by Tara Sue Me
“I don’t think this is my type of music, kitten,” he said. “If Nathaniel’s okay with it, why don’t you and Abby go dance?”
I glanced at Nathaniel and he nodded. “Go on, my lovely. I’ll get more enjoyment out of watching you than joining in myself.”
Julie and I didn’t have to be told twice. She reached for my hand and we made our way onto the middle of the dance floor.
Julie wore a half mask of navy and gold that matched the flirty skirt she wore. Her cheeks flushed a light pink as she turned toward me.
“I haven’t danced like this in forever,” she said.
I was wearing my black lace, one-sleeve dress. It was the same dress I’d worn to that seedy club in New York. But I chose it because it matched the black mask covering my face as well as the black leather collar that was very obvious with the low neckline of the dress and the way my hair was pulled up.
“Me neither,” I said.
We didn’t talk after that. The music was simply too loud. But I could feel her laughter as the crowd pushed us together. I closed my eyes and let the music sink into my body, allowing it to overtake me. My hips undulated and as the song went on, I felt as if I were the only person on the dance floor.
My eyes flew open as someone swung me around and I found myself facing a large wall of a man. I took a step back, my eyes searching the crowd at the edge of the dance floor for Nathaniel. I expected him to motion me back, but instead he nodded. To my left, Julie was dancing with another guy I didn’t recognize. When she saw me looking, she shrugged. Apparently, Daniel hadn’t minded, either.
It made me feel wanton and wild. I didn’t recognize the woman I became on the dance floor. Whoever she was, she was free and uninhibited. Very similar to when Nathaniel and I played in front of people. I wasn’t sure why, but even though I felt like someone else, for some reason I still felt safe and secure. I couldn’t make sense of it, but I didn’t worry about it, either. I didn’t know the large man dancing with me, but he made me feel sexy and sensual—not attracted to him, but just feeling sexy in my own skin.
I threw a look over my shoulder and I knew what it was. Though Nathaniel was watching me with that intensely sexy look of his, others in the room were, too. It was the same as having sex in public. Something about people watching me, wanting me, but unable to touch me. Hell, part of me thought it made me sound like a freak. And I was having too much fun to feel like a freak, so I decided not to think about it anymore. Instead I looked back to Nathaniel.
He watched me with a look of unadulterated lust and longing. He no longer tapped his foot, but stood completely still, his eyes locked on my every move. I circled my hips, dipped my knees, and swayed with my arms over my head. For him.
Over his shoulder, I noticed a group of strangers watching.
For them.
But wasn’t that wrong?
I closed my eyes once more and imagined I was a harem girl, dancing for Nathaniel, my sheik. In my mind, I was naked and taunting him with my body. Showing him how I could pleasure him later with the moves of my hips.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but as it did, I grew more and more turned on. Needed him more and more. Craved his touch. Yearned for his command. And it suddenly hit me that the people watching saw how much dancing for him turned me on and that made me want to dance even more. For him. For them. They blurred together.
The music slowed and as it changed, I looked for Julie. When I found her, I motioned that we should head back to our men. I didn’t want the dancing to end, but I knew I couldn’t slow-dance with another man. Julie slid away from the guy she’d been dancing with and we slowly walked back to the edge of the dance floor.
“I can’t believe Daniel and Nathaniel allowed us to dance with those two guys,” she said.
We took one last look back to where we’d been dancing. The two men were now dancing with each other. Julie raised an eyebrow and I simply shrugged. Who knew?
As soon as I got within touching distance, Nathaniel took me in his arms, pulled me close, and whispered coarsely, “That was damn near the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I danced for you,” I said, pushing my hips against his, feeling his erection. “It was all for you.” Well, not all of it, but most of it. Maybe.
“I think I understand it now,” he said. “At least in part.”
“The dancing?”
“No, we’ll talk about it later.”
He pulled me in front of him so my back was to his chest. “Right now we’re going to watch for a few minutes. Then I’m showing you what happens to sexy submissives who tease their Dominants.”
“I look forward to it, Master.”
He ran a hand down the front of my body, brushing my breasts. “Did you enjoy putting on that little show?”
“I enjoyed dancing for you, Master. Knowing you were watching turned me on.”
His hand moved lower, inched by my belly button, making its way to where I yearned for him. “And did you know that nearly damn near every man in this place was watching you? Getting turned on by the way you moved that hot little body? Imagined it was them pressed up against you?”
“My mind was on you, Master. Wanting you to get turned on. Wanting you to imagine how you’d feel pressed up against me. I danced for you. But,” I whispered, “I knew they were there. I knew they were watching and saw me getting hot for you.”
His finger slipped even lower, so near my clit and yet not touching it. Just teasing. “It worked. I’m so turned on right now. Your little show made me so hard I might just bend you over a table and fuck you in front of everyone.”
It wouldn’t be so crazy. Already there were couples engaging in various sexual acts all around the courtyard. To our left, a woman knelt between a man’s knees giving him a blow job. In another corner a man had a woman pressed against a wall while he fondled between her legs.
I fluttered my lashes at him. “Yes, please, Master.”
Nathaniel brushed aside the fabric of my thong and dipped a finger into my arousal.
“The thought of me taking you like that turns you on, doesn’t it, naughty girl?”
I couldn’t very well say it didn’t, not when he could feel how wet I was.
“Oh yes, Master,” I said, grinding my pelvis against his hand. “It makes me so wet.”
His breath was hot in my ear. “What turns you on more, dancing with the other guy for me or thinking about my taking you in front of everyone?”
“You taking me, Master.” Then to prove my words, I circled my hips again.
“Better watch it, Abigail. You don’t have permission to come. Though I bet these people would love to watch me spank your ass.”
I stopped my hips and waited. Maybe he’d let me come soon.
He removed his hand from my dress. “Hold that thought.”
“Hold that what?” I asked. Did that mean …?
“Is my naughty girl curious?”
“Very, Master.”
His expression was pure evil enticement. “Too bad.”
He turned to his side and I realized Daniel had signaled for him. While the two of them spoke softly, I took Julie a few steps away.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“We’re going to go back to our room. You?”
“I think we’re staying down here. At least I hope we are.”
She winked at me. “He knows you well. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”
“I bet Daniel has something very exciting planned for when you get back to the room.”
“I think he does.” Her voice dropped. “And I have a pretty good idea what it is.”
“Oh?”
“He’s been preparing me for anal sex.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not sure it’s what he has planned for tonight, but I bet it’s sooner rather than later.”
“Trust me, if Daniel’s anything like Nathaniel—and so far, he has been—he has everything all planned out. And when it’s all said and done, you’
ll probably end up loving it. Craving it even.”
It should have felt strange to be talking about anal sex while standing near a dance floor, but it didn’t. It was partly because Julie and I had grown close as friends. But probably it was also because sexual tension was so thick in the courtyard. Besides, I felt certain that if I walked over to the play area, someone would be having anal sex. Possibly lots of someones.
“I’ll just have to take your word on that. I don’t see me ever craving it.”
“Trust me,” I said. “I wouldn’t lie to you, especially about something this big.”
“It’s Daniel’s something big I’m worried about,” she said, half joking.
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “Matter of fact, call me in the morning and tell me how right I was.”
“It makes me feel better hearing that from you. It’s not like I don’t trust Daniel. It’s just I’ve never had anyone take me there before. You know?”
“Yes. My first time was actually when we were out of town as well.” I thought back to the Super Bowl weekend years ago, when we’d just gotten together and his cousin, Jackson, played pro ball. “I was scared to death, but he took it slow, making sure I got pleasure out of it, and to be honest, it was rather sweet.”
“Sweet? I don’t know if I believe that.”
“It hurt a bit, too. Even with the preparation.”
“That I believe.”
“You ready?” Daniel asked, coming beside Julie and putting his arm around her waist.
“Yes, Master.” She looked up at him with trusting eyes and I knew everything was going to be all right.
“See you later, Nathaniel. Abby,” Daniel said as they walked away.
“Follow me,” Nathaniel said after they left.
He led me away from the dance floor and over to the playing end of the courtyard. I froze momentarily when we made it to the spot between the two groups. I couldn’t look at just one scene. There were too many and I wanted to watch them all.
From what I could see, there were at least five couples in the middle of play that I saw from where we stood. One man was talking with another while a naked woman knelt at his feet giving him a blow job. The two men Julie and I had danced with were taking turns flogging a blond woman. I watched them for a bit. I’d seen a few threesomes play before, but I’d never witnessed tag team flogging. I imagined it felt pretty good from the breathy moans coming from the woman.
“That looks intense,” I whispered to Nathaniel, and was going to ask him if he’d done anything like it, but his expression stopped me cold.
He was watching the threesome as well, but he looked shocked. No, it wasn’t shock, it looked more like guilt. Which didn’t make any sense. Why would he feel guilty over a flogging scene? I looked at the two men again, but they appeared to know what they were doing and the blonde didn’t seem to be in pain. Quite the opposite actually.
“Master?” I asked. “Is everything okay? Do you know them?”
He startled and glanced down at me. “No, not at all. I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Whatever it was looked too serious for a party.
“About where the best place to fuck you would be.”
He spoke it a bit too quickly, but I didn’t call him on it. I highly doubted he was thinking of places to have sex with that look on his face. I didn’t want to dwell on it, so I hooked a finger through his belt loop and pulled his hips to me.
“What did you decide on, Master? I’m here to serve you in any way I can.”
He nodded to his left. “I want you facing that wall. Naked.”
Yes! Finally!
I shoved his odd expression even farther back in my mind and focused on the fact that we were finally going to do what I’d been wanting for so long. What I’d been fantasizing about.
I moved with seductive strides to the wall he’d indicated. Halfway there, I peeked over my shoulder to see if he was following. He was, but his head was turned so he could keep his eyes on the threesome.
He caught me staring and I swore he looked guilty again. But just for a split second. His countenance changed and he spoke in a low voice. “Keep going.”
I wasn’t sure what his obsession with the threesome was, but I wasn’t going to let it keep me from enjoying myself. Especially since he wasn’t sharing what was going on. I walked the rest of the way to the wall and turned to wait for him.
I’m not vain, but I knew I’d attracted some attention and there were several men watching me. At least I had someone’s undivided attention. I unbuttoned my shirt and was down to my bra by the time Nathaniel made it to me.
He stood in front of me and I undid the clasp at my back. “Will I be enough to keep your attention, Master?” It was a bit bratty, but his focus on the threesome irked me.
“Maybe,” he said. “You got anything under that bra that can keep me interested?”
“Just these.” I slid the bra off my shoulders.
His dark, lust-filled eyes were all the encouragement I needed. His and the handful of other men watching.
I felt excitement flutter in my belly and once more it was as if I was playacting. Almost like a role play. I lifted my hands to cup my breasts. “Will these work, Master?”
“I don’t know. Pinch them. Hard.”
I rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger before giving them a pinch.
“Did it hurt?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Then you didn’t do it hard enough. Do it again. Make it hurt.”
Normally, I’d obey, but I wanted to make sure I had his entire focus. “If it pleases you, Master, I’d like for you to do it.”
He didn’t hesitate, but sprang forward, pushing my back against the wall and palming my breasts with rough hands. His lips crushed mine.
He pulled back long enough to ask, “Are you sure this is what you want?” and I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about the way he pinched my nipples.
I rolled my pelvis against his. “Yes, Master. I want them all to see you take me.”
“I bet you do.” He fumbled with the button on his pants. “I bet you can’t wait to show off how much you like my cock.” He pushed down on my shoulders. “Suck it.”
I dropped to my knees, and his fingers twisted around my hair as I took him in my mouth. He thrust forward and I barely had a chance to inhale before he hit the back of my throat.
“That’s it.” His hands tightened in my hair. “Take it just like that.”
I worked my mouth around him, taking him deep, showing him and everyone watching how much I loved to serve him, how serving him turned me on. I closed my eyes and relished the sharp tugs he gave my head as he worked his hips.
It wasn’t his plan to finish with me on my knees and before he came, he pulled out. “Stand up.”
I leisurely rose to my feet and I no longer had to worry about his attention being elsewhere. He watched me with such intensity I knew I was the only thing on his mind. I slowly licked my lips. “I love your taste, Master.”
He gave me a wicked laugh. “Hands on the wall. Bent at the waist.”
I took the few steps to the wall and situated myself, looking over my shoulder when I was in place. “Like this, Master?”
I kept my eyes on him, but from the periphery I noticed we’d attracted a handful of onlookers.
“Someone’s being a little sassy tonight, aren’t they?”
“You bring it out in me, Master.”
And he knew it, too, judging from the way the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Face the wall.”
I’d rather be facing the crowd, so I could see their reactions to what we were doing, but I turned and faced the wall.
“Good thinking on my part not to have you wear anything under this skirt.”
Cool air brushed my skin as he lifted the skirt, and desire swelled low in my belly because I knew my ass was bared for all to see. I jerked when he smacked my backside and then groaned at how good it felt.
“You’re such a bad girl getting turned on by having your ass spanked in public.” He smacked it again. Harder. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master. So bad.”
He rained smacks across my flesh and I couldn’t keep the moans of pleasure to myself. “Green, Master,” I said when he stopped.
“No,” he said. “No more. I’m hard as hell and I’m going to get some relief now.”
As he moved against me, I realized he hadn’t even taken his pants off completely. But they were clearly open enough because less than a second later, he thrust into me. He went so deep and felt so good my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Oh, hell yes, Master.”
His only response was to grab my hair with one hand and jerk my head back as he drove into me again. “Quiet.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound because oh my God, he felt so good. He kept one hand in my hair and worked the other one between my legs to tease my clit. And the entire time, he continued his pounding rhythm, making good on his promise to seek his own relief.
“Get there, Abigail.”
It wouldn’t take me long. I felt my release grow closer with every thrust of his hips and each teasing sweep of his fingers. And still he didn’t let up.
The crowd around us started murmuring and in the distance I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s orgasm. They are watching us. Watching me. Almost. Almost.
“Come.”
A few more teases of his finger and my climax crashed over me. He grunted in victory and gave my hair one final tug before allowing his own release.
The space around us seemed suddenly much more quiet and it finally hit me that the music had stopped. The only audible melody was the sound of pleasure from the couples around us and our own pounding hearts.
Nathaniel groaned behind me, but pulled himself up and smoothed my skirt down. I wasn’t sure I was physically able to move. He rubbed my arms and took my hands. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay, Master. Just on pleasure overload.”
He kissed my neck. “Let me help.”
