The_Submissive - Tara Sue Me (21 page)

“Not this morning.” Another smack landed on my backside. “Put your pants on and bring me what I asked for.”

Damn it. No release.

We took the elevator downstairs to a private ballroom where the brunch would be held. I only recognized Linda, although I knew several of Nathaniel’s business associates would be in attendance.

Felicia and Linda stood talking in a far corner. Elaina and Todd arrived shortly after we did.

“We’re a bit early,” Nathaniel said, placing a hand on my lower back. “I need to go speak with a few people. Should I take you over to Felicia and Linda or are you okay here?”

If I stayed where I was, maybe Elaina would come talk to me. “I’ll be fine here.”

He brushed the top of my arm. “I won’t be long.”

I watched as he moved into a crowd of people. Elaina slid to my side minutes later.

“Come here,” she said, pulling me behind a tall vase.

I glanced toward Nathaniel. He was deep in conversation with a handsome older couple.

“Nathaniel came to our room last night,” she said. “Todd left with him shortly after he showed up.” She looked to where her husband stood. “He won’t tell me what’s going on, but I think you’re right, I think it’s about you.”

Was that what the door sex was about? Proving a point to Todd? Or was he proving a point to himself?

Proving a point to me?

“I’m trying to take your advice,” I told her. “I’m
being real careful with him. Sometimes—” I thought back to the library “—sometimes I think I’m breaking through and sometimes—” I thought back to the night before last “—sometimes I don’t even care.”

“Todd was in a better mood when he came back,” she said. “I think whatever Nathaniel said calmed him down.”

I chewed on my lip, trying to figure that one out.

“My advice is, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” She squeezed my hand. “It’s working.”

“How long was Todd gone last night?” I asked. I couldn’t remember what time I went to sleep, but it was pretty late.

“A few hours,” she said. “Todd did say that Nathaniel stayed downstairs looking for a piano.”

A piano made sense, he always seemed to feel better once he played. I thought about the time I rode him while he played—I knew I certainly felt better after. I looked back to the crowd. Nathaniel was still in conversation with the older couple.

“Who are they? Business associates?” I asked, not wanting to think about the library and the piano with Elaina so close. After spending the day with her in the spa, I was certain she had a sixth sense about sex.

“No,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Those are Melanie’s parents.”

My jaw dropped.
Melanie’s parents.

“What are they doing here?” I asked.

“Friends of the family.”

“Where’s Melanie?” I glanced around, was she here?

“Not invited,” Elaina said with a little grin on her face.

Todd walked up to us. “Ladies.”

Elaina took his hand. “Time to eat?”

There was a buffet for brunch. I selected my normal breakfast items, throwing a few finger sandwiches on my plate as well. Todd and Elaina sat at our table along with Felicia.

“How long have you worked at the library, Abby?” Todd asked at one point when the conversation drifted away from the upcoming game.

“At the public library for seven years,” I said. “But I worked at one of the campus libraries before then.”

“You did?” he asked. “I wonder if I ever saw you. I spent a lot of time in the campus libraries.”

I squinted my eyes at him. He was handsome enough, although not as striking as Nathaniel. “I don’t know,” I said thinking back. “I’d probably remember you.”

“One would think,” he said, almost under his breath.

Elaina looked from Todd to Nathaniel and then back to me. What was going on? What was I missing? I glanced at Nathaniel. Nothing.

“You like the public library better than the campus one?” Todd asked.

“The people are a lot more diverse,” I said. “Plus college students can be a bit obnoxious.” I smiled, trying to lighten what had turned from a simple question into a tense conversation. “Did I ever have to tell you to tone it down or to stop ripping pages from the reference books?”

Todd laughed. “No, I definitely would have remembered that.”

The conversation went back to the upcoming game and maybe it was just me, but I was almost certain I felt Nathaniel give a sigh of relief when it did.

We had a box booked at the stadium. The weather was still cold and I was thankful we’d be inside as opposed to watching the game outside in the frigid temperatures.

New York were up by three right before the half. Nathaniel took my hand and led me to the door of the box, telling everyone we’d be back later. He picked up a duffle bag on the way out.

“My plan?” he whispered in my ear. “Starts now.”

Funny, I thought he already completed that plan—that night in his suite, when he had taken full possession of me, the night that everything had changed. My heart raced…what in the world could he have planned for the stadium?

He gave me the bag. “Go change. I have an extra ticket in the bag, meet me there before the half starts.”

I took the bag into the bathroom. Inside was a short skirt.
In this weather?
There were also two long blankets. Why were we changing seats? And why were we sitting outside? At least the box had heat.

But then I thought back to the last few days. Anything. I’d do anything he asked. I changed into the skirt, folded my pants and put them in the bag. The blankets I shoved on top.

I looked at the ticket—middle level if I guessed right.

I had. My new seat was on the first row on the middle level. And it was crowded. No one said anything as I took my seat. They didn’t even look my way. Nathaniel joined me minutes later.

He draped an arm over my shoulders and drew me close. Drew circles on my shoulder. My heart pounded at his nearness.

He leaned over and whispered, “Do you know that three out of four people fantasize about having sex in public?”

Hot…

His tongue swirled in my ear. “The way I see it, why fantasize when you can experience it instead?”

Holy…

“I’m going to fuck you during the Super Bowl, Abigail.” He bit down on my earlobe and I sucked in a breath. “As long as you’re quiet, no one will know.”

Hell.

I grew wet just thinking about what he said. Looked
around to the people beside us. Everyone was wrapped in blankets. I was starting to understand his plan.

Nathaniel was still drawing circles on my shoulder.

“I want you to stand up and wrap a blanket around you. Open in the back,” he said. “Put one foot up on the railing in front of you.”

I walked to the railing, my thighs growing slicker as I thought about what Nathaniel wanted to do. What Nathaniel
would
do. On the field below, someone intercepted a pass. The crowd around us cheered. I wrapped the blanket around me—it was longer than I’d thought earlier. I couldn’t even feel a draft.

The seconds ticked down on the field clock. Ten, nine, eight—Nathaniel came and stood behind me—five, four, three—the people around us stood—one. Everyone cheered as the players ran off the field.

Nathaniel wrapped another blanket around us. We were just any other couple snuggling. Nothing different going on. Except I could feel the difference pressed hot and hard against me.

Below us, men worked frantically to set up the stage. Nathaniel’s hand shimmied its way up my shirt. I gasped as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.

“You have to be quiet,” he warned.

He worked me into a frenzy underneath the blankets, his slow hands roaming under my shirt and his erection, hard as nails, behind me. And the entire time he was murmuring in my ear, telling me how good
I would feel, how he could barely wait, how hard I made him.

I knew what it was. It was payback for our tryst in the library when I made him play as I rode him. It was payback, and payback was hell. And heaven. It was hell and heaven pressed down, rolled together, and so intertwined you couldn’t tell the difference between them anymore.

The lights dropped suddenly in the stadium. Nathaniel took a slight step backward and I felt his hands undoing his pants.

“Lean over the rail just a little.” He stepped closer.

I glanced to my right. Another couple was standing there at the rail, side by side. They weren’t paying us any attention.

“No one knows,” Nathaniel said, lifting the hem of my skirt up under the blankets. “People are so caught up in their own little worlds they don’t notice what’s going on around them. The most life-altering event could be happening right next to them and they’d miss it entirely.” He slipped a finger inside me. “Of course, in this case, it’s a good thing.”

Someone appeared on stage and the crowd erupted in a thunder of noise and applause. Nathaniel thrust into me. My little shriek was drowned by the shouts of the audience.

Nathaniel moved in time with the music. We could have been dancing. I take that back—we
were
dancing.
A slow, sultry, erotic dance. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he thrust inside again. I moved my legs apart further and he slipped even deeper with his next thrust.

“All these people,” he whispered in my ear, “and no one knows what we’re doing.” He went even deeper. “You could probably scream.” He twisted a nipple and I bit my lip.

The song changed and Nathaniel slowed down, taking his time, moving inconspicuously. But we were still connected and the feel of him inside me was divine. He slowed further, but it was enough. His speed didn’t matter, what mattered was that he was still
there.
Still claiming me.

The next song was even slower. Again he was slow, but again he was there and that was his point. He could be slow or he could be fast. He could take me against the door or in a stadium filled with thousands of people. Whatever he decided, he would do, but he was still there.

Finally the music picked up. Nathaniel dropped a hand and started circling my clit, his touch growing rougher with each pass. I feared for a second I’d fall over the rail. Or collapse in an incoherent blob. Around us, people swayed to the music, and under our blankets, his hand and body kept us dancing to our own beat.

I pushed back as he thrust forward and he let out a
small grunt. Faster and faster he worked me, thrusting and circling as the song reached its end. Lights flashed before me or it may have been fireworks. Hard call. Seven strong staccato beats played out punctuated by Nathaniel’s deep thrusts.

“Come with me,” he whispered as he thrust one last time and we peaked together while the crowd roared with approval for the artist on stage.

We stayed there, against the rails, while the people around us calmed down. While our hearts calmed down. He stayed pressed against me, as he never had before, and I felt his heartbeat against my back. Felt it racing.

“Now that,” he said against my neck, “was an amazing half-time show.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE

I sat on Nathaniel’s lap for the entire third quarter. We just sat there, watching the game, wrapped in blankets. Occasionally, he’d run his fingers through my hair or trace the outline of my ear.