The Exhibitionist
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“I’m going to come so hard.” He was still pumping in and out of me. “Turn around. I want you to swallow.”
He pulled out and I barely had time to turn around before he pushed me down on the bed and within seconds, he thrust himself into my open mouth.
“Yes,” he hissed. He pumped in and out two or three more times and then held still. “Fucking swallow all of it.”
I gulped hard, not wanting to spill anything. He finally stopped coming and slipped from my mouth. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself down to the bed and took me in his arms.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“I think I will install mirrors in the playroom.”
“I like that idea, Master. But you know, the mirrors were hot and it was a turn-on watching, but the real thing is hotter.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “That wasn’t real? Because I feel like I ran half a marathon.”
“Not that part, Master. I mean the part about people watching.”
He smiled and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “Little did I know when I took you at the Super Bowl that you would turn into such an exhibitionist.”
“I like it when people watch, Master.”
“Yes, I’m learning you like it very much.”
I settled back into his arms. “The Super Bowl, the men in Delaware, the play parties. Especially the parties at our house, Master. I like it all. There’s something about being watched, but knowing no one can touch me, that is such a turn-on.”
“Tell me,” he said, and his voice was serious. “Is a threesome something you want to experience? Something like the afternoon we had Jeff over, but with the third being more active?”
I had to think about that. The novels I read made it sound interesting and hot and fun. I’d enjoyed the afternoon Jeff was invited to play with us. But that was a long cry from someone other than Nathaniel touching me sexually.
“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. “I don’t think I’m ready for more than just you at the moment. Right now, this very second, there’s only one Dom I want to serve and only one Dom I want to control me.”
“You’ll let me know if you change your mind?”
“Of course.”
We stayed silent for a few minutes. His hand stroked slowly up and down my arm and I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. He lifted my chin and captured my lips with his. His mouth was so strong and yet he somehow managed to convey his love and adoration with his kiss. I turned, facing him, and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him again.
He moved forward, lowering me to the bed, his hands moving to my neck and unbuckling the collar.
“Wait,” I said. “I thought—”
“Not this time,” he whispered against my lips.
“Why?”
“Because I decided that what I want to do now is make love to my wife.”
He had never uncollared me so quickly and I wondered for a second if our talk about threesomes had been what changed his mind. Then he lowered his head and peppered kisses along the top of my breasts and I decided whatever changed his mind wasn’t important.
He was strong and commanding as my Dominant, but he was equally as passionate and loving as my husband and lover. Nights like this, when he took me slow and gently, almost reverently, weren’t very common, but I loved them just as much as when he took control of our joining. Either way, my body was always hungry for him.
Right before he entered me, he switched positions. “Ride me, Abby.”
And though being on top wasn’t my favorite, I moved to straddle him and lowered myself onto his cock.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “All feminine and strong.”
He took hold of my waist, but unlike the way he held me before, this time his hands were gentle. His goal wasn’t to control, but to simply touch me.
“I could watch you forever,” he said. “I’ll never grow tired of seeing you.”
“Good thing,” I said. “I’m never going anywhere.”
I moved up and down on him, mesmerized by his expression. His eyes were filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Lust, certainly, but something that spoke of his love and warmed me. Then he moved his hands up and fondled my breasts.
“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he whispered sweetly, and I continued to move on him, working my hips to get the most friction where I wanted it. When he threw his head back and arched his back, I knew I’d hit the right spot.
“I love watching you in this mood, too,” I said. “Seeing you take a different kind of pleasure in me.” I stopped speaking as my orgasm built and concentrated only on the heat that came from our joined bodies.
“You make me come so hard.” His voice was a strained combination of lust, love, and desire. He reached down and played with my clit. “I want to see how hard you come.”
His hand was what I needed to push me over the cliff of my approaching orgasm. I sucked in a breath and let it wash over me. Nathaniel wasn’t far behind and he came seconds after I did.
Afterward, he pulled me down and kissed me. “I love you,” he said, spooning himself behind me.
“Love you, too.”
“Does Nathaniel have the kids?” Dena asked the next Saturday as she drove us to Julie and Sasha’s floral shop, the Petal Pushers. She’d called earlier in the day to invite me to go with her for lunch.
“Yes. They’re going to explore our land some more. Last time they went out, he showed them our apple trees.”
“Your kids are great.” Dena’s hand swept across her belly.
“You’ll be exploring with your own before you know it.”
“It’s hard to picture it. I’m still trying to decide what I want to do about my job after the baby comes.”
“You still have time,” I assured her.
“Yes, and I’m grateful I have the option to stay at home if I want to. I know not everyone has that.”
“You and Jeff will find what works best for you and your family,” I said to her.
“It’s scary to think about the future. I’m so afraid we’ll make all these plans and I’ll lose this one as well.”
“When you have thoughts like that, you need to remember what’s true. The ultrasounds have been positive and the doctors have all said there’s no reason to expect that whatever caused your loss before will affect this pregnancy.”
He pulled out and I barely had time to turn around before he pushed me down on the bed and within seconds, he thrust himself into my open mouth.
“Yes,” he hissed. He pumped in and out two or three more times and then held still. “Fucking swallow all of it.”
I gulped hard, not wanting to spill anything. He finally stopped coming and slipped from my mouth. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself down to the bed and took me in his arms.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“I think I will install mirrors in the playroom.”
“I like that idea, Master. But you know, the mirrors were hot and it was a turn-on watching, but the real thing is hotter.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “That wasn’t real? Because I feel like I ran half a marathon.”
“Not that part, Master. I mean the part about people watching.”
He smiled and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “Little did I know when I took you at the Super Bowl that you would turn into such an exhibitionist.”
“I like it when people watch, Master.”
“Yes, I’m learning you like it very much.”
I settled back into his arms. “The Super Bowl, the men in Delaware, the play parties. Especially the parties at our house, Master. I like it all. There’s something about being watched, but knowing no one can touch me, that is such a turn-on.”
“Tell me,” he said, and his voice was serious. “Is a threesome something you want to experience? Something like the afternoon we had Jeff over, but with the third being more active?”
I had to think about that. The novels I read made it sound interesting and hot and fun. I’d enjoyed the afternoon Jeff was invited to play with us. But that was a long cry from someone other than Nathaniel touching me sexually.
“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. “I don’t think I’m ready for more than just you at the moment. Right now, this very second, there’s only one Dom I want to serve and only one Dom I want to control me.”
“You’ll let me know if you change your mind?”
“Of course.”
We stayed silent for a few minutes. His hand stroked slowly up and down my arm and I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. He lifted my chin and captured my lips with his. His mouth was so strong and yet he somehow managed to convey his love and adoration with his kiss. I turned, facing him, and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him again.
He moved forward, lowering me to the bed, his hands moving to my neck and unbuckling the collar.
“Wait,” I said. “I thought—”
“Not this time,” he whispered against my lips.
“Why?”
“Because I decided that what I want to do now is make love to my wife.”
He had never uncollared me so quickly and I wondered for a second if our talk about threesomes had been what changed his mind. Then he lowered his head and peppered kisses along the top of my breasts and I decided whatever changed his mind wasn’t important.
He was strong and commanding as my Dominant, but he was equally as passionate and loving as my husband and lover. Nights like this, when he took me slow and gently, almost reverently, weren’t very common, but I loved them just as much as when he took control of our joining. Either way, my body was always hungry for him.
Right before he entered me, he switched positions. “Ride me, Abby.”
And though being on top wasn’t my favorite, I moved to straddle him and lowered myself onto his cock.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “All feminine and strong.”
He took hold of my waist, but unlike the way he held me before, this time his hands were gentle. His goal wasn’t to control, but to simply touch me.
“I could watch you forever,” he said. “I’ll never grow tired of seeing you.”
“Good thing,” I said. “I’m never going anywhere.”
I moved up and down on him, mesmerized by his expression. His eyes were filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Lust, certainly, but something that spoke of his love and warmed me. Then he moved his hands up and fondled my breasts.
“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he whispered sweetly, and I continued to move on him, working my hips to get the most friction where I wanted it. When he threw his head back and arched his back, I knew I’d hit the right spot.
“I love watching you in this mood, too,” I said. “Seeing you take a different kind of pleasure in me.” I stopped speaking as my orgasm built and concentrated only on the heat that came from our joined bodies.
“You make me come so hard.” His voice was a strained combination of lust, love, and desire. He reached down and played with my clit. “I want to see how hard you come.”
His hand was what I needed to push me over the cliff of my approaching orgasm. I sucked in a breath and let it wash over me. Nathaniel wasn’t far behind and he came seconds after I did.
Afterward, he pulled me down and kissed me. “I love you,” he said, spooning himself behind me.
“Love you, too.”
“Does Nathaniel have the kids?” Dena asked the next Saturday as she drove us to Julie and Sasha’s floral shop, the Petal Pushers. She’d called earlier in the day to invite me to go with her for lunch.
“Yes. They’re going to explore our land some more. Last time they went out, he showed them our apple trees.”
“Your kids are great.” Dena’s hand swept across her belly.
“You’ll be exploring with your own before you know it.”
“It’s hard to picture it. I’m still trying to decide what I want to do about my job after the baby comes.”
“You still have time,” I assured her.
“Yes, and I’m grateful I have the option to stay at home if I want to. I know not everyone has that.”
“You and Jeff will find what works best for you and your family,” I said to her.
“It’s scary to think about the future. I’m so afraid we’ll make all these plans and I’ll lose this one as well.”
“When you have thoughts like that, you need to remember what’s true. The ultrasounds have been positive and the doctors have all said there’s no reason to expect that whatever caused your loss before will affect this pregnancy.”
