel coming to the door.

  “DeVaan,” he said. “I just got your text. I’m sorry I didn’t