The Enticement
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I was tempted to rush through and make him come quickly. He’d know what I was up to, though, and I really wanted to show my excitement at the week before us. So I took my time and worshipped his cock properly. I glanced up at one point and his eyes were closed. I added a bit more suction and before too long he released into my mouth.
He straightened his clothes while I waited for further instructions.
“Look at you.” He helped me to my feet. “Your lips are swollen and your eyes are dark with lust. Your hair’s the slightest bit tousled and your chest is heaving. One look at you and all anyone is going to be thinking about is dirty fucking sex.” He pulled me close and whispered, “Depending on how this evening goes, maybe I’ll show you just how dirty I can be.”
His words never failed to turn me on, and I was jelly in his arms. “Please, Master.”
He took my arm and looped it through his, and we made our way downstairs.
We were a bit late to arrive, thanks to the impromptu blow job, and the hotel ballroom was crowded when we entered. I recognized a few of the attendees from previous conferences, but the majority of them were unknown to me.
He steered us to the middle of the room where a waiter stood nearby, offering wine.
“Red?” Nathaniel asked.
“Yes, thank you.” I couldn’t add Master, not with as many ears as there were around us, and once his collar was on me, I couldn’t use his given name.
He handed me a glass and I’d just taken a sip when I heard a deep voice from beside us. “Nathaniel West, I hoped I’d run into you tonight.”
I turned to find Nathaniel shaking hands with a good-looking gentleman. He had dirty blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. His full lips were curved into a friendly smile, but there was a strength in his expression I recognized.
“Daniel Covington,” the blond said. “I work at Weston Bank and I’m a good friend of Jeff Parks.”
My ears perked up and my cheeks felt hot at the mention of Jeff’s name. I’d really thought never to hear from or about him again after he’d finished his consulting job with Nathaniel.
“And this is Julie Masterson,” he said, indicating the beautiful brunette at his side.
Nathaniel shook her hand and turned to me. “This is my wife, Abby.” He ended with a nod, signaling I was free to talk with both Daniel and Julie.
“Pleased to meet you both.” My eyes fell on the choker Julie wore and I wondered for a split second if it was a collar. But then I scolded myself. Odds were, it was only a necklace. Seriously. Just because you wear a collar doesn’t mean everyone else does.
The men started talking so Julie and I stepped to the side a bit so we could talk separately. She stood with a bold confidence and I wasn’t surprised when she told me she co-owned her own business.
“What do you do?” she asked.
“I stay at home with our children, Elizabeth and Henry. But I’ve recently started writing for WNN.”
“Really?” Her eyes grew big. “I read a blog on their site.”
I was dying to know if it was mine. “Which one? I know several of the writers.”
She shifted her weight from foot to foot and she glanced around the room. “Umm, one on women’s relationships.” She fingered her necklace and whispered, “It’s written by a submissive.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my face. “Oh, well. That one’s mine.”
She squealed, drawing the attention of the men. Realizing what she’d done, she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she said when Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Just girl talk.”
The men went back to their conversation and she took my hand and moved us several steps away. Nathaniel’s gaze followed me, but he quickly went back to his discussion.
“I love your blog,” Julie said in a whisper. “You’re really the Submissive Wife?”
“Yes.” I didn’t have a chance to say anything further because she kept right on talking.
“Everything you write is so realistic. I feel what you’re saying. Does that make sense?” She fingered her necklace. “This is probably too much information, but Daniel’s recently collared me, and reading you, it just gives me confidence. I don’t know any long-term couples. You and Nathaniel give me hope that Daniel and I can last.”
In her I saw myself so many years ago, when Nathaniel and I were just starting out. “Julie,” I said. “I’m going to tell you the truth like I wish someone had told me years ago. It’s hard. Really hard. And if you knew everything that was going to happen, you’d wonder if you wanted to do it.” I thought about the road Nathaniel and I had traveled so far. All the heartache and uncertainty of the early days of our relationship. But then I thought about the love, the joy, the completeness we brought each other. “But take it from me—it’s so worth it. If your Master is like mine, you’ll never be happier than you are at his feet and in his collar.”
He straightened his clothes while I waited for further instructions.
“Look at you.” He helped me to my feet. “Your lips are swollen and your eyes are dark with lust. Your hair’s the slightest bit tousled and your chest is heaving. One look at you and all anyone is going to be thinking about is dirty fucking sex.” He pulled me close and whispered, “Depending on how this evening goes, maybe I’ll show you just how dirty I can be.”
His words never failed to turn me on, and I was jelly in his arms. “Please, Master.”
He took my arm and looped it through his, and we made our way downstairs.
We were a bit late to arrive, thanks to the impromptu blow job, and the hotel ballroom was crowded when we entered. I recognized a few of the attendees from previous conferences, but the majority of them were unknown to me.
He steered us to the middle of the room where a waiter stood nearby, offering wine.
“Red?” Nathaniel asked.
“Yes, thank you.” I couldn’t add Master, not with as many ears as there were around us, and once his collar was on me, I couldn’t use his given name.
He handed me a glass and I’d just taken a sip when I heard a deep voice from beside us. “Nathaniel West, I hoped I’d run into you tonight.”
I turned to find Nathaniel shaking hands with a good-looking gentleman. He had dirty blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. His full lips were curved into a friendly smile, but there was a strength in his expression I recognized.
“Daniel Covington,” the blond said. “I work at Weston Bank and I’m a good friend of Jeff Parks.”
My ears perked up and my cheeks felt hot at the mention of Jeff’s name. I’d really thought never to hear from or about him again after he’d finished his consulting job with Nathaniel.
“And this is Julie Masterson,” he said, indicating the beautiful brunette at his side.
Nathaniel shook her hand and turned to me. “This is my wife, Abby.” He ended with a nod, signaling I was free to talk with both Daniel and Julie.
“Pleased to meet you both.” My eyes fell on the choker Julie wore and I wondered for a split second if it was a collar. But then I scolded myself. Odds were, it was only a necklace. Seriously. Just because you wear a collar doesn’t mean everyone else does.
The men started talking so Julie and I stepped to the side a bit so we could talk separately. She stood with a bold confidence and I wasn’t surprised when she told me she co-owned her own business.
“What do you do?” she asked.
“I stay at home with our children, Elizabeth and Henry. But I’ve recently started writing for WNN.”
“Really?” Her eyes grew big. “I read a blog on their site.”
I was dying to know if it was mine. “Which one? I know several of the writers.”
She shifted her weight from foot to foot and she glanced around the room. “Umm, one on women’s relationships.” She fingered her necklace and whispered, “It’s written by a submissive.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my face. “Oh, well. That one’s mine.”
She squealed, drawing the attention of the men. Realizing what she’d done, she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she said when Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Just girl talk.”
The men went back to their conversation and she took my hand and moved us several steps away. Nathaniel’s gaze followed me, but he quickly went back to his discussion.
“I love your blog,” Julie said in a whisper. “You’re really the Submissive Wife?”
“Yes.” I didn’t have a chance to say anything further because she kept right on talking.
“Everything you write is so realistic. I feel what you’re saying. Does that make sense?” She fingered her necklace. “This is probably too much information, but Daniel’s recently collared me, and reading you, it just gives me confidence. I don’t know any long-term couples. You and Nathaniel give me hope that Daniel and I can last.”
In her I saw myself so many years ago, when Nathaniel and I were just starting out. “Julie,” I said. “I’m going to tell you the truth like I wish someone had told me years ago. It’s hard. Really hard. And if you knew everything that was going to happen, you’d wonder if you wanted to do it.” I thought about the road Nathaniel and I had traveled so far. All the heartache and uncertainty of the early days of our relationship. But then I thought about the love, the joy, the completeness we brought each other. “But take it from me—it’s so worth it. If your Master is like mine, you’ll never be happier than you are at his feet and in his collar.”
