The Enticement
Page 49
My body had somewhat relaxed since he’d told me to stop, but I tensed at the word guest. “A guest, Master?”
“Yes, it’s not a stranger. You’ll recognize him.” He pulled out a lightweight blue sundress and held it out. “No bra. No underwear. And you’ll be serving us both.”
I think my heart rate jumped to about one hundred forty beats a minute. We both agreed not to play sexually with anyone else, so any serving I did wouldn’t involve anything intimate. And still the thought of interacting with another Dominant appealed to me.
“Go ahead and change,” he said, with a muffled laugh that told me he picked up on exactly what I was thinking. “You don’t have time to take a shower.”
I climbed out of bed, took the sundress he selected, and hurried to the bathroom to get ready. I kept my hair down because I knew he preferred it that way. I applied only light makeup and, lastly, I slid into the dress. Seconds later, I found Nathaniel in the living room.
“Very nice, Abigail,” he said. “I can’t wait to show our guest what an excellent submissive you are. Especially when you’re sober.”
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been drunk, so I didn’t understand his comment until I answered the knock on the door.
“Hello, Abby,” Jeff Parks said, his voice just as gruff as I remembered.
My mouth moved soundlessly for several seconds before I remembered how I was supposed to act. I pulled the door open wider, allowing him to enter the room. “Very nice to see you again, Sir. Please come in.”
He nodded and walked inside to shake Nathaniel’s hand. “Nathaniel.”
“Welcome, Jeff. So glad you could join us.”
I took my place by Nathaniel’s side and slid closer to him when he placed a hand at the top of my ass.
“Would you like something to drink, Sir?” I asked.
“Not right now. I’m fine,” Jeff said.
There was another knock on the door.
Nathaniel’s touch on my back grew rougher. “That’s lunch, Abigail. I need to discuss a few things with Jeff.”
In other words, lunch setup was mine.
“Yes, Master,” I said and stepped away to let the deliveryman in.
The only table in the suite was the one Nathaniel caned me on. It’d been cleaned since then and there was nowhere else to set up. We just wouldn’t tell Jeff. I took the china and silver from the cabinet nearby and set the table for two, not wanting to assume I’d be invited to eat with the men.
I left the food covered and on the pushcart beside the table, thinking that would enable me to serve better. I idly glanced at the clock and then the closed bedroom door; almost ten minutes had passed. Whatever could the two guys be discussing that took that long?
I went to the middle of the living room and knelt to wait for them. After all the time I’d spent kneeling earlier in the day, it actually felt more natural to wait for him on my knees than it did to stand.
They entered the room quietly. Only the faint scuff of shoes against carpet gave them away. Neither one of them spoke to me as they walked by on their way to the table. Maybe they were going to serve themselves and I’d stay on the floor the entire time.
“Look at this,” Nathaniel said to Jeff. “My Abigail has set the table up for lunch. What do you think?”
“I think she went a bit overboard, since we won’t be using all that dinnerware.”
I wasn’t sure I heard that right. They weren’t going to use the dinnerware? They would if I put the food on it.
“I believe you’re right,” Nathaniel said. “And we’re missing something.”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, but since you brought it up. Yes, we are.”
Missing something? What had I missed?
“Abigail, Come here, please.”
I mentally went through everything I’d put on the table, but couldn’t figure out what I’d missed. The plates, silver, napkin, glasses. Everything was there. What had I missed that was so huge both men picked up on it?
I rose to my feet and walked over to him. He didn’t look angry; he looked calm and relaxed with just a hint of sexy promise in his eyes.
He stopped me before I could kneel. “Remain standing.”
Jeff stood behind him, but I kept my eyes on Nathaniel.
“Thank you for setting lunch up,” Nathaniel said. “I didn’t give you any instructions and what you did would be exactly what I’d want you to do if we were sitting down for lunch. But we’re not.”
“Yes, it’s not a stranger. You’ll recognize him.” He pulled out a lightweight blue sundress and held it out. “No bra. No underwear. And you’ll be serving us both.”
I think my heart rate jumped to about one hundred forty beats a minute. We both agreed not to play sexually with anyone else, so any serving I did wouldn’t involve anything intimate. And still the thought of interacting with another Dominant appealed to me.
“Go ahead and change,” he said, with a muffled laugh that told me he picked up on exactly what I was thinking. “You don’t have time to take a shower.”
I climbed out of bed, took the sundress he selected, and hurried to the bathroom to get ready. I kept my hair down because I knew he preferred it that way. I applied only light makeup and, lastly, I slid into the dress. Seconds later, I found Nathaniel in the living room.
“Very nice, Abigail,” he said. “I can’t wait to show our guest what an excellent submissive you are. Especially when you’re sober.”
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been drunk, so I didn’t understand his comment until I answered the knock on the door.
“Hello, Abby,” Jeff Parks said, his voice just as gruff as I remembered.
My mouth moved soundlessly for several seconds before I remembered how I was supposed to act. I pulled the door open wider, allowing him to enter the room. “Very nice to see you again, Sir. Please come in.”
He nodded and walked inside to shake Nathaniel’s hand. “Nathaniel.”
“Welcome, Jeff. So glad you could join us.”
I took my place by Nathaniel’s side and slid closer to him when he placed a hand at the top of my ass.
“Would you like something to drink, Sir?” I asked.
“Not right now. I’m fine,” Jeff said.
There was another knock on the door.
Nathaniel’s touch on my back grew rougher. “That’s lunch, Abigail. I need to discuss a few things with Jeff.”
In other words, lunch setup was mine.
“Yes, Master,” I said and stepped away to let the deliveryman in.
The only table in the suite was the one Nathaniel caned me on. It’d been cleaned since then and there was nowhere else to set up. We just wouldn’t tell Jeff. I took the china and silver from the cabinet nearby and set the table for two, not wanting to assume I’d be invited to eat with the men.
I left the food covered and on the pushcart beside the table, thinking that would enable me to serve better. I idly glanced at the clock and then the closed bedroom door; almost ten minutes had passed. Whatever could the two guys be discussing that took that long?
I went to the middle of the living room and knelt to wait for them. After all the time I’d spent kneeling earlier in the day, it actually felt more natural to wait for him on my knees than it did to stand.
They entered the room quietly. Only the faint scuff of shoes against carpet gave them away. Neither one of them spoke to me as they walked by on their way to the table. Maybe they were going to serve themselves and I’d stay on the floor the entire time.
“Look at this,” Nathaniel said to Jeff. “My Abigail has set the table up for lunch. What do you think?”
“I think she went a bit overboard, since we won’t be using all that dinnerware.”
I wasn’t sure I heard that right. They weren’t going to use the dinnerware? They would if I put the food on it.
“I believe you’re right,” Nathaniel said. “And we’re missing something.”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, but since you brought it up. Yes, we are.”
Missing something? What had I missed?
“Abigail, Come here, please.”
I mentally went through everything I’d put on the table, but couldn’t figure out what I’d missed. The plates, silver, napkin, glasses. Everything was there. What had I missed that was so huge both men picked up on it?
I rose to my feet and walked over to him. He didn’t look angry; he looked calm and relaxed with just a hint of sexy promise in his eyes.
He stopped me before I could kneel. “Remain standing.”
Jeff stood behind him, but I kept my eyes on Nathaniel.
“Thank you for setting lunch up,” Nathaniel said. “I didn’t give you any instructions and what you did would be exactly what I’d want you to do if we were sitting down for lunch. But we’re not.”
