When he went to the conference that morning, so many months ago, he’d left with instructions that for three hours, I was to alternate kneeling and free time. Five minutes each, then ten, and finally fifteen. I hoped he wasn’t going to have me do something similar for the positions. That had been an extremely difficult exercise.
“Did you find that exercise helpful?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. Eventually.”
“Excellent. Because I want you to practice getting in and out of your positions. I won’t make you do the three-hour thing again. I think fifteen minutes each day will do. I’ll let you know when you can stop. Any questions?”
That didn’t seem too bad. Fifteen minutes a day was extremely doable. My muscles were already a bit sore just from what he’d had me do so far, so I knew repeating the exercise would strengthen the muscles that had grown soft.
“No, Master.”
“Good. Now since we’re changing things up a little today, I’m not going to have you serve me orally.”
I understood at least in part why he decided to change things up in the playroom, but I didn’t like not being able to take him in my mouth first thing. Much like kneeling and waiting for him to join me in the playroom, serving him orally helped me get into my mind-set. The ritual we’d established helped me take my thoughts away from what was on my mind and turn my focus toward him.
“I am, however, going to put your mouth to work. Look at me.”
I lifted my head and met his gaze. Like always, the intensity of his expression while he was in the playroom took my breath away. The corner of his mouth quirked up a tiny bit in an almost, but not quite smile. He took something out of his pocket and held it out. It looked like a replica of a cock.
“You’re going to keep this in your mouth until I tell you to take it out. You are also to treat it like you would my cock. Which means no dropping and no biting. The material is made to show teeth imprints, so I’ll know if you bite down on it.”
Nathaniel was my first Dom and I’d never sucked someone off while being pleasured. Well, unless you counted the times we went sixty-nine. But to be situated between two men like the woman at the BDSM convention? I’d never done anything resembling that. It was as if he was letting me get a feeling for how it was with two men.
“Open,” he said, and he slid the toy past my lips. “There you go. All the way. Just like it was me.”
It filled my mouth more than I thought it would. It certainly was big enough to be his cock.
“Suck it,” he said. “Suck it like it’s my dick and you have to get it hard.”
I took more of it in and sucked hard.
“There you go. That’s it.” He took it out unexpectedly. “That’s what you’re supposed to do whenever this is in your mouth. Now I want you to go drape yourself across the bench.”
As I positioned my body across the bench, I realized that he planned to re-create the whole scene we’d witnessed at the club. Or as much as he could by himself. I allowed my mind to wander down paths I’d marked as no trespassing. I closed my eyes and pretended I was the woman in the courtyard that night. With Nathaniel behind me and a shadowy man in front of me.
He padded over to me and the cock pressed against my lips. “Suck it good and hard.”
It felt weird having the toy in my mouth, so I allowed myself to slip back into the fantasy where I imagined it was real. I licked the shaft, making sure it didn’t fall from my lips. I’d just got a good rhythm started when Nathaniel stroked my backside.
“Keep sucking,” he said, and before I could guess why he would repeat himself, he spanked my ass. Hard.
“Mrpf,” I said around the object in my mouth.
“Don’t stop sucking and don’t drop it.” He rained more swats on my backside.
It wasn’t long before the familiar warmth his touch created started to spread throughout my body. He wasn’t being gentle, and each smack landed on a different area, so within a few minutes, my entire butt was pleasantly sore.
He came to the front of the bench and took the toy out. “Ask me to strap your ass.”
Fuck yes. “Strap my ass, Master.”
“Not good enough. Beg me.”
“Please, Master, use your strap on me. I need you to use it hard.” I widened my legs, just a touch. “Please.”
I didn’t realize he was naked until he pressed his cock to my lips. “First, I’m going to fuck this mouth.”
That was all the warning I got. The next second, he was pushing into my mouth with a hard thrust. “There we go. Suck that cock, Abigail. Suck your Master’s cock.”
He went so deep with his next thrust, he hit the back of my throat. I relaxed it so he could go deeper.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned.
He only pumped a few more times. Waiting, I guessed, because he didn’t want to come just yet. Which meant he had more things in mind. He jerked out of my mouth, breathing heavily.
“Your mouth is so good, but I’m going to be buried in your pussy when I come today.” He pushed the toy back in my mouth and then started with the strap.
Oh, hell yes, it felt good. Sharp and hard. Then he’d press a hand to my skin and the warmth would diffuse throughout my body. Helped by his other hand, which he trailed between my legs to tease my entrance.
I hummed around the fake cock in my mouth.
“That doesn’t sound like sucking.” The strap hit my backside harder than it had been striking. “Suck.”
I went back to sucking, but it was hard to concentrate on that when he was making other parts of me feel so good. I sank back into my fantasy, pretending the shadowy man was in front of me. I worked my mouth harder.
Nathaniel’s fingers pushed inside me. “Mmm, now you’re ready.”
Again, there was no warm-up, no hesitation, just his spoken word followed by an all-consuming thrust. I almost bit the toy, but caught myself in time.
Behind me, his hands grabbed my ass and I groaned because the sharp pain left by his strap meshed with the sinfully sweet push and pull of him in and out of me. Together it had me seeing stars.
“Work that mouth around that cock,” he said. “Imagine you’re being fucked by two cocks. Two cocks filling that naughty body.” He grunted and shoved inside harder.
It didn’t take much for me imagine it. I could see the scene that played out in the courtyard in my head. It took nothing to picture me in place of the woman, held between two strong men, both of them using me for their pleasure.
Nathaniel smacked my ass again and I moaned, almost dropping the cock. He started circling his finger around my clit, brushing it with every other thrust. Fuck, I was so close.
My eyes flew open. He hadn’t given me permission to come and my mouth was full, so I couldn’t ask.
He kept up his rhythm with both his hips and his fingers while I started reciting German in my head. I squeezed my eyes tight as an orgasm threatened to overtake me. Oh, hell, I couldn’t stop it.
“Come.”
With his permission, I dropped my control and within seconds, my first release was shaking my body. My nose flared with my heavy breathing, but I didn’t drop the toy.
“Fuck yes,” he said, and thrust once more, spilling himself inside me.
He stayed buried in me for only a few seconds before pulling out and walking to my head and removing the cock. I took several deep breaths. Nathaniel took a nearby cloth and gently wiped my mouth.
“Sore here?” he asked, touching my lips.
“No, Master.”
“Good.” He glanced down at the toy. “No bite marks, good job. I imagine that wasn’t easy.”
“No, Master,” I said. “But it occurs to me, you must have to trust someone a lot to put such a sensitive body part in her mouth.”
“Just like you have to trust someone a lot to give him your submission?”
I smiled. He never let me forget how he treasured my submission. “I guess it is a lot like that.”
Daniel and Julie
rode with us to Pennsylvania for the tri-state conference that Friday afternoon. Daniel had called Nathaniel earlier in the week to ask about traveling with us. Nathaniel told me later he thought riding with us would help alleviate some of Julie’s fears.
“Who are your kids staying with this weekend?” she asked not long after we left Wilmington.
“Lynne. It’s her first time keeping them overnight while we’re away.”
“Is that hard?”
“Yes, but I don’t think it ever becomes easy to go somewhere and not take your kids. Even when they stayed with Nathaniel’s aunt, they were on my mind a lot.”
Julie had met Lynne when she came by the house a few days ago. I didn’t tell her Lynne was also a submissive, though Nathaniel and I had discussed letting her attend a group meeting if she wanted to. If she decided she wanted to go, Julie would learn then.
“Lynne seems to get along great with the kids,” she said.
“Yes, and they love her. It’s working out so well. Even having her living with us twenty-four/seven.”
I had worried about having a live-in nanny. All the worry had been for naught, though. Lynne fit into our household so seamlessly it was already difficult to imagine what it would be like without her. I’d feared she’d be introverted and sometimes she was, especially around Nathaniel. But not when she was with Elizabeth and Henry; she was clearly happy and relaxed with them. She was so natural with the kids, and I was so glad we’d found a way to help her achieve her dream of being a teacher.
“I’m glad it worked out for you,” Julie said. “Dena’s been struggling trying to decide what to do when the baby comes.”
“She told me. It’s a hard decision.”
“Last time she discussed it with me, she said she was leaning toward quitting.”
“Really?” I asked.
Julie nodded. “I couldn’t believe it, to be honest. She’s always loved her job. But the more I thought about it, the more I really couldn’t see her still working. I think she’ll stay home, at least for a while.”
“Makes sense. I don’t see her giving up law forever.”
“The one thing I know won’t happen, though, is her becoming a judge like her father wants.”
“I hope he comes around after the baby’s born,” I said, thinking about what a help Nathaniel’s family was.
“I wouldn’t count on it. He’s still pretty upset she married Jeff.”
I didn’t say anything else. How would it have been if my father didn’t approve of Nathaniel? My mother had died years ago and my father still lived in Indiana where I grew up. We had a nice relationship, and he visited a few times a year and we went to see him when we could.
“You would think he’d suck it up for a grandchild,” I said.
“You would think.” Changing the subject, she asked, “Did you and Nathaniel stay overnight when you came to the conference before?”
“No, we just came for the day. Nathaniel said there are rooms in a side building to stay in overnight. Kind of like a hotel, but not really.”
“When’s he giving his talk?”
“Sunday afternoon. Tonight and Saturday night, if it’s like last time, there’ll be a party in the courtyard.”
“That sounds like fun.”
“We watched it from a balcony last time we came. It was fun, but it’d be a lot more fun if we stayed in the courtyard,” I said. “We wouldn’t even have to play. I’d be fine with dancing.”
“I’d love to dance. It’s been ages.” Julie’s eyes grew large. “Oh! I heard there’s a chance the owner will be building a similar space in Wilmington.”
“You haven’t heard the latest?” I asked, and she shook her head. “He is building a similar space. He’s going to start when he finishes the remodeling of the club in New York. Nathaniel’s going to be a partner.”
“Really? That’s so exciting!”
I nodded. “I think it’s going to be exclusively for the Partners in Play group.”
“That’s even better. I mean, I don’t mind having everyone over for meetings and parties, but after a while …”
Because he had the largest house in the group, plus a stocked playroom, and a guesthouse, most of the group’s meetings were held at Daniel’s house, so I knew where she was going and completed her sentence, “It gets old.”
“Very. I know Daniel will never say anything. He feels like it’s something he should do.”
“It’s a big responsibility and really too much to expect one couple to handle all the time.”
“At least now I know it won’t be forever and our time’s limited. That’ll help.”
Before too long, we were pulling through the iron gate. We stopped while Nathaniel gave our information to security.
“I like how safe this is,” Julie whispered.
“Me, too.” I knew anything Nathaniel was involved in would also have top-notch security in place. “In fact, Nathaniel’s going to bring up security with Daniel on Sunday morning when they meet to discuss changes to the group.”
Both men had agreed to set aside a few hours to discuss potential changes for the Partners in Play group. I was looking forward to the new regulations. Hopefully, they’d make everyone feel more secure.
The guard let us through and we took the driveway that led to a big stone building. But Nathaniel didn’t stop. Instead he drove around it to the separate facility we’d be staying in overnight.
The place was spotless. Painted with a light grayish blue and with a small fountain in the far corner, the building felt light and airy and calming. The floors were a light gray stone. It certainly didn’t look like any BDMS club I’d been in before.
“Master DeVaan said to apologize that he’s not here to welcome you personally,” the front desk clerk told us. She looked over all four of us as she checked us in. I wondered if she was in the lifestyle. I didn’t try to guess what role she took. I’d learned through the years, I guessed incorrectly most of the time. Currently, she looked as though she could fall on either side with a black T-shirt, hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her fingernails filed short and painted a neutral color. “There was a snag with the evening’s entertainment and he’s taking care of that.”
“It’s no problem,” Daniel assured her. “We’ll find our way around.”
The clerk nodded and lifted a folder. “Master West, I put a schedule in your packet. Your talk is highlighted with the time and location.”
Nathaniel thanked her and we made our way up to our room, telling Daniel and Julie we’d see them later. The color scheme from the lobby carried through to the room, which was similarly decorated in blue-gray. It was a good-sized room and held a king bed. Nathaniel pointed out the hidden loops at the corners.
“For tying people up,” he said.
Of course there would be ties. It was a BDSM club.
“Want to go look around?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He took my hand and for the next hour, we explored the property. My favorite area was the courtyard outside our balcony. A redbrick patio was done in a herringbone pattern and surrounded by willow trees. The branches swayed in the light breeze. At one end, a long buffet was being set up with tables and chairs nearby for eating. The other end, however, had a much different purpose.
While we watched, a handful of men were transforming the patio by adding benches, whipping posts, and a St. Andrew’s cross. I closed my eyes, imagining playing on some of the equipment while others looked on. I really hoped Nathaniel decided to play in the courtyard. It would be filled with people and, if it was the same as the last conference, hypnotizing music. To play in public with that atmosphere would be so much fun.
“Did you reserve a balcony?” I asked.
“No, we have one in our room. I didn’t see the point in reserving one.”
His answer was matter-of-fact and didn’t really tell me what I wanted to know. I sighed and opened my mouth to ask him if we could skip the balcony in favor of the
courtyard, but he shook his head and put his finger over my lips.
“I’m not telling you my plans. Don’t ask me.”
He hadn’t collared me yet, so I thought about asking him anyway, but decided to trust him instead.