The Exhibitionist (The Submissive 7)

Later that night, after the kids were asleep, Nathaniel and I were relaxing together by the indoor pool. We’d just finished doing laps and were sitting in our deck chairs, bo

th wrapped in robes. We’d turned on a few low lights and lit some candles I kept out by the pool, so the room was bathed in simmering shadows.

“Something must have happened with Simon,” he agreed after I told him about my conversation with Lynne. “I only wish I knew what.”

“When was the last time you talked with him?”

“I hate to admit how long it’s been,” he said, shaking his head. “I haven’t kept up with anyone the way I should. Especially those in our New York BDSM group.”

“Please don’t tell him Lynne called. I promised we wouldn’t let him know she had mentioned him to me.”

“I won’t. I’ll just call him to catch up. I’ve been meaning to do it anyway.” He ran a towel over his hair, drying it further. “I think it’d make a lot of sense if we hired her to be our nanny and she moved in with us. That way she can put aside money for school instead of paying rent. And she’s familiar with the lifestyle…” I nodded at his reasoning. “So she wouldn’t be surprised if she came across us doing something in the middle of the night or if she stumbled into the living room and saw you kneeling at my feet while we watched the news.”

“Exactly,” I said.

“Why don’t you call her tomorrow and see when she can come meet with us and the kids? If she doesn’t get along with them, there’s no reason to move forward.”

“This is going to work out. I just have a feeling.”

“I hope you’re right. It would make things easier for us.”

“There is one more thing,” I said. “I want to hire Jeff to do a background. I mean, I’ve always liked her and she was in our New York group, so you would think everything’s fine, but we really don’t know her that well…”

“You can never be too safe. I agree. Let me know what she says after you talk to her and I’ll have Jeff run a preliminary before she comes to Wilmington. If that one comes out well, we’ll have her sign paperwork for a more in-depth one.”

I nodded. “That would make me feel a lot better. I’m glad you don’t think I’m being too cautious.”

“There’s no such thing when it comes to my family’s safety.”

His voice was low and gruff and turning me on. Especially the way he was sitting, all wet and half-naked. I glanced up at the clock. Only nine forty-five. Not too late …

“Come here for a minute.” His voice was downright husky now and I forgot all about the clock.

Perplexed, I walked over to his chair and he scooted over to make room for me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I set the video camera up in the bedroom.” His fingers untied my bikini top and pinched a nipple.

My mouth grew dry. Holy hell, I loved it when he set up a camera. “You did?”

He pinched harder.

“Oh God, Nathaniel …”

He dipped his head and nibbled my neck while he slipped a hand between my legs and teased the material aside so he could stroke my entrance.

“Go upstairs and wait for me on the bed.”

I groaned. He was making me feel too good to stop and move upstairs. But he had the camera set up and I knew that would be fun, so I made myself move away from him and took my time getting to our room. While I walked, I thought about how I was going to act.

He found me a few minutes later, standing at the foot of the bed.

“I thought I said on the bed?” he asked, arms crossed.

“Don’t want to,” I said. I didn’t have his collar on and I felt like playing hard to get. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”

He lifted an eyebrow.

I winked at him, then said, “You better let me out of this room.”

He took two long steps to me and put his hand around my throat. Not tight, but there. “You’re not going anywhere, naughty virgin maiden. I’ve captured you and you’re going to bend over that bed and let me fuck you.”

Barbarian and captured virgin maiden … we hadn’t done that one in a while.

“Please, Sir,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “If my betrothed finds out I’m not pure, he won’t marry me.”

“Not my problem, wench,” he said, getting into his role. “Your father should have thought about that before he allowed you to go off by yourself into the woods.” He swept a finger across my breast. “And he should have warned you about the dangers of swimming naked.”

“I didn’t know anyone was watching.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you knew I was there.”

“I didn’t. I—”

“Silence,” he said. “You’re mine now and you have to serve me.”

“But, Sir.” I blinked my eyes. “I’m a virgin maiden. I don’t know how.”

“I’ll instruct you. And if you do a good job, I’ll keep you to myself. Do a poor job and I’ll give you over to my guards to do with you what they want.”

“No, anything but that.” I tried to look properly subdued. “Tell me what to do, Sir.”

He pointed to the floor. “Kneel here and remove my drawers.”

I snickered. “Your drawers? Have you turned into a dresser?”

“Knickers?” he suggested.

“Maybe loincloth?” We both laughed, and I moved to my knees and pulled his bathing suit down over his hips, revealing his erection. I gasped. “My heavens, Sir. What is that?”

“It’s my cock.”

“It’s so big. Why’s it standing up like that?”

“It has to be hard and stand up so I can push it inside your pussy.”

I kept my eyes on his massive length. “My what?”

“Your sex. The hole between your legs.”

“The one tingling right now?” I asked.

“Yes. That tingle is your body getting your sex ready to take my cock inside you.”

“I don’t think it’ll fit. It’s huge. Surely it’ll split me open.”

“It’ll be tight and I’ll have to push hard.” He fisted himself and I swore he grew bigger. “No doubt it’ll hurt when I break through your maidenhead, but you will allow me to do it and you will take my cock all the way inside.”

“Let’s say you’re able to get that thing inside me. What will you do then?”

“Touch it,” he commanded, ignoring my question. “Feel how hard it is.”

I reached out and ran my finger around the head. “I touched it. Now tell me what happens once it’s inside me.”

“Call it by its name. It’s a cock. Not that thing.”

“Please, Sir. Tell me what happens once your cock is inside me?”

“Very good,” he said. “That’s when the real fun starts. Then I get to fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you hard and as deep as possible. And you will not be pure and your betrothed will not marry you, but you won’t care because you’ll only care about my cock from this day forward.”

“Please, Sir. No.”

“I’m tired of this conversation. My cock is hard and ready. I’ll fuck you now or give you over to the guards. The decision is yours.”