I took the paper. “Thanks.”
“I have to go,” he said, looking over my shoulder to where Eve must have been motioning for him. “See you tonight.”
“Definitely,” I said. “It’ll be so nice to know one other person.”
“Well,” he said, eyes dancing with amusement. “I probably won’t be much good for you; I’ll be tied up.” He leaned close. “Mistress and I are doing the Japanese bondage demo.”
As he walked away, my face heated thinking about just how much of him I’d probably be seeing later.
“Are you ready to go, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, Master,” I said, surprised at how easily the word master came out. How it didn’t seem odd with my current company.
“I saw you talking with Jonah. He’s a bright, intelligent man. He leads my weekend security crew.”
We started walking out. “It was a surprise seeing him,” I said.
“Very handy that Eve was willing to let me use him the way she did.”
I remembered how Jonah had acted the weekend of our role-play. How he kept his eyes on my face, never letting them wander to the rest of me. Even when Nathaniel and I had left wearing different clothes, he’d just said a pleasant “Have a nice day.”
“Very handy, Master,” I agreed.
“I’m quite sure Eve rewarded him handsomely. I told her he was a testament to her training.”
His words struck me. “I hope I’m a testament to your training, Master.”
“You are, my lovely,” he said. “And for coming through your first meeting with flying colors, I’m going to reward you nicely when we get home.”
“Whatever you think best, Master,” I said with a smile.
My reward consisted of being bound to his table, spread-eagle with my knees bent, ass at the edge of the table, while his lips trailed downward. He nibbled and licked, lower, lower, lower, until, hell, yes, right there—
He lifted his head.
What the fuck?
“You can come whenever you want and as many times as you want,” he said, his breath warm against my sensitive flesh. “But you can’t move or vocalize at all.”
Evil. The man was completely and utterly evil.
And I loved it.
I forced my body to be still as he worked me with his lips, his fingers, and his tongue. Slowly and methodically, he pushed me, knowing exactly what to do and how my body would react.
My first orgasm slowly built and softly rippled through me. I held my body still without any difficulties. However, even as soft and quiet as it was, it had not gone unnoticed by Nathaniel.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Beautiful.”
His hands grew bolder, working my body with long sweeps across my nipples and breasts, long brushes across my belly, until finally he concentrated his full attention between my legs. This time he was more forceful, his nose rubbing my clit—dear sweet heavens, right there—while his tongue dipped lower.
It was harder to hold still as my second orgasm approached. My knees wanted to wobble, and I had to struggle to keep my hips still when what I really wanted to do was push them against his mouth. I did it, however, and remained still the second time.
“Excellent,” he said, rubbing his nose up and down against my upper thigh as my body settled. “I want so badly to fuck you right now.”
He wasn’t the only one.
“But I’m going to wait,” he said. “You’re not allowed my cock until after the party. And even then, only if you deserve it.”
Completely and utterly evil. Just as I thought.
It was a modest house, much like Paul and Christine’s. Nothing ostentatious and nothing on the outside that gave any indication of what was happening on the inside. Of course, that was part of the reason I had to wear an overcoat. Nathaniel said it wouldn’t be respectful of our hosts to show up at their house wearing (or not wearing) any old thing.
Under the overcoat was the outfit Nathaniel had picked out for me: a beautiful black lace corset. The cups were padded so no nipple showed, though peeks of my torso could be seen through the lace. My delicate panties and garters were covered by a skirt so short I’d never wear it in public but was excited to wear tonight. He had hinted he might have me remove the skirt at some point, but even then, I knew a bathing suit would reveal just as much, if not more, of me.
Nathaniel kept his hand on my back as we approached and gave our names to the man at the front door. Once he let us inside, we were met by a woman I assumed to be our hostess.
“Nathaniel,” she said, and as was becoming the rule, she looked absolutely normal. “So good to see you again.” Her attention turned to me. “This must be Abby.”
I exchanged pleasantries with her, but was anxious to see the rest of the house. I was almost desperate to see what happened at a play party. Finally, Nathaniel pulled us away and I could observe more. My eyes wanted to skip around and take everything in at once, but I forced myself to look at one thing at a time.
The first thing I noticed was all the open doors.
“No playing in closed rooms allowed,” Nathaniel had said. “If a door is closed, the room is off-limits, and if you’re in a room, the door has to be open.”
Made sense if you asked me. It seemed safer that way.
I heard soft moans coming from the room closest to us, but Nathaniel wasn’t taking us there yet. We stayed in the living room, and though a few people talked to us, the main reason, I knew, was for me to grow used to being there.
I saw one or two people who were completely naked and a handful of others who were close. Most people, like Nathaniel, wore jeans and a T-shirt, though there were several women wearing outfits similar to mine. One woman wore a leash held by a man. She knelt at his feet, looking down at the floor while he talked with someone else.
Minus the now louder moans and the state of dress of several attendees, it could be any party held anywhere.
“Contrary to what others think,” Nathaniel had said, “parties aren’t huge orgies. Though there are groups and clubs that cater to that sort of thing. It just isn’t what I happen to enjoy.”
No penetration of any kind was allowed among Nathaniel’s group at parties.
“Not even between couples such as us,” he said. “Anyone who wants to take play further will have to do so afterward, on their own time and in their own space.”
I felt somewhat relieved knowing I wouldn’t be seeing people having sex. And standing and people-watching was nice, but it really wasn’t why we were there.
I looked up at Nathaniel and lightly brushed his hand, our predetermined signal that I was ready to explore the house more. He raised his eyebrow at me and I nodded.
Together, we moved to the nearest room, the one with the woman moaning. When we made our way through a small press of people, I saw her.
She was bent over a padded table, similar to the one Nathaniel had in his playroom, while being flogged. With a start, I realized she was the blonde who had spoken to Nathaniel after the meeting. I’d meant to ask him what she wanted but hadn’t found the time. I couldn’t very well ask him in the middle of the party either.
Later, I told myself.
“Notice the way she arches,” Nathaniel whispered so only I heard. He stood behind me and, as he spoke, his hands came around my waist. “How she silently pleads for the next stroke of the flogger. How her body craves it.”
Watching her body move as the man flogged her, I saw what Nathaniel was talking about. How she moved, how she lifted herself. I watched the man walking around her, toy in hand as he teased, tormented, and played her. I was surprised to find myself moving with her against Nathaniel’s body.