The Exhibitionist
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He startled and glanced down at me. “No, not at all. I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Whatever it was looked too serious for a party.
“About where the best place to fuck you would be.”
He spoke it a bit too quickly, but I didn’t call him on it. I highly doubted he was thinking of places to have sex with that look on his face. I didn’t want to dwell on it, so I hooked a finger through his belt loop and pulled his hips to me.
“What did you decide on, Master? I’m here to serve you in any way I can.”
He nodded to his left. “I want you facing that wall. Naked.”
Yes! Finally!
I shoved his odd expression even farther back in my mind and focused on the fact that we were finally going to do what I’d been wanting for so long. What I’d been fantasizing about.
I moved with seductive strides to the wall he’d indicated. Halfway there, I peeked over my shoulder to see if he was following. He was, but his head was turned so he could keep his eyes on the threesome.
He caught me staring and I swore he looked guilty again. But just for a split second. His countenance changed and he spoke in a low voice. “Keep going.”
I wasn’t sure what his obsession with the threesome was, but I wasn’t going to let it keep me from enjoying myself. Especially since he wasn’t sharing what was going on. I walked the rest of the way to the wall and turned to wait for him.
I’m not vain, but I knew I’d attracted some attention and there were several men watching me. At least I had someone’s undivided attention. I unbuttoned my shirt and was down to my bra by the time Nathaniel made it to me.
He stood in front of me and I undid the clasp at my back. “Will I be enough to keep your attention, Master?” It was a bit bratty, but his focus on the threesome irked me.
“Maybe,” he said. “You got anything under that bra that can keep me interested?”
“Just these.” I slid the bra off my shoulders.
His dark, lust-filled eyes were all the encouragement I needed. His and the handful of other men watching.
I felt excitement flutter in my belly and once more it was as if I was playacting. Almost like a role play. I lifted my hands to cup my breasts. “Will these work, Master?”
“I don’t know. Pinch them. Hard.”
I rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger before giving them a pinch.
“Did it hurt?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Then you didn’t do it hard enough. Do it again. Make it hurt.”
Normally, I’d obey, but I wanted to make sure I had his entire focus. “If it pleases you, Master, I’d like for you to do it.”
He didn’t hesitate, but sprang forward, pushing my back against the wall and palming my breasts with rough hands. His lips crushed mine.
He pulled back long enough to ask, “Are you sure this is what you want?” and I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about the way he pinched my nipples.
I rolled my pelvis against his. “Yes, Master. I want them all to see you take me.”
“I bet you do.” He fumbled with the button on his pants. “I bet you can’t wait to show off how much you like my cock.” He pushed down on my shoulders. “Suck it.”
I dropped to my knees, and his fingers twisted around my hair as I took him in my mouth. He thrust forward and I barely had a chance to inhale before he hit the back of my throat.
“That’s it.” His hands tightened in my hair. “Take it just like that.”
I worked my mouth around him, taking him deep, showing him and everyone watching how much I loved to serve him, how serving him turned me on. I closed my eyes and relished the sharp tugs he gave my head as he worked his hips.
It wasn’t his plan to finish with me on my knees and before he came, he pulled out. “Stand up.”
I leisurely rose to my feet and I no longer had to worry about his attention being elsewhere. He watched me with such intensity I knew I was the only thing on his mind. I slowly licked my lips. “I love your taste, Master.”
He gave me a wicked laugh. “Hands on the wall. Bent at the waist.”
I took the few steps to the wall and situated myself, looking over my shoulder when I was in place. “Like this, Master?”
I kept my eyes on him, but from the periphery I noticed we’d attracted a handful of onlookers.
“Someone’s being a little sassy tonight, aren’t they?”
“You bring it out in me, Master.”
And he knew it, too, judging from the way the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Face the wall.”
I’d rather be facing the crowd, so I could see their reactions to what we were doing, but I turned and faced the wall.
“Good thinking on my part not to have you wear anything under this skirt.”
Cool air brushed my skin as he lifted the skirt, and desire swelled low in my belly because I knew my ass was bared for all to see. I jerked when he smacked my backside and then groaned at how good it felt.
“You’re such a bad girl getting turned on by having your ass spanked in public.” He smacked it again. Harder. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master. So bad.”
He rained smacks across my flesh and I couldn’t keep the moans of pleasure to myself. “Green, Master,” I said when he stopped.
“No,” he said. “No more. I’m hard as hell and I’m going to get some relief now.”
As he moved against me, I realized he hadn’t even taken his pants off completely. But they were clearly open enough because less than a second later, he thrust into me. He went so deep and felt so good my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Oh, hell yes, Master.”
His only response was to grab my hair with one hand and jerk my head back as he drove into me again. “Quiet.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound because oh my God, he felt so good. He kept one hand in my hair and worked the other one between my legs to tease my clit. And the entire time, he continued his pounding rhythm, making good on his promise to seek his own relief.
“Get there, Abigail.”
It wouldn’t take me long. I felt my release grow closer with every thrust of his hips and each teasing sweep of his fingers. And still he didn’t let up.
The crowd around us started murmuring and in the distance I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s orgasm. They are watching us. Watching me. Almost. Almost.