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I whimpered.

  “Of course, maybe you’d like that.”

  “She would,” Nathaniel added. “But you’d have to untie her and you wouldn’t like that.”

  “Hell, no. All that work I’d have to redo? I wouldn’t like it at all.” Jeff squeezed the back of my neck. “I suggest you guess correctly the first time, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered. I didn’t know Jeff all that well, but from the little I had seen and heard, I got the impression a submissive did everything she could to follow his commands to the letter.

  “Here it goes,” Jeff said and I felt something large and smooth rub against me. “He’s going to ease it in slowly, so relax and take it.”

  “Oh, fuck,” I said as it stretched me going in. Nathaniel pushed the object with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other.

  “Not even halfway,” Jeff said. “I like that he’s going slow, his only goal to get more of that monster inside you. And watching your pussy split so wide around it. Fuck, it makes me so hard.”

  The feeling of being penetrated by something so large was sweet torture. Especially with Nathaniel working my clit the way he was. The only problem was he was moving too slow. I wanted more. I wanted it deeper.

  “Oh, shit, please,” I cried.

  He withdrew it slightly. “What do you want, Abigail?”

  “More, please, Master.” He withdrew it even more. “No, not yet.”

  “Your call, Jeff,” Nathaniel said.

  I tried to get more of it inside, but I once again found he’d bound me way too securely. “Please, Sir.”

  “I do love it when a submissive says please,” Jeff said. “But I only like begging when I ask for it.”

  He didn’t say anything else and the silence seemed to pound like waves in the room. Nathaniel kept the object just at my entrance so it was barely inside of me. I felt so empty and it was right there and I needed it. I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t beg and forced my hips to be still. My breaths came in short pants as I waited.

  “Fuck her.”

  My mind hadn’t registered the words before Nathaniel pushed the object inside me with one smooth move. I groaned as the fullness of whatever it was filled me completely and then he started to pump it in and out.

  “Like that, Abby?” Jeff asked.

  I couldn’t form a coherent thought. My focus was on the sensations flowing through my body. “Ahhh . . .”

  “Is that a yes?” he asked Nathaniel.

  “I think so. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that sound.” Nathaniel shifted the object just slightly and it starting hitting me in a different, more sensitive spot.

  I grumbled something and even I wasn’t sure what it was.

  “I think that means she wants it harder,” Jeff said. “Is that right, Abby? You want him to fuck you harder?”

  Nathaniel didn’t wait for an answer, but immediately started thrusting the object faster and harder. My fists clutched at the empty air and my body rode the crest toward release. I was almost there when I realized I didn’t have permission. I sucked in a breath and started reciting the German alphabet backward and since I was so close to coming, I intentionally left out every other letter.

  “What’s she saying?”

  There was a smile in Nathaniel’s reply. “She’s studying German, and she recites it to keep from coming.”

  “Then it’s time to get her mind on something other than her pleasure. What’s inside you, Abby?”

  Nathaniel didn’t slow his movements and I took several deep breaths. “What, Sir?”

  “Tell us what your Master is fucking you with. Keep in mind that if you’re wrong, it’s going up your ass.”

  Oh, no it wasn’t.

  All thoughts of climax left my mind as I turned my entire focus on what was inside me. Nathaniel had several dildos and vibrators, but none of them felt like what he was currently using. Whatever it was didn’t feel like glass and it hadn’t carried temperature like metal.

  Could it have been something the deliveryman brought? I concentrated on the feel of it moving inside me. Smooth.

  “We didn’t give her a time frame, did we?” Nathaniel asked Jeff.

  “No, that would have been a good rule though.”

  “Who’s to say I can’t change the rules? You have twenty seconds, Abigail, or else I’m bending you over the couch arm and I’ll strap you before making your ass take this thing.”

  Smooth. Hard. Rounded at the end.

  “Ten seconds.”

  “Cucumber!” I yelled. “It’s a cucumber.”

  Nathaniel pulled it out and I groaned at its loss. Damn it. They weren’t going to let me come. Not yet anyway. Maybe soon.

  I hoped.

  Why were they silent, though? Had I gotten it wrong?

  “Very good, Abby,” Jeff said, but he didn’t sound pleased. “It was a cucumber.”

  I beamed from under the blindfold. Ass saved.

  “There’s only one problem,” he continued and my smile left. “Do you know what that problem is?”

  I racked my brain, trying to think. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I hadn’t come and I’d guessed correctly.

  Jeff’s voice was close to my ear. “You forgot to call me Sir or Master Parks and now I have to punish you. Shame to do it. You were doing so well. But I told you what to call me and gave you the consequences if you didn’t. I have to follow through.”

  “Agreed,” Nathaniel said. “Have to be consistent. What are you thinking you’ll do?”

  There was another silence as he thought. “The item in the bowl.”

  Nathaniel sucked in a breath. “We’ve never done that. I’ll have to put a time limit on it.”

  “Of course.”

  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What was in the bowl that made even Nathaniel hesitate. It couldn’t be a hard limit. I tried to run down the last checklist we’d done, but my mind went blank.

  “I usually put it in a sub’s anus,” Jeff said. I heard the metallic clink of the tray. “But since Abby is so beautifully bound, I think her pussy will work just fine. We can even have her guess what it is.”

  Nathaniel laughed. “You truly are an evil bastard. No wonder we get along so well.”

  Well, hell. That didn’t tell me anything. Just that I was having something else put inside me. And that I’d have to guess what it was. What could be put inside me that Nathaniel and I had never used?

  “There we go,” Jeff said. “Nice and smooth.”

  I suddenly had a very bad feeling I knew what was in the bowl. I tried to stand up.

  “Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.

  “I just thought . . . I don’t want . . . We haven’t . . .”

  “I didn’t hear a safe word. Thank you, Jeff.”

  Something wet was right at my entrance. Fuck. And I was bound to the damn chair spread wide-open for whatever it was they wanted to do to me. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to safeword over this. I could do it. I’d do it for Nathaniel.

  “I think she knows,” Jeff said.

  “Probably,” Nathaniel answered; then he addressed me. “There are a few submissives who can orgasm from the sensation. On the off chance you’re one of them, remember you don’t have permission.”

  I nodded and clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I would bet our house on the fact I wasn’t one of those submissives. “Do it, Master.”

  Without saying another word, he pushed the wet object inside me. Jeff placed his hand on my shoulder and I waited for the inevitable.

  It started out feeling cold, which I wasn’t expecting. Maybe I had guessed wrong. But as it stayed in place, it slowly got warmer and I knew I’d been correct.

  “It’s ginger, Sir.” Nathaniel and I had never played with ginger before, but I’d spoken with enoug
h submissives to know it was called figging.

  “It is, Abby. And it’s going to start feeling really uncomfortable in just a few seconds.”

  “Thank you for the warning, Sir.” It was a bit of a sassy reply, but he was silent. No doubt thinking the coming sensation would more than correct my behavior.

  Gradually, just like he said, the ginger felt hotter and hotter and before too long, I was wiggling in my chair trying to get some relief. I cursed under my breath.

  “What was that, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked, sounding mildly amused.

  “I said, get this damn thing out of me!”

  “Jeff?”

  “I think she can take more.”

  Easy for him to say—he wasn’t the one with a hunk of ginger stuck up him. “FUCK! It’s hot!”

  “Why did we have to use the ginger, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.

  Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. It was too hard to think about anything other than the hot, burning sensation between my legs. “Please, just take it out, Master.”

  “Answer the question.” He gave my pussy a hard smack and that somehow made the burn even worse.

  “Okay, okay.” Anything to get it out. “I neglected to treat Master Parks with the proper respect. Master.”

  He smacked it again.

  “Owww.”

  “Is that the way you treat a guest I invited over?” he asked.

  “No, Master. I’m sorry. Owwww. I’m sorry, Master Parks.”

  The burn had reached new levels of intensity. I squirmed uselessly, even trying to wiggle my arms free. I had just opened my mouth to yellow when Nathaniel said, “There we go,” and slid the ginger out.

  Relief came almost immediately and I could have wept with joy. Instead I repeated, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over.

  Nathaniel pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, my lovely. But that was fun. We’re going to do that again in the future and I think I’ll fuck you while it’s inside you.”

  “Oh, shit,” I said, but inside I wondered, how would that feel?

  “Can you unbind her?” he asked Jeff.

  “Will do.”

  He started with my ankles and as always it was accompanied by the feeling of being unwound. It was such an odd sensation, but one I enjoyed.

  “You handled the ginger so well,” Nathaniel said, still very close to my lips. One of his hands grazed my hip and drifted toward my belly button. “I’m going to let you come and Jeff’s going to watch.”

  I’d thought my arousal was dead after the ginger, but hearing him and knowing Jeff was watching proved to be a turn-on. With just that one sentence he sparked a flame deep in my belly. “Oh, thank you, Master.”

  “Hold on,” he teased. “Let me make sure I use the right hand. Wouldn’t want to use the one that held the ginger.”

  Behind me, Jeff snorted, but continued with his unwinding. “Did that once. Had my mind on how well she’d done and wanted to please her. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.”

  “I’m certain it was my right hand, so I promise to only use my left until I wash.” His fingers inched closer, coming to rest on my inner thigh. “Show Jeff how fucking gorgeous you are when you come.”

  With that, his hand slipped between my legs and he teased my needy flesh. He traced my entrance before dipping a finger inside me. I choked back a moan.

  “Let me hear you.” Jeff was back at my ear. “I can’t touch you and I can’t feel you, but I can have your sounds. Let me hear your pleasure.”

  “Oh, God,” I groaned when Nathaniel added a second finger. “So good.”

  “Right there?” Nathaniel asked. “You like it right there?”

  I sucked in a breath as he started pumping. “Yes, Master. I like it everywhere.”

  His fingers went deeper, and behind me, Jeff kept whispering. “Damn, the sight of you being finger fucked with your legs spread and nipples clamped. Makes me so fucking hard. I bet you feel so hot and wet around his fingers.”

  My only reply was an incoherent mumble. Nathaniel knew just how to touch me to make me come and he masterfully eased my body into a frenzy of sensations. With his fingers stroking me and Jeff’s wicked whispers, I was dancing on the edge of orgasm in mere seconds.

  “Let me come, Master,” I panted.

  “Jeff?”

  “Not yet. I want to watch her like this. You can see everything she’s feeling. When you fuck her and hit that spot within her, her entire body responds.”

  Nathaniel hit the spot again and I felt my toes curl.

  “Oh, fuck. Please, Sir.” I steeled my body, afraid I was going to come. I couldn’t let that happen. Not after the figging with ginger.

  His fingers stroked again and as they hit deep inside me, Jeff said, “Now.”

  I came with massive gasp and at the same time, Nathaniel released the clamps. One right after the other came off, tearing a shout from my throat and triggering another orgasm.

  I slumped forward into Nathaniel’s arms, surprised to find I was totally unbound. Nathaniel pulled me close, gathering me into his arms, removing the blindfold, and lifting me from the chair. He carried me to the couch, where Jeff was already waiting with a thick white robe.

  Once I was wrapped up, Nathaniel sat on the couch, holding me in his lap and stroking my hair. Through the haze of my foggy, postclimactic mind, I realized neither man had experienced their own release.

  Jeff passed me a glass of water. It took only one sip for my body to recognize how thirsty it was. My comprehension must have been obvious because Nathaniel smiled.

  “Slowly, my lovely.”

  I made myself take small, measured sips. With each swallow I felt more and more revived. Nathaniel kissed my forehead.

  “I’m going to go wash my hands before I inadvertently touch something I shouldn’t with ginger on my fingers.” He looked over to Jeff, who nodded.

  “I’ll stay with her.”

  Without Nathaniel, I expected the silence with Jeff to be awkward. He was, after all, a near stranger who’d just seen me in a very intimate and private situation. I didn’t have much experience making small talk in such settings.

  “I have to say, Abby,” Jeff said, breaking the stillness. “I misjudged you and I’m sorry. It’s not the first time it’s happened. You’d think I’d have learned by now.”

  I’d been curled up against the arm of the couch, and at his words, I straightened. “Misjudged how?”

  “That night at the club, when I brought you home and saw where you lived.” He shook his head. “It was damn judgmental, but I took you for a lightweight.”

  “That’s rather insulting to Master.”

  “And the fact that that was your first response further proves how wrong I was.”

  “Why did you think I was a lightweight?” I pulled the edges of the robe tighter around my body and shifted closer to him.

  “Wealthy, drunk, high-society wife who also happens to be the submissive of her CEO husband.” He closed his eyes, deep in thought; then he looked at me. “Like I said, it was wrong of me to judge you.”

  “You said you did it before. Do you often run into drunk, wealthy, high-society submissives?”

  He laughed, though there seemed to be a hint of sadness clouding his amusement. “Just once before. Though she wasn’t drunk.”

  “The blonde with the skin you like to mark?”

  All traces of joviality left his face, and I realized I’d guessed right on both accounts. There was a sadness in him and it was tied to the blonde.

  “Yes,” he said simply. “Her.”

  Her.

  He spoke it quietly and though it was a small word, it held a lot of weight and I wondered how long he’d been carrying that particular burden. Still, I wasn’t one to pry and he didn’t seem to be the sort to chatter.
/>   He turned his face to look out the window and I studied his profile. Such rugged and handsome features. What had happened between him and his blond submissive with the fair skin to put such sadness in his eyes?

  I had a sudden urge to track whoever it was down. Jeff seemed like such a strong and steadfast man, plus he was a firm and commanding Dominant. But we all had our own stories and people saw only what we wanted them to see for the most part. Whatever had happened between Jeff and the blonde was between them.

  “You’re a lot alike,” he said out of the blue. “Wealthy, sassy, strong.”

  “I’ll admit to sassy and strong, but I married into wealth.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Though I’d have married Nathaniel if he were a pauper.”

  “She used to say the same. That it was just money.” He snorted. “I always thought it was easy to call it just money when you had plenty of it.”

  “True.”

  “I’m sorry.” He turned back to me and gave a half smile, though I saw right through it. “I didn’t mean to make the conversation about me.”

  I leveled my gaze at him. “Does she know?”

  “Know what?”

  “That you still love her.”

  He looked stunned, like he couldn’t believe I’d correctly nailed his feelings. But he was saved from having to answer by Nathaniel’s return.

  “All traces of ginger gone,” he said, walking into the living room. “Jeff, can I get you something to drink?”

  Jeff stood up and I wasn’t sure, but he looked relieved he didn’t have to reply to my question. “No, I better be on my way.”

  I stood to walk with him to the door. Nathaniel came alongside me and put his arm around my waist. I sighed in contentment.

  Jeff shook Nathaniel’s hand. “It was an honor being invited this afternoon. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad it worked out for you to join us.”

  Jeff smiled at me. “Abby, it was a privilege and thank you for the lessons you taught me.” He winked. “And by the way, you’re no lightweight.”

  We said our good-byes to Jeff and Nathaniel led me to the bedroom. Apparently, when I’d been talking with Jeff, he’d been busy. Soft piano music greeted me when he opened the door. He’d pulled the shades so the room was dim and one of the trays that had been delivered earlier was in the middle of the bed.