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.”