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“I should fuck you on the table,” he said.

It was so easy to picture. He’d stand up and lay me down on top of the table. Maybe even pushing the dishes aside like they always did in the movies. I’d put on a dress for dinner and all he’d
have to do is lift the hem to my waist. I didn’t have any underwear on. He could take me so easily. It would require hardly any effort for him to climb up along with me, or roughly grab my legs and pull me to the edge.

Please.

“Abigail.” His fingers danced along my upper thigh, dipping a bit lower to tease the hem of my skirt. He stroked my knee and ran his hand almost, but not quite, up my leg entirely. “Tell me. If I fingered you now, would you be wet?”

“Yes, Master.” I squirmed just a little, letting him know he should feel free to check.

“It would take nothing for me to lift you onto the table and have my way with you.” He whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had you on the dining room table.”

“That’s a travesty, Master. We should fix it.”

He ran his tongue along my earlobe and I shivered at the sensation. “That we should, my lovely. And we will. But not tonight.”

I gave a half whine.
Why? Why when I wanted him so badly?


I know what you’re thinking,” he said.

Of course he did; at times it was as if I’d married a fucking mind reader.

“Your poker face is nonexistent,” he continued. “And trust me, I want it as badly as you do. But I’m going to make us both wait for it. It’ll make it so much better.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Or, at least, that’s what I recall you saying about why we shouldn’t have sex the month before our wedding.”

Damn his perfect memory. “Yes, Master. I remember. I also remember we both decided that going that long without sex wasn’t the best idea I ever had.”

“Then we’ll both sleep easy tonight knowing we won’t have to wait an entire month this time.”

Much to my surprise, I did sleep well that night. It was difficult to explain, but I often felt closer to him when I wore his collar. True to his word, we didn’t have sex at all. When I climbed into bed after him and he pulled me to him, I almost begged. Instead, I gave a sigh of contentment and focused on the feeling of his arms around me.

Protected.

Secure.

If I felt closer to him at times while in his collar, I also felt more protected. Not to say I didn’t feel that way during the week, but there was something about being in his collar. Branded as his and his alone, I knew he would go through hell and back to keep me safe.

He turned his head and kissed my hair.

I lifted my face. “Kiss me, Master.”

I knew from experience he would never deny me at least that much. He didn’t disappoint, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine in a slow and sensual kiss that curled my toes.

I couldn’t wait for the next day.

Chapter Three

T
he doorbell rang the following morning while I was in the bedroom getting ready. I’d served Nathaniel breakfast in the dining room, but unlike the previous night, he asked me to join him. With one last look in the mirror, I made my way into the hallway.

I ran into Nathaniel as he was heading down the stairs. When he saw me, he stopped.

“Lift the sweater.”

I dropped my eyes and lifted the hem of the sweater, allowing him just a glimpse of the lacy black corset underneath.

“Very nice,” he said, dragging a finger along the material over my belly. His voice and touch nearly left me in a puddle of desire. “Though I can’t wait to see you completely naked.”

“I feel the same, Master.”

He cupped the back of my neck, drawing me closer and running his fingers along the hair at the nape of my neck. “Feeling better today, my lovely?”

I lifted my head and met his eyes. They were dark with a desire that I felt all the way to my toes. “Yes, Master. Much.”

“Good.” He brushed his lips gently to mine and then took my hand as we made our way to the door.

Simon and Lynne stood on our porch. His left arm was around her shoulders and it took only a quick glance at her to see why. She looked like she’d jump out of her skin if anyone looked at her wrong.

“Simon,” Nathaniel said. “Welcome to our home.”

“Thank you,” the lanky man with sandy-colored hair said. “This is Lynne.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said and her eyes grew big, almost as if she expected him to whip out a flogger and handcuffs right there on the front porch. He lowered his voice and nudged me forward. “This is my wife, Abby.”

Being introduced to me seemed to relax her only a tiny bit. Her eyes were still wary and her muscles tense. Though in fairness, I no longer thought she’d take off running back to the car.

“Abby,” Nathaniel said, still using the voice he’d use to talk to a wild animal. “Why don’t you take Lynne into the kitchen while Simon and I talk in my office?”

I waved for Lynne to follow me and she gave Simon a quick peck on the cheek before stepping over the threshold. As we walked down the hall, I pointed to the room on our right. “That’s Nathaniel’s office where the men will be. I was going to put some sandwiches together for lunch. Come keep me company?”

I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t say anything, but simply followed me into the kitchen. I took out the bread and raised an eyebrow at the petite blonde, who still looked like she was seconds away from dashing out of the house.

“You know, if you don’t want to watch, if it makes you too
uncomfortable, or if you want to wait and reschedule, I don’t have a problem telling the guys.”

She straightened her shoulders and I swore I caught a glimpse of a backbone. Good thing, too. It took a strong woman to submit.

“I’m fine,” she said and there was a steel edge to her voice that surprised me. She took a deep breath. “I’ll admit I’m just a bit intimidated by you and Nath—Mr. West. And the idea of watching. But I have to do this. For me.”

There was a truth to her words that her expression reflected. And the once timid woman now looked like the brave mouse attempting to remove the splinter from the lion’s paw. I felt more at ease seeing the transformation.

“Hearing you say that makes me so happy,” I said, working on the sandwiches. “But you can call him Nathaniel. Hardly anyone calls him Mr. West. And it’s completely understandable to be intimidated watching someone for the first time. I know I was.”

She walked to stand beside me at the counter and reached for the bread to help me. “Is it weird for you? Playing in front of people?”

“It was the first time. Hand me the mayo, if you don’t mind.” I put a light layer on one side of the bread. “But it got easier and easier each time. To be honest, it’s now a turn-on for me. One, because I know he likes it, and two, because I enjoy serving him and knowing someone’s watching me.”

“Do you know what he’s doing today?”

I left her to finish up the sandwiches and started cutting fruit for a salad. “Oh, no. What would be the fun in that?”

She laughed. “It’s hard for me to go into something not knowing what’s going to happen.”

“But that’s the beautiful thing about submission. Letting go of the need to know everything, to do everything, and think everything. When you know, love, and trust your Dom, there’s
a thrill in letting him take control because you know he knows, loves, and trusts you, too.”

“And that’s what safe words are for.”

“Right.”

“Have you ever said your safe word?”

“Yes.” I grinned. “Before me, Master had never had a sub use her safe word. It’s only happened a few times, but I’ve used mine. I like to say it’s because I’m a challenge, but truthfully, I was new to the scene when he collared me. How would I know what my limits were if he didn’t help show me?”

“Simon had me complete a checklist.”

“That’s a good start. With a checklist he knows where to draw the lines. By actually playing, he’ll know how close he can get to them or if he needs to adjust them.”

She’d finished with the sandwiches, so I pulled out a tray and we piled them on it. I’d put them in the refrigerator along with the fruit salad. We’d eat after we played.

“There’s so much to learn,” she said.

“And you’ll never know it all. But Simon is well respected and highly regarded. You’re in good hands.”

She blushed. “Not yet, I’m not. We haven’t
done
anything.”

I chuckled and we went back to finishing up lunch preparations. That’s how the men found us a short time later. Simon walked over to Lynne and gave her a quick kiss. Nathaniel took note of her calmer demeanor and mouthed
Thank you
to me. I simply smiled and nodded.

He looked down at his watch. “Ten minutes, Abigail. The three of us will follow later.”

I made it to the playroom in five minutes since I wanted plenty of time to kneel and get in the right frame of mind. Almost immediately after going to my knees I could sense a difference in myself. Nathaniel’s plan from last night had worked. I should
never have doubted him. I closed my eyes and focused on the air moving in and out of my lungs.

“Very nice, Abigail.”

I started slightly. I hadn’t heard Nathaniel come in. Matter of fact, I hadn’t heard Simon or Lynne either.

Nathaniel walked around me. “I think we’re both in a much better place mentally today than we were yesterday. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I kept my head lowered. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He placed the end of a riding crop under my chin and forced my head up. His eyes were dark with desire and wicked intent, yet somehow completely serious. “I take responsibility for last night and you can be assured it won’t happen again.”

His voice washed over me, taking with it the lingering stress and guilt I had about the previous night. I felt so much lighter. It was obvious he noticed the change in me, because he smiled before saying, “I want you on the whipping bench.”

He didn’t tell me to crawl, so I rose to my feet and walked toward the bench, swaying my hips the way I knew he liked. I settled my body over the bench, noting he had attached restraints to the wooden frame. That usually meant he’d planned something intense and excitement rushed through my veins.

He spoke something so softly to Simon and Lynne I couldn’t hear, then walked to me. Just as I thought, he picked up the restraints and bound me to the bench.

“I want to hear all your noises today, but I need you to be still. Since it’s been so long, I thought it for the best I bind you.”

“Thank you, Master.” I appreciated his reasoning for binding me.

“Look at this ass,” he said, running his hands over my flesh. “Practically begging for me to punish it.”

I took a deep breath and let the air out of my lungs with a
moan. His hands felt so good. He kneaded my backside for a few minutes and then smacked it hard.

“Oh, fuck,
yes
,” I nearly panted. I tried to lift my ass up for more, but he’d bound me too tightly. Instead I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sharp pain that diffused into pleasure with his hands.

I noticed he’d stopped only when the silence of the room struck me. “Green, Master,” I almost whined, wanting more.

There was no verbal reply. In fact, there was nothing for about thirty seconds. Then I heard it—the unmistakable metallic clinking of a belt being unbuckled. I sucked in a breath. How had it escaped my attention he had a belt on?

My body tensed in anticipation. There was something about his use of a belt in the playroom. He could wield one
just so
, making me feel pain or pleasure depending on his desires. Whenever he’d use one, he would wear it for the next day or two and the sight of it around his waist never failed to remind me of how it felt against my skin, guaranteeing instant arousal.

He yanked the belt from his pants in one quick motion and I heard myself beg, “Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please,” as I fought against the restraints to rub my legs together.

“Be still.”

I whimpered, but obeyed. He slapped the belt against the palm of his hand and walked to the front of the bench to stand before me. With each step he took, he repeated the slap against the palm of his hand. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

His feet came into view and he dropped the end of the belt so it dangled to his side, the tail end swaying ever so slightly. “Earn it,” he commanded. “Earn me marking that delicious ass and pussy.”

Still holding the belt with one hand, he unzipped his pants and
pushed them over his hips. His magnificent erection was inches from my face. I licked my lips at the sight of its hard, straining length.

“Yes, Abigail, I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to swallow everything I give you.” He tapped my chin. “Open and take me.”

It was awkward, but I was just able to engulf his cock in the position I was in. He pushed his hips forward and hit the back of my throat.

“All the way,” he said.

Normally, I’d lift my head up, but tied as I was, I couldn’t get him all the way in my mouth. Keeping the belt in one hand, he grabbed both sides of my head by my hair. He bent his knees and with that angle, I was able to take him completely.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He gave a few preliminary thrusts before he started using my mouth in earnest. In binding me to the bench, he’d put me in a position to take whatever he gave me. The thought of him using me for his pleasure spurred me on and I relaxed my throat even more to allow him better access.

“So good,” he said in between thrusts.

There had been times I’d served him orally when he held off his climax as long as possible. He didn’t seem to be inclined to do so at the moment, though. His use of me was hard and fast and it wasn’t too long before I felt his impending release. He pulled my hair harder, thrusting deep inside my mouth, and then held still.

“Going to come so hard,” he said in a near growl. “And you’re going to swallow it all.”

He came with a grunt and I worked frantically to ensure nothing escaped. He dropped the belt and held my head, his fingers now stroking my hair. My body nearly hummed with the pleasure I found in his touch.

“So good, my lovely,” he whispered. “I love the way you serve me. Holding nothing back. Giving me everything.”

He withdrew from my mouth and pulled his pants up. Serving him turned me on and while he might have had some relief with his climax, I still ached for mine. He would know this and I wasn’t surprised when he kept his hands running across my body, teasing here and there, as he moved to position himself behind me.

He slid a finger into me. “Perhaps you’ll earn my belt by this evening. But for now, we’ll start with something else I know you’ve been craving.”

Even though I expected it, when he placed the leather strap beside my head, my heart skipped a beat. I had wanted him to spank me, but it wasn’t until I saw what he had planned that I realized I needed it so badly.

“Do you wish to say anything?” he asked, dipping another finger into me and smiling with satisfaction at the wetness he found.

“Please, please, please, Master. I need—”

My words were cut short by a hard slap against my ass.

“Need what?”

I groaned. “That, Master. I need you to spank me.”

He didn’t say anything, but answered me with soft smacks that gradually grew harder. I tried to shift my hips—my clit was desperate for friction—but as soon as I moved a muscle he stopped.

“I bound you to the table for a reason, Abigail. Move again and I’ll stop completely.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Prove it by remaining still.”

He started once more and I forced myself to remain still. As the temptation to squirm grew stronger and stronger, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out with slow, measured breaths. I cleared my mind and set my focus solely on him.

“Very nice, my lovely.”

He continued, using only his hands, taking time to prepare my skin, and every so often, teasing my swollen flesh by slipping a finger or two inside me and then circling my clit. The smacks to my ass got harder and faster, yet somehow he was still pumping his fingers in and out of me.

My breathing grew choppy as his fingers went deeper and deeper, tormenting me by almost brushing my G-spot. And all the while, his other hand still rained delicious swats.

“Oh, fuck, Master,” I said as he pressed a third finger inside me.

“Such language, tsk-tsk-tsk.” He hooked his fingers, pressing against the spot I needed right as he brought the leather strap down across my ass.

I squeezed my inner muscles tight to hold off my orgasm. “Fuck!”

“I wouldn’t come without permission if I were you. I’d hate to turn this into a chastisement.” He pushed his fingers in and out again. “I’m going to give you nine more and you’re not allowed to come. I’m enjoying fucking you like this, so I’m going to keep doing it.”

I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I couldn’t hold out while he repeated his actions nine more times. I thought about using my
yellow
safe word. I opened and closed my fist.

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