The Exposure
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“They aren’t going to let her go full term?” Meagan didn’t think so, but she hadn’t heard for certain.
Abby shook her head. “No, they said the danger was too high to let her go much past thirty-three.”
“And so far everything has been okay with the baby?” Lynne got up and poured more wine.
“Yes, Dena said everything so far has been perfect with the baby.” Abby got a wistful, faraway look in her eyes. “I’m so happy for them both—they both deserve all the good things.”
Meagan remembered that Jeff had been the one to save Abby at the club. She also knew that he had played a few times with Abby and Nathaniel. She wondered what Dena thought of that. Did it bother her? Or did she not care? She knew Abby had played in a roundabout way with Luke. While what was in the past didn’t bother her, she wasn’t sure she’d like it if it happened again. Similarly, Meagan didn’t think Jeff had played at all with anybody since he and Dena got married.
For just a moment, Meagan allowed herself to think what it would be like to be married. To have that companionship. That support. That love. She didn’t realize until that moment how lonely her life was.
Sure, she had her work friends. And her brother, although you really couldn’t count him. But at the end of the day, she didn’t have a significant other. She allowed herself to look into the future and all she saw was loneliness. An empty house. An empty bed. An empty life. And for the first time in a long, long time, she was sad.
Meagan stretched. Suddenly she didn’t feel like talking anymore. “I’m beat. I’m going to go to bed.”
Abby raised an eyebrow and Meagan was certain she saw straight through her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a little tired.”
“Okay, I guess we’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night,” Lynne said.
Meagan said her good nights and went upstairs to her room. The baby shower the next day started at ten o’clock. She was going to ride with Abby and Lynne, and she wouldn’t make it back to her own house until late in the afternoon.
She wondered what Luke was doing tonight. Was he thinking of her? Did he miss her? They weren’t going to have a session tomorrow because of the baby shower. Luke said they were ahead of schedule, so it really didn’t matter. Suddenly next Saturday seemed so far away.
She made it to the guest room and remembered she’d turned her phone off. She couldn’t stop the grin that came over her face when she saw the text from Luke.
What are you doing? He had sent it fifteen minutes ago. There was a good chance he was still awake. She quickly typed her reply.
Just getting ready to turn in. He typed back instantly.
By yourself? She knew what he meant, but she decided to play with him a little bit.
No, I’m cuddling up with Nathaniel and Abby. And later, their nanny is going to join us. She imagined the smile on his face as he read her reply.
Ha ha ha very funny.
What?
I meant was there anybody in the room with you.
I knew what you meant.
Someone is being a very naughty girl.
And . . . what are you going to do about it?
You’ll have to wait and see.
Scary. There was a pause before his next text came in.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
And I’m really sad that I won’t see you tomorrow.
I was just thinking the same thing. Next Saturday seems so far away.
Right? I don’t think I can last seven more days.
Me either.
Next best thing? Meagan smiled, having a good idea of where he was going. And that would be?
Take your clothes off. Even though they were just texting, Meagan still felt like being playful. What makes you think they’re on?
Funny. Take them off.
Yes, Sir. Will you take yours off too?
Eventually. Meagan didn’t reply until she had stripped completely. And then, just to tease him, she took a picture and sent it to him.
All done.
Nice. Now get in bed on your back. Arousal began to grow low in Meagan’s belly and she did as Luke asked.
Ready.
Good girl. Now touch yourself. Any way you want. But don’t come. Meagan almost whined. Ass.
I’ll remember that.
No doubt.
Get busy. It was so easy to picture his smile and she couldn’t help but smile in return. With his face in her mind, she let her fingers drift down her body. They were his hands and he was being so gentle. Teasing. She moaned in pleasure, knowing this was just the beginning.
She brushed her thumbs over her nipples, pinching lightly. And that felt so good, she did it again, harder. That’s what Luke would do. He would tease her, right up to when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. And then he would stop.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming text.
Having fun?
It would be more fun if you were actually here.
Agreed. I wish I could see you. Wish I could touch you.
What would you do?
You’ll have to wait and see. For now, act like your hands are mine and do what you wish, but don’t come.
I don’t like this no-coming rule.
Why do you think I made it?
Because you’re a sadist.
Ha Ha Ha. You have no idea. Get busy.
Yes, Sir. She closed her eyes and let her hands skim across her body. They were Luke’s, and he was teasing her again. Her hands drifted lower, breezing near her clit because she knew Luke wouldn’t touch her there yet.
With one hand she brushed her breast and with the other, she stroked the insides of her thighs.
Abby shook her head. “No, they said the danger was too high to let her go much past thirty-three.”
“And so far everything has been okay with the baby?” Lynne got up and poured more wine.
“Yes, Dena said everything so far has been perfect with the baby.” Abby got a wistful, faraway look in her eyes. “I’m so happy for them both—they both deserve all the good things.”
Meagan remembered that Jeff had been the one to save Abby at the club. She also knew that he had played a few times with Abby and Nathaniel. She wondered what Dena thought of that. Did it bother her? Or did she not care? She knew Abby had played in a roundabout way with Luke. While what was in the past didn’t bother her, she wasn’t sure she’d like it if it happened again. Similarly, Meagan didn’t think Jeff had played at all with anybody since he and Dena got married.
For just a moment, Meagan allowed herself to think what it would be like to be married. To have that companionship. That support. That love. She didn’t realize until that moment how lonely her life was.
Sure, she had her work friends. And her brother, although you really couldn’t count him. But at the end of the day, she didn’t have a significant other. She allowed herself to look into the future and all she saw was loneliness. An empty house. An empty bed. An empty life. And for the first time in a long, long time, she was sad.
Meagan stretched. Suddenly she didn’t feel like talking anymore. “I’m beat. I’m going to go to bed.”
Abby raised an eyebrow and Meagan was certain she saw straight through her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a little tired.”
“Okay, I guess we’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night,” Lynne said.
Meagan said her good nights and went upstairs to her room. The baby shower the next day started at ten o’clock. She was going to ride with Abby and Lynne, and she wouldn’t make it back to her own house until late in the afternoon.
She wondered what Luke was doing tonight. Was he thinking of her? Did he miss her? They weren’t going to have a session tomorrow because of the baby shower. Luke said they were ahead of schedule, so it really didn’t matter. Suddenly next Saturday seemed so far away.
She made it to the guest room and remembered she’d turned her phone off. She couldn’t stop the grin that came over her face when she saw the text from Luke.
What are you doing? He had sent it fifteen minutes ago. There was a good chance he was still awake. She quickly typed her reply.
Just getting ready to turn in. He typed back instantly.
By yourself? She knew what he meant, but she decided to play with him a little bit.
No, I’m cuddling up with Nathaniel and Abby. And later, their nanny is going to join us. She imagined the smile on his face as he read her reply.
Ha ha ha very funny.
What?
I meant was there anybody in the room with you.
I knew what you meant.
Someone is being a very naughty girl.
And . . . what are you going to do about it?
You’ll have to wait and see.
Scary. There was a pause before his next text came in.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
And I’m really sad that I won’t see you tomorrow.
I was just thinking the same thing. Next Saturday seems so far away.
Right? I don’t think I can last seven more days.
Me either.
Next best thing? Meagan smiled, having a good idea of where he was going. And that would be?
Take your clothes off. Even though they were just texting, Meagan still felt like being playful. What makes you think they’re on?
Funny. Take them off.
Yes, Sir. Will you take yours off too?
Eventually. Meagan didn’t reply until she had stripped completely. And then, just to tease him, she took a picture and sent it to him.
All done.
Nice. Now get in bed on your back. Arousal began to grow low in Meagan’s belly and she did as Luke asked.
Ready.
Good girl. Now touch yourself. Any way you want. But don’t come. Meagan almost whined. Ass.
I’ll remember that.
No doubt.
Get busy. It was so easy to picture his smile and she couldn’t help but smile in return. With his face in her mind, she let her fingers drift down her body. They were his hands and he was being so gentle. Teasing. She moaned in pleasure, knowing this was just the beginning.
She brushed her thumbs over her nipples, pinching lightly. And that felt so good, she did it again, harder. That’s what Luke would do. He would tease her, right up to when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. And then he would stop.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming text.
Having fun?
It would be more fun if you were actually here.
Agreed. I wish I could see you. Wish I could touch you.
What would you do?
You’ll have to wait and see. For now, act like your hands are mine and do what you wish, but don’t come.
I don’t like this no-coming rule.
Why do you think I made it?
Because you’re a sadist.
Ha Ha Ha. You have no idea. Get busy.
Yes, Sir. She closed her eyes and let her hands skim across her body. They were Luke’s, and he was teasing her again. Her hands drifted lower, breezing near her clit because she knew Luke wouldn’t touch her there yet.
With one hand she brushed her breast and with the other, she stroked the insides of her thighs.
