The Enticement
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I looked to Nathaniel and he nodded. “Master DeVaan,” he said, giving me the gentleman’s name.
“Nice to meet you, Sir,” I replied, deciding to go for normal. “Your work is amazing.”
“Thank you. Any photograph in particular you like?”
“Your rope work is remarkable, but I think my favorites are the profiles, especially where the submissive is kneeling.” I nodded toward a picture near us. It was a close-up of a kneeling sub and only a portion of her face was visible.
“Interesting,” he said. “That’s one of my favorites, too.”
I walked to it. “It’s her expression that captured my attention. You can’t see a lot of it, but from what I can tell, this was taken after the scene was over. She has that sated, blissful look about her.”
“Very astute,” DeVaan said. “That’s exactly when it was taken.”
“There’s something else, though.” I tilted my head. “She’s a bit sad, I think, or maybe unsettled is the better word. Or yearning. She doesn’t want the scene to be over. She wants to serve you more, but she’s obeying you and not insisting upon it. It’s that conflict in her expression that makes it hard to look away.”
“Yes,” he said. “Yes. That’s it exactly. Incredible. Most people never see that much.”
“It’s only because it’s a position I’ve been in before. I recognize a kindred spirit.”
“Master West is a fortunate man to have captured the heart of such an insightful woman.” He tipped his head toward me. “And submissive.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“He is fortunate indeed.” Nathaniel came up behind me and slipped his arms around me. “So tell me, my lovely, is this the one for the playroom?”
“You want my honest opinion, Master?”
“Always.”
“The pictures are all beautiful, but I don’t think they’re right for us.”
“No?” He seemed surprised. I wasn’t sure why. Did he really think I wanted a picture of another woman in his playroom?
“If you wouldn’t be opposed, Master, it would be my pleasure to pose for a photo for the playroom.”
He stood in shock for several long seconds before saying, “Damn.”
I turned in his arms. “Master?”
“I hadn’t even thought of that. It’s a brilliant idea.” He looked over to DeVaan. “We’d like for you to photograph Abigail. Would it be possible to set up a time for you to come to New York?”
“Absolutely. It would be an honor.”
“Excellent,” Nathaniel said. “I’ll call you once we get back home and we’ll set something up.”
As the two men continued talking, I walked back to look at the pictures. Seeing how he captured the light made DeVaan’s comment about the sun on my body the day before make sense.
Nathaniel came up to me and put his hand on the small of my back. “Let’s go get lunch.”
DeVaan had left the room, so I didn’t get the chance to say good-bye. I looked over my shoulder to glance one last time at the pictures displayed. My belly tightened with excitement over having a similar picture, but of me, in our playroom.
Our car was waiting for us outside and once we climbed in, Nathaniel turned to me.
“I’m taking the collar off for lunch.”
I looked at him with my unspoken question in my eyes, but didn’t say anything. I slid closer to him and bowed my head while he unclasped the collar. My neck felt unusually light after having it on for so long.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
Typically, once he took the collar off, I would notice a slight shift in our relationship as we went from Dominant and submissive back into our everyday lives. But when I looked at him then, he still had the aura of my Master.
“Good,” I said. “The week has been challenging, but I’m enjoying it so far.”
“Glad to hear it.” He took my hand and brought it to rest on his knee. He held it there stroking my knuckles with his thumb. “We’ll talk more at lunch. Unless there’s something you’d like to discuss now?”
I shook my head. “Nothing right now, but I’ll admit to being insanely curious about what you want to talk about so badly that you took my collar off.”
He brought my hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss to my skin. “Not just yet.”
“That’s what I figured,” I said with a mock sigh. “But I thought I’d bring it up anyway.”