The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) (6 page)

Which led me to another question: did I tell Abby?

She made no secret of her dislike of Charlene. But I was around submissive women all the time when we met with our BDSM groups, and she had never reacted toward them the way she did toward Charlene. Abby was normally a very sensible woman who rarely made rash judgments.

I stood up from the table, cleaned the kitchen, and took a shower. By the time I got out and dried off, it was after ten. Abby was probably either working on the assignment I gave her or writing the revised piece for the blog. On any other Saturday night, we’d be headed to the playroom. I’d spend the next few hours working her into a frenzy of pleasure, driving us both to the highs we craved so much. I missed her.

I glanced once more at the clock and picked up my phone.

She answered on the first ring. “Hello, Master.”

“Abigail.” My body immediately relaxed at the sound of her voice. “How was your day?”

“Productive, Master. I accomplished a lot. I did the writing assignment you asked for and then I did my new piece for work.”

“You did all that today?”

“Only because I found some things I’d written while researching other posts. I was able to use some of it for the new piece. That cut down on the time I had to spend working.”

“Sounds like you were very productive. I think you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

She had to be on edge after not being able to come the night before. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m reading in bed, Master.”

“What are you reading?”

“A dirty, filthy erotic novel and thinking about you.”

I was already hard, and hearing her mention the book she was reading made me uncomfortably so. I undid my pants. “What are you wearing?”

“One of your white dress shirts.”

I groaned. My plan was to have her strip, but the image of her in my shirt had me pushing my boxer briefs down. “Leave it on. Are you wearing panties?”

“Just a tiny pair.”

“Take them off.”

There was a rustle of clothes from the other end of the phone and then her breathless “Done, Master.”

“Very nice. Now I have to warn you, you still aren’t allowed to come. But tell me about the last sex scene you read.”

“It was hot, Master.”

“How so?”

“The hero had the heroine in front of a group of people. She was blindfolded and he was explaining to the crowd all the various positions he could take her in.”

“Interesting.”

“And he made her get into all of them, but he just teased her and never took her.”

“Never?”

“I haven’t finished reading the scene yet. I’m sure he will soon, though. He’d just taken his cock out when you called.”

I chuckled. “Bad timing, huh?”

“Not really, Master. With you on the phone, I can pretend you and your cock are here in bed with me.”

“So why don’t you tell me what you would do to my cock if I was in the bed with you right now?”

“Mmm, your cock in bed right now. Don’t I wish?” She sighed. “I’m assuming you’re already naked in this scenario, by the way, Master.”

“That’s fine.”

“I think the first thing I’d do is pour a bit of lubrication into my hands. And I’d stroke it all over your cock.”

“Fuck, I like where this is going.” I was surprised by the mention of lube. She liked anal sex, but not really enough for it to make an appearance in a fantasy.

“It’s not going
there
, so don’t get too excited, Master.”

“I’ll try to curtail my enthusiasm.”

“
Curtail
and
enthusiasm
, Master?” she asked. “Not exactly the kind of sex talk I’m used to.”

“Sorry, is that killing the mood?”

“Slightly.”

“Okay, so my cock is all lubed up, but apparently it’s not going in the orifice I thought.”

“It’s not actually going in any orifice.”

She was fantasizing about giving me a hand job? “I’ll be quiet now and won’t assume anything. You can continue.”

“I move up the bed and get on my back. Then I ask you to hold on to the headboard.”

I pictured it in my mind, still not sure about where the fantasy was headed. “Okay.”

“Once you’re in position, I take your cock and slip it between my breasts. Then I hold them all—”

“Motherfucking hell, Abigail.”

“You like?”

I took myself in hand. “Fuck yes. Go on.”

“So, I hold them together real tight and tell you to fuck my tits.”

I stoked myself, imagining. “Damn, I love doing that.”

“It’s an odd feeling, but I like it. I like watching you slide in and out. And you’re on top of me, so I can’t really move and it’s all about you and your pleasure and your cock feels so good.”

“Just thinking about it makes me so hard. I’m not going to last long.”

“I can tell by the way you’re thrusting and I whisper, ‘Use them, Master. Fuck them hard.’”

“Abigail,” I moaned, stroking faster and harder.

“I feel your cock twitch, so I say, ‘Come on then, Master. Mark me with your come.’”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“I want to feel it all over my skin and then I’m going to have you watch while I lick it off.”

The image she painted in my mind had me thrusting my hips and working my cock harder. I didn’t even try to hold my release back. “I’m coming, Abigail. Coming so hard all over those gorgeous tits.”

“Yes, I feel it. It feels so good. Mmm, I’m trying to get some in my mouth because you taste so good and I move a bit and suck you in my mouth, not wanting to miss one drop. And, damn, your cock tastes good, too.”

I was breathing heavily as I took a washcloth and cleaned up the best I could. “Damn, that was hot.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I pictured her in bed, still aroused and not able to do anything about it without my permission. “And how are you, Abigail?”

“Horny as fucking hell, Master.”

“I’m not going to let you come tonight, either.” I wanted her on the edge and so ready for her release that she could hardly stand it. I very rarely withheld orgasms from her, but after her blowup concerning Charlene, I wanted the point made very clear that only good behavior was rewarded.

“That’s okay, Master. I enjoyed getting you off.”

I would probably make her wait until next weekend. She had gone that long before, but it had been a while.

We spoke a bit more about the move and the kids and then I decided to push her closer to the edge.

“Now, let me tell you just how I’m going to fuck you the first time in our new house.”

ABBY

T
he move to Wilmington and the unpacking that followed proved to be uneventful. With the people we’d hired doing the bulk of the work, I wasn’t surrounded by boxes for too long. Elizabeth and Henry thought the entire move was a grand adventure and they seemed to like the new house.

I had to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed showing it off and I didn’t hesitate to say yes when Dena asked to stop by.

“Come in,” I said, leading her inside the weekend after our move. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” She looked around. “This is gorgeous.”

“Thanks. We really like it, especially now that we’re settling in.”

“You’re going to have to give me a tour. Oh.” She lifted up a basket. “These are for you. Pumpkin nut muffins.”

“Thanks. I love pumpkin nut. You’ll have to give me your recipe.”

She laughed. “I don’t cook. Jeff made them.”

“Then thank him for me. I’ll go put these in the kitchen and then I’ll show you around.”

“I’ll go with you. I want to see what the kitchen looks like.”

As we walked down the hall, I pointed to the various rooms we passed. “That’s the library and office, currently nice and clean, just waiting for me to clutter it with papers. Farther this way is the dining room. We haven’t eaten in here yet, but I love it. Need to set up a dinner party or something. And in here’s the kitchen.”

“Look at this kitchen,” she said as we stepped inside. “It’s gorgeous.”

“And box free for the longest time,” I said. “It was the first room we tackled. I knew if I got the bedroom and kitchen unpacked, I’d feel a lot better.”

“All this counter space.” She ran her hand across the granite we’d picked out.

“We had that put in. Doesn’t it have the most beautiful quartz running through it?”

She nodded. “This room is so gorgeous, I can’t wait to see how you decorate the rest of the house.”

“You might be waiting awhile. I’m not much of a decorator. These smell so good.” I placed the basket down and peeked in. “I think I want one now. Join me?” At her nod I poured us water and we sat down at the kitchen table with a couple of Jeff’s muffins to nibble on.

“Where are the kids?” she asked.

“Henry’s taking a nap and Elizabeth is up in her room ‘unpacking.’ She said she wanted to set up everything herself.”

Dena laughed. “You’re awfully brave.”

“Nah, I put her markers and crayons away. She’s trying to decide which dolls she wants where and how to arrange her stuffed animals.”

“Is Henry’s favorite toy still the trash can?”

I laughed. While Dena stayed with us in New York, Henry discovered the trash can and loved to see how many things he could throw away.

“No, we finally had to put a childproof lock on it. There were just too many ways for him to get hurt. You should have seen him when he tried to open it after we put it on. He told me it was broken and begged Nathaniel to fix it.”

“Your kids are a riot.”

My chest swelled with pride and love. “They are wonderful. They really are. Even when they play in the trash can.” I nodded toward her still-flat belly. “How are you doing?”

Her hand dropped to her tummy and she rubbed it. “Great. I’m trying not to be so neurotic and my doctor’s been wonderful and doesn’t mind when I call her in a panic over something. Little one here looked good on the last ultrasound.”

“And Jeff?”

Her eyes darted to mine and then down to her belly. “Jeff’s good. He’s always done the cooking and he rubs my feet and reads
Goodnight Moon
, and—”

“I sense a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”

“He won’t touch me. You know? Really touch me.”

“Sex?”

“Out of the question.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” She leaned back in the chair with a huff. “I know it’s personal, and you can tell me to fuck off, but you have two kids. Did you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Stop having sex when I was pregnant? No. Not at all.”

“Jeff said it was too dangerous and he wasn’t going to do anything that could potentially lead to problems. I know he’s trying to keep everyone safe and I love him even more for it, but I dream about sex. And it’s so vivid! I’m almost positive I orgasmed in my sleep last week.”

“I’ve heard pregnancy has that effect on some women.”

She took a drink of water and reached for another muffin. “He’s miserable, too. I can see it. I even offered to lend a hand, or a mouth, and he wouldn’t take me up on it.”

“I can’t speak for every couple, but you know Nathaniel. Mr. Conservative when it comes to safety, and I love that, don’t get me wrong. When we found out we were pregnant with Elizabeth, he did hours of research and then we sat down and talked about how our play would change.”

“That sounds like him.”

“A lot of the things he said weren’t negotiable. He wouldn’t bind me in any way while I was pregnant. There were no scenes with me on my back. He checked in with me more often than normal and he extended aftercare. He limited anal play, too.” I closed my eyes, but it really shouldn’t have been that hard to remember. Henry wasn’t that old. “I’m sure I have something written down or on my blog I could look through and find for you.”

“If you don’t mind. That’d be great.” She sighed. “Part of me feels it’s stupid. I mean, it’s sex, right? I can live without it for a few months.”

“Of course you could,” I assured her. “But why do it if you don’t have to? Sex is a need, and it doesn’t go away simply because you’re pregnant.”

“Thanks, Abby.”

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll do some digging tonight and see what I can find.” I drummed my fingers on the table as another thought came to me. “You know, I could talk to Nathaniel. See if he could have a chat with Jeff.”

“I don’t want to put him on the spot and I don’t want him to feel like I’m using him.”

I waved my hand, brushing away her comment. “It’s no big deal. I’d actually suggest a group talk on the topic if you weren’t the only pregnant couple and probably the only couple that will be any time soon.”

“Yeah,” she said with a half laugh. “That would be awkward.”

“Maybe one day, if the group gets a few more long-term couples that move in that direction.”

“This is why I’m so glad you and Nathaniel are joining the group. You guys have been through things a lot of us haven’t.”

“Right? That’s why I should at least put a bug in Nathaniel’s ear about talking to Jeff. He can make it sound like it’s his idea. Just kind of a ‘So, how’s it going with the pregnancy?’ thing.”

“I think that would be great. Thank you and thank him for me.”

I winked at her. “I will.”

“I have something else I want to talk to you about,” she said, her face growing serious.

“What’s up?”

“Jeff said you and Nathaniel were going to be looking at ways to make the group safer and more secure.”

I nodded. “Nathaniel mostly. I’m just going to be giving him my opinion as a submissive.”

“That’s perfect. I need a submissive’s viewpoint on this. At least one that isn’t as personally involved as I am.”

I waited for her to continue, horribly curious as to where this was going.

“This is group knowledge, so I’m not breaking anyone’s confidentiality in telling you this. You know Julie’s business partner, Sasha?” she asked me.

“Yes, we met before. Briefly.” I knew from listening to various murmurings around the group that Sasha had been whipped badly.

“She was with one of the group’s Doms, Peter.” She raised an eyebrow in question.

I nodded. I’d seen him at a group meeting, but had never been introduced.

“He wanted to do a scene with her,” she continued. “I’m not sure of all the details, but what ended up happening was she was bound and gagged while he used a bullwhip on her. And he didn’t give her a way to safe word.”