The Enticement

“I don’t know if bother is the right word. It’s just now she knows.”

He traced the line of my collar. “She’s been an employee for eight years. I imagine she knows about most of what happens on our plane.”

“But we’ve never been so blatant and in her face.”

“Technically, all she saw was you sitting near your husband with his hand on your shoulder. Now, if I’d been fucking you over the armrest? That would have been blatant and in her face.” He was silent for a second and hooked a finger around my collar. “We have a cocktail party tonight, which you will attend as my submissive. How will you handle five hundred people if you have difficulties with one?”

“But I’m willing to bet you won’t have me kneeling on the floor at the cocktail party.”

“You’re able to say that because you trust me to know how far I can push you.” He cupped my chin, lifting my head so our eyes met. His were so green and clear, yet filled with an emotion I couldn’t name. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Thank you for being honest.” He leaned down and kissed me. “But I only heard one Master in that conversation.”

I swore under my breath.

He chuckled. “If you’re finished with your water, you can go back to writing.”

I relaxed slightly until he added, “As punishment I want your skirt up around your hips, so you’re naked from the waist down. And sit in a way so I can see how wet you are.”

Our suite at the conference hotel was spacious and decorated with cool tones of ivory and mint green. A dining room table for eight occupied one corner, while a baby grand resided in another.

“It’ll do,” Nathaniel said, giving the area a once-over.

I snorted. Typical male. The suite was beautiful and the only comment he offered was, “It’ll do”? I supposed as long as it had a bed and bathroom it would be fine for him.

“I didn’t mean the room itself,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Though it is lovely. I meant the dining room table looked like it’d do for what I have planned.”

I answered with my own mischievous grin. Whatever he had planned certainly wasn’t on the mind of the designer when they were creating this space. “I look forward to it, Master.”

“You should.” He gave my ass a playful swat. “We need to be dressed in two hours. Go on and shower. I’ll put your outfit on the bed.”

We’d stayed up late the previous Saturday night negotiating our plans for this week. One requirement we’d agreed on was he would pick out what I wore. It wasn’t something he usually liked, but he’d said it’d help reinforce our roles for the week. I shook my head. I’d been a submissive for a long time and still it would occasionally slip my mind that he had a head space to stay in as well.

He’d told me his requirements for the party tonight as well: I couldn’t talk to anyone without his approval, I would eat only from his hand, and whenever we sat down, I would place my hand on his knee, keeping my own slightly spread.

After my shower, I toweled off and stepped inside the bedroom to see what he’d set out for me to wear. I smiled at his selection. One of my favorites. A short silver cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and an open back and plunging neckline. I decided to pull my hair up, knowing it’d emphasize the neckline and my collar.

I found him after I dressed. He sat on the living room couch, leaned back with his hands behind his head. When I came in, he sat up.

I walked to the middle of the room and dropped to my knees.

“Abigail?”

“I know I’ve been a brat the last few days, Master. I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry and I’m truly looking forward to this week.”

“Thank you,” he said, standing and walking to me, unbuckling his belt. “Since you’re on your knees, there’s something we didn’t do on the jet and since I’m not going to the party with this erection, I’ll give you the privilege of taking care of it.”

I had an overwhelming desire to have him in my mouth, so I made quick work of his pants and had his cock freed within seconds. He was kind enough not to mess my hair up, but instead kept his hands to his side as I engulfed his length.

“Fuck, yes. You have the sweetest mouth. You make my dick feel so good.” He thrust into my mouth. “But you’re going to have red knees when you finish. Everyone who sees them will know you’ve been sucking cock.”

I hadn’t thought about that and I stopped momentarily. He wouldn’t allow it and put his hand on the nape of my neck. “Too late now. Finish me off. Take me deep and swallow everything I give you.”