The Exhibitionist
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His eyes gleamed with wicked secrets. “I have just the thing in mind.”
He climbed off the table and reached for my hand to help me down. Waiting on a nearby table was a thick black robe. Nathaniel held it open for me and I sighed when I put it on, it was so soft.
“Does it hurt your back?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
He nodded. “Follow me.”
We made our way out the door to a set of elevator banks.
“There’s a courtyard out those French doors.” He pointed to the end of the hallway. “And there are private rooms that overlook it.”
We took the elevator up two stories and exited on the third floor. Nathaniel took my hand and led me to the last door at the end of the hallway. He punched in a security code on the door’s keypad.
I peeked inside. It looked like the typical room I’d seen in the BDSM clubs we’d been to before. A bed took up a large portion of the floor space. But at the back of the room were large French doors.
“Take the robe off and kneel in the middle of the floor,” he said just as a knock sounded on the door.
I dropped to my knees and waited. I wondered if he’d invited someone to watch as he had the first time we went to Delaware. I kind of hoped he did; I’d enjoyed those two sessions.
My back was to the door, so I couldn’t see anyone, but I strained my ears to hear. There was only minimal chatter, though. Whoever it was didn’t stay, but Nathaniel didn’t come back to me immediately after they left. I heard his footsteps and the sliding of the French door and he did something outside before joining me.
“Stand up and let’s go out on the balcony and have some wine.”
The temperature was in the mid-sixties, so it wasn’t too cold to be outside naked. There was only one chair, but someone, I assumed Nathaniel, had placed a soft blanket on the floor. As I knelt beside the chair, I noticed there was only one wineglass. I smiled. I liked sharing.
He followed right behind me and sat in the chair. While I waited, he poured the wine, then pressed the glass to my lips.
“Good?” he asked.
“Beyond good. It’s my favorite.”
He stroked my cheek. “I know.”
Loud, pounding music drifted up from the courtyard below. I couldn’t see anything from my spot on the floor. The rail was made of solid stone and there were no places to see through.
I leaned back against Nathaniel’s legs and sighed. He placed his hand on my shoulder. This. This right here, on the balcony felt right. Him and me together. He pressed the glass to my lips and I took another sip. I loved simple moments like this.
We sat there for some time, listening to the music, sipping wine, and simply enjoying being in each other’s company. The music grew softer and in its place came the sounds of play: moans, sighs, leather against flesh, and the occasional cry of someone climaxing. The wine made my body feel all warm and buoyant and it was turning me on more and more hearing the sounds of sex, but not being able to see anything.
Nathaniel leaned forward when I started to fidget in arousal and cupped my breast. “Sounds like people are doing more than dancing now, wouldn’t you say?”
I rubbed my chest against his hand. “Mmm.” He felt so good. “Yes, Master.”
He pinched my nipple. “None of that right now.”
It was sweet torture having him sit with his hand on my breast and not being able to move.
“There’s an interesting scene setting up in the far left corner.”
I looked that way, as if the stone in front of me would part and allow me to see. I stifled my sigh.
“Can you see, Abigail?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Go stand against the railing.”
I rose to my feet and as I moved toward the rail, I realized night had fallen completely. The way the balcony was situated, with the darkness covering everything, no one would be able to see me. It would be a lot hotter if we could be seen or, better yet, if we were down in the courtyard.
My heart pounded as I took my place. The stone was cool against my skin. Perfect actually, since I suddenly felt flushed. I looked over the edge and couldn’t take my eyes off what I saw.
Below us were about thirty people, most of whom were in various stages of undress and participating in various BDSM play. I scanned the crowd. Two men were talking to each other while one had a naked woman at his feet, giving him a blow job. A large post stood in the middle of the courtyard and at the moment, two female submissives were bound to it while their Dom lightly flogged them.
I hadn’t been at the rail long when I felt Nathaniel press along my back. His clothes were rough against me and I couldn’t hold back my moan.
“You can’t be too loud or else we’ll become the main attraction. Though I know you might like that, it’s not exactly what I had in mind for tonight.”
“I’ll be quiet, Master. Or at least, I’ll try to. It’s hard to be too quiet when what you’re doing feels so good.”
He laughed and gave my ass a slap. “Can you see the scene I was talking about now?”
I scanned the floor and looked in the direction he’d mentioned earlier. There didn’t seem to be much going on other than a very interesting setup in the far corner.
“The two men and the woman?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “That one.” He moved his hands along my body with the long sensual strokes, teasing and tempting me. The two men below us were similarly touching the bound woman. I tried to imagine myself in her place. Having not two, but four hands working to bring me pleasure.
“They’re preparing her,” Nathaniel finally said, breaking the silence. “Making sure she’s ready to take both of them. Maybe she’s never serviced two men before.”
The two men were talking. I could see their mouths moving, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. At one point, the woman turned her head and spoke to one of them. He reached down and pushed his thumb into her mouth.
Nathaniel peppered kisses along my spine, and gooseflesh rose in the wake of his lips. I couldn’t keep my eyes from the trio below us as he slid a finger into me and slowly began pumping. One of the men unbuttoned his pants and the woman took him in her mouth. I gasped as Nathaniel rocked his hips into me.
“Open,” he said, pressing the finger that had been inside me against my lips.