The Exhibitionist (The Submissive 7)

There was a rustle of clothes from the other end of the phone and then her breathless “Done, Master.”

“Very nice. Now I have to warn you, you still aren’t allowed to come. But tell me about the last sex scene you read.”

“It was hot, Master.”

“How so?”

“The hero had the heroine in front of a group of people. She was blindfolded and he was explaining to the crowd all the various positions he could take her in.”

“Interesting.”

“And he made her get into all of them, but he just teased her and never took her.”

“Never?”

“I haven’t finished reading the scene yet. I’m sure he will soon, though. He’d just taken his cock out when you called.”

I chuckled. “Bad timing, huh?”

“Not really, Master. With you on the phone, I can pretend you and your cock are here in bed with me.”

“So why don’t you tell me what you would do to my cock if I was in the bed with you right now?”

“Mmm, your cock in bed right now. Don’t I wish?” She sighed. “I’m assuming you’re already naked in this scenario, by the way, Master.”

“That’s fine.”

“I think the first thing I’d do is pour a bit of lubrication into my hands. And I’d stroke it all over your cock.”

“Fuck, I like where this is going.” I was surprised by the mention of lube. She liked anal sex, but not really enough for it to make an appearance in a fantasy.

“It’s not going there, so don’t get too excited, Master.”

“I’ll try to curtail my enthusiasm.”

“Curtail and enthusiasm, Master?” she asked. “Not exactly the kind of sex talk I’m used to.”

“Sorry, is that killing the mood?”

“Slightly.”

“Okay, so my cock is all lubed up, but apparently it’s not going in the orifice I thought.”

“It’s not actually going in any orifice.”

She was fantasizing about giving me a hand job? “I’ll be quiet now and won’t assume anything. You can continue.”

“I move up the bed and get on my back. Then I ask you to hold on to the headboard.”

I pictured it in my mind, still not sure about where the fantasy was headed. “Okay.”

“Once you’re in position, I take your cock and slip it between my breasts. Then I hold them all—”

“Motherfucking hell, Abigail.”

“You like?”

I took myself in hand. “Fuck yes. Go on.”

“So, I hold them together real tight and tell you to fuck my tits.”

I stoked myself, imagining. “Damn, I love doing that.”

“It’s an odd feeling, but I like it. I like watching you slide in and out. And you’re on top of me, so I can’t really move and it’s all about you and your pleasure and your cock feels so good.”

“Just thinking about it makes me so hard. I’m not going to last long.”

“I can tell by the way you’re thrusting and I whisper, ‘Use them, Master. Fuck them hard.’”

“Abigail,” I moaned, stroking faster and harder.

“I feel your cock twitch, so I say, ‘Come on then, Master. Mark me with your come.’”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“I want to feel it all over my skin and then I’m going to have you watch while I lick it off.”

The image she painted in my mind had me thrusting my hips and working my cock harder. I didn’t even try to hold my release back. “I’m coming, Abigail. Coming so hard all over those gorgeous tits.”

“Yes, I feel it. It feels so good. Mmm, I’m trying to get some in my mouth because you taste so good and I move a bit and suck you in my mouth, not wanting to miss one drop. And, damn, your cock tastes good, too.”

I was breathing heavily as I took a washcloth and cleaned up the best I could. “Damn, that was hot.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I pictured her in bed, still aroused and not able to do anything about it without my permission. “And how are you, Abigail?”

“Horny as fucking hell, Master.”

“I’m not going to let you come tonight, either.” I wanted her on the edge and so ready for her release that she could hardly stand it. I very rarely withheld orgasms from her, but after her blowup concerning Charlene, I wanted the point made very clear that only good behavior was rewarded.

“That’s okay, Master. I enjoyed getting you off.”

I would probably make her wait until next weekend. She had gone that long before, but it had been a while.

We spoke a bit more about the move and the kids and then I decided to push her closer to the edge.

“Now, let me tell you just how I’m going to fuck you the first time in our new house.”

Chapter Five

ABBY

The move to Wilmington and the unpacking that followed proved to be uneventful. With the people we’d hired doing the bulk of the work, I wasn’t surrounded by boxes for too long. Elizabeth and Henry thought the entire move was a grand adventure and they seemed to like the new house.

I had to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed showing it off and I didn’t hesitate to say yes when Dena asked to stop by.

“Come in,” I said, leading her inside the weekend after our move. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” She looked around. “This is gorgeous.”

“Thanks. We really like it, especially now that we’re settling in.”

“You’re going to have to give me a tour. Oh.” She lifted up a basket. “These are for you. Pumpkin nut muffins.”

“Thanks. I love pumpkin nut. You’ll have to give me your recipe.”

She laughed. “I don’t cook. Jeff made them.”

“Then thank him for me. I’ll go put these in the kitchen and then I’ll show you around.”

“I’ll go with you. I want to see what the kitchen looks like.”

As we walked down the hall, I pointed to the various rooms we passed. “That’s the library and office, currently nice and clean, just waiting for me to clutter it with papers. Farther this way is the dining room. We haven’t eaten in here yet, but I love it. Need to set up a dinner party or something. And in here’s the kitchen.”

“Look at this kitchen,” she said as we stepped inside. “It’s gorgeous.”

“And box free for the longest time,” I said. “It was the first room we tackled. I knew if I got the bedroom and kitchen unpacked, I’d feel a lot better.”

“All this counter space.” She ran her hand across the granite we’d picked out.