The Exhibitionist

by Tara Sue Me

  my spine. The right woman could get lost in that laugh. “The art gallery and photography are hobbies. The clubs are a job. But they’re also a pleasure. Life is good when you enjoy what you do.”

  “I know exactly what you’re talking about,” I said. “I feel the same way.”

  “I read your blog. Very insightful observations.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Though I must admit, I’ve yet to catch you on TV. Monday nights are usually busy at the club.”

  “I’m only on for a few minutes and if you didn’t know it was me, you probably wouldn’t recognize me.”

  “Keeping your identity private?” he asked.

  “Yes, for a number of reasons, but mostly because of the kids, and quite frankly my identity isn’t really anyone’s business.”

  His lips curved up into a smile. “How very true. I commend you for finding a way you can get up on television every week. The other thing I mentioned to Nathaniel is, I’m thinking about opening a club here. If I can find a partner, that is.”

  “Master and I were just talking the other day about how the Partners in Play group needed a home base.”

  “Yes, he told me that when he called.”

  I looked to Nathaniel. “Are you going to be a partner, Master?”

  “I’m giving it some thought. I would like your opinion, though.”

  My heart swelled because I knew he was letting Luke know in a not at all subtle way that he valued my opinion and we made such decisions jointly.

  “Off the top of my head, I can’t think of a reason you shouldn’t do it.”

  “Good,” he said. “We can talk about it a little later, but I agree, I couldn’t find any reason not to. Daniel’s been very accommodating letting the group use his house so frequently, but I just think it would be better to have a centralized location that isn’t a personal residence.”

  “Especially now that Julie’s moved in and Cole’s in the guesthouse.” Would Cole be staying permanently? I hadn’t heard about him moving anywhere, and I hadn’t heard he was looking for a residence, either.

  “Yes, it’s a lot for one person.”

  “If you like,” Luke said, “I can send you some general information on my plans.”

  “That would be great.” Nathaniel wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked at the table. My eyes followed suit. It appeared that everyone had finished eating.

  “Can I get you anything else, Master DeVaan?” I asked.

  “No, thank you. I’m afraid I couldn’t eat another bite. Thank you for the delicious dinner.”

  “You’re welcome.” I turned to Nathaniel. “May I be excused to clear the table?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Just put everything in the sink for now. I know you’ll want to stop and check on Elizabeth and Henry, so meet us in the playroom in fifteen minutes. You can leave your clothing on.”

  “Thank you, Master.” I gathered up the dishes and utensils and carried them to the sink. My heart pounded in excitement at the thought of going into the playroom with someone else there.

  On my way, I passed by the room the kids and Lynne were in. They had made a seating area out of pillows and were reading a book before bed that they’d read at least two hundred times. Elizabeth could quote it. Lynne had got to one of our favorite parts and both kids howled with laughter. I saw Henry pop his thumb in his mouth. A few more minutes and I’d bet his eyes would start to grow heavy.

  It was odd walking into the playroom fully clothed. But again, the entire night was odd. Lynne being here with the kids. Knowing it wouldn’t be just me and Nathaniel. And most odd of all, kneeling in my clothes waiting for Luke.

  The two men weren’t silent when they entered. They were talking softly and something Nathaniel said made Luke laugh. I was surprised at the relief that swept over me knowing they were jovial, and my body relaxed further into its waiting position.

  One of the guys, I assumed it was Luke because the steps sounded different than Nathaniel’s, walked to where I was waiting. Another set of footsteps, Nathaniel’s, I guessed, walked to the side of the room, before coming to join him.

  “Head up, Abby,” Luke said in a commanding voice that somehow still managed to be smooth and sexy.

  I looked up and my gaze didn’t land on Luke, but traveled to Nathaniel. I needed to see his face, to look in his eyes. He appeared calm and smiled just a touch at my perusal.

  “Master DeVaan is here as my guest. Therefore you are to treat him as you would me.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “He is aware of both of our limits.”

  I knew Nathaniel would never let another man touch me in a sexual manner. I also knew he would have had a long discussion with Luke before inviting him over. My Master was extremely picky about who he let into the playroom.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  He nodded to Luke. “Master DeVaan.”

  “Stand up, Abby,” Luke said. His expression was still easygoing, but his voice was definitely no-nonsense. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nathaniel step away. He didn’t move far, but made his way to stand behind me.

  Before me, Luke glanced once more to Nathaniel and then turned his attention to me. “Take your shirt off, Abby.”

  I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.

  “Very good,” Luke said. “Hesitation is one of my pet peeves. Now remove your bra.”

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking, You just had dinner with this man. He ate at your dining room table and now you’re taking your bra off for him. But another part of my mind was getting turned on. Excited about where this would go.

  The familiar rush I got when playing in public built within me. It was almost as if someone else invaded my body, as if I became a different person when I had an audience—even if it was just an audience of one.

  I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra. Slowly, I drew the straps down over my shoulders and, just like the shirt, it fell to the floor. Almost instantly Nathaniel’s mouth was on my skin, peppering kisses along my back.

  “This turns you on, doesn’t it, Abigail?” he whispered. “Stripping in front of someone, showing off your body, knowing he can’t touch.”

  “Yes, Master.” The cool air of the playroom made my nipples hard, aching to be touched. But I hadn’t been instructed to move, Nathaniel was behind me, and Luke couldn’t touch me.

  “Finger yourself and show us,” Luke said.

  I slipped a hand into the waistband of my pants, reaching a finger between my legs to gather the wetness there. The temptation to stroke my clit was hard to resist, but I did.

  Luke’s gaze didn’t move from mine. “Let me see.”

  I held my finger up.

  “Very good. Now make yourself come,” Luke said.

  I moved my hand down again.

  Luke snapped his fingers. “Stop. I didn’t say you could use your hands.”

  I blinked. What?

  “I want to see just how turned on you are right now. With your Master behind you, so close to your ass. And me in front of you, seeing your lovely naked breasts.” His voice dropped another level. “I want to watch you work for your orgasm. I want to see you writhe as you try to catch it. As you attempt to give that clit the attention it desperately wants.”

  His expression was much more intense than I would have thought possible, especially when compared to his demeanor outside the playroom. Intense and unyielding. What would happen if I couldn’t do it?

  I wouldn’t know until I at least tried. I doubted I’d be able to make myself come, but if they wanted me to attempt it, I was game. I looked over to the padded table, thinking that if I could get on my stomach …

  “Standing right here,” Luke said.

  I couldn’t help the it ain’t ever going to happen look I threw his way.

  “Your submissive appears to lack the proper attitude,” he said to Nathaniel.

  “Abigail,” Nathaniel said, “you have
two options. You stand there and make yourself come without your hands or I’ll fuck your ass and make you come, but I’ll fig you after.”

  I’d had ginger used on me exactly once and that was enough for forever, thank you very much. No figging. I’d try option one.

  The image of him taking my ass over the padded table while Luke watched was vivid. I closed my eyes to concentrate on it while I pressed my thighs together, squeezed, and rotated.

  “There you go,” Luke said. “Tell us what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m thinking Master has me bent over the table and he’s fucking me with a vibrator. He says he’s saving his cock for my ass and I’m going to be so tight when he thrusts inside me.” I squeezed my legs tighter. “I feel him, his cock is right at my anus and he asks me if I want it soft or hard.”

  “What do you pick, Abigail?”

  “I say hard, Master. Fucking ride my ass like you own it.”

  Nathaniel groaned and I couldn’t help wondering if he was using his hands.

  “Then you tell me to reach back and hold myself open for you.” I shifted my legs and with a squeeze, I managed to get just a touch of fiction on my needy clit. “Oh, fuck yes.”

  I sucked in a breath and I heard Nathaniel’s choppy breathing behind me.

  “You say you have to make sure I’m ready, so you push a finger into me and I beg you to fill me. I need it. I need it.” I rubbed my thighs together. What I needed was a hand. Right the fuck now.

  “Finally,” I continued, “you take your cock and push it into me. Not as hard as I’d asked, but not exactly slow, either. You tell me you have to get it good and deep inside and then you’ll be fucking my ass.”

  I was so close to my orgasm, it was just within my reach; if I stretched hard enough I could get to it. Funny how I spent all those years working on delaying my orgasm and I had no tricks on making myself come faster. I rubbed my thighs together again, but it wasn’t going to be enough. I needed more.

  More.

  More.

  More.

  Nathaniel’s arms came around me and in one move, he pulled me to his chest while slipping his hands under my waistband and finding my clit. “You want more, Abigail? I’ll always be happy to give you more. Come.”

  He rubbed the sensitive flesh roughly and I screamed a little as my release swelled up and washed over me faster than I thought possible.

  “Again,” he said. And he worked two fingers into me while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” I chanted as release two built up.

  He was merciless and kept finger-fucking me even as I came around his hand. Panting heavily, I whispered, “Thank you, Master.”

  I had just sent my post for the WNN Web site to Meagan the next afternoon when I heard the garage door open. Frowning, I went to see what was going on and smiled when I saw Nathaniel.

  “Hey,” I said. “You’re home early.”

  “I wanted to change up our routine,” he said, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me close for a kiss.

  His lips crushed down on mine and holy hell, I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I welcomed it. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

  His eyes were dark with lust when he lifted his head.

  I dug my fingers into his hair. “You should change up our routine more often.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” He slipped a hand under my shirt and teased my belly. “I called Lynne on the way home. She’s going to keep the kids occupied. Meet me in the playroom in ten minutes.”

  We’d been in the playroom the day before, and he’d taken my collar off. Still, I wasn’t about to turn him down. “Yes, Sir.”

  Nathaniel was waiting for me inside when I walked into the playroom seven minutes later. That in and of itself was enough to give me pause. Normally, I arrived first. I quickly made my way to him and knelt at his feet. Without the first few minutes by myself, alone in the room, I struggled to get into the right frame of mind.

  “Take your time, Abigail,” he said, picking up on my inner turmoil. “It occurred to me, we’ve fallen into somewhat of a routine and I thought it best I put a stop to that.”

  Though there was a part of me that craved routine, I knew he was right. It wasn’t that our time in the playroom had become mundane, but I had begun to feel as though I knew what to expect. I would enter, he would meet me, I’d give him a blow job. Lather, rinse, repeat.

  “After our first trip to Delaware, we put some rules in place to play more often and they’re working well, but I think there’s still room for us to do better.”

  I remained silent, knowing he was right. I loved the fact that he was being more spontaneous and changing things up. The day before with Luke had been different than our normal scene. And him coming home early was very different.

  “What are you thinking, Abigail?” he asked.

  “That you’re right, Master. We have gotten into somewhat of a routine and I’m glad you noticed it and are trying to make sure we don’t do it again.”

  “We’ll discuss it more a little later,” he said. “I didn’t bring it up to talk about right now, but I saw your unease at the changes I made tonight.”

  “Thank you for explaining, Master.”

  “Move into your inspection position,” he commanded.

  Years ago, my body moved effortlessly from position to position without much thought on my part. Not so anymore. The combination of long periods in between play mixed with motherhood had slowed my movements. As I shifted into place, sliding my knees apart and holding my head back, I tried to think back to the last time he’d had me in my inspection position and failed. My back ached from the rarely used position and I kept shifting my knees until he spoke again.

  “Stop. Move back into waiting.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief and moved back into the more comfortable position.

  “That was almost painful, Abigail,” he said when I finally held still. “I take responsibility for this as well. But it’s going to be up to you to correct it.”

  He walked over to the cabinets lining the wall. He didn’t have anything in his hands when I walked into the playroom, so he was probably getting a cane or a crop.

  “I’ve set a timer for fifteen minutes,” he said. “In that time I want you to move from your waiting position to present position to inspection and back again. Your focus is to make your movements graceful and smooth. Time starts now.”

  I went back to my waiting stance, held still for five seconds, and then moved forward to present, with my upper body to the floor, and back to inspection. My inspection and present positions were uncomfortable if I stayed in them for too long. I felt so exposed and open.

  Which is the point, Abigail, I could almost hear him say.

  The very first time he showed me the inspection position, I had failed to wax appropriately. Now, even as uncomfortable as it was to display myself the way he wanted, I breathed a sigh of relief knowing he would find my body meticulously prepared for him. I held still for another five seconds and then moved back into my waiting position.

  He didn’t say anything, though I was certain he was still in the room. I took time to ensure that my posture was perfect before I continued.

  “Very nice,” he said a few minutes later. I wasn’t sure how many minutes I had left, but I wanted them to be perfect.

  “You’re getting your posture right,” he said. “Now see if you can smooth out the transitions between them a bit more.”

  After six times of going back and forth, he approved. “Excellent work, Abigail. Now work on speed.”

  My arms and legs trembled slightly from the unexpected exercise. I wasn’t out of shape, just out of practice moving from position to position. I was in my waiting position when the timer went off, so I stayed still.

  “Remember what I had you do when you were out of practice kneeling?” he asked, his feet coming into view as I looked toward the floor.

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��Yes, Master.” I remembered with excruciating detail. “You had me kneel for three hours. But it was broken up.”