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the middle of the room and waited.
He entered minutes later.
“Very nice,” he said. “I see you liked my suggestion.”
“I decided it was much better than staying downstairs.”
He laughed quietly and walked to the nightstand to get my collar. “I thought I might let you come finally, but that it would be on my terms if I did.” He buckled the collar around my neck. “Kiss my feet in thanks.”
I slid forward and brushed my lips across first one foot and then the other. “Thank you, Master,” I said before moving back into my waiting position.
“So polite this evening. Someone must really want to come.”
I didn’t say anything. I believed that was fairly obvious.
“Get on the bed. Face the headboard and hold on to it.”
I moved quickly while still trying to be graceful and seductive. As I settled into position, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror to the right of the bed. I turned and watched as he got behind me.
It turned me on like nothing else to watch him take me. To observe while at the same time feeling his possession. I groaned just thinking about it.
He pushed down on my shoulders a bit, kicked my knees apart. The entire time I watched him in the mirror. He situated me the way he wanted and then caught my gaze.
“You like seeing me get you into the position I want?” he asked. “Making sure your body is accessible and open for me?”
“The only thing better is watching you actually take me, Master.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I think we need mirrors in the playroom.”
“I like that idea, Master.”
“I thought you might, you wicked girl.” He rocked his hips against me but didn’t enter me yet. He cupped my backside and squeezed. “I want you to imagine something with me.”
I was so impatient for him to fuck me, but I knew if I did as he instructed, it would be so much better in the end.
“See yourself in the mirror?” he asked. I lifted my head and took in what I saw. Naked, bent over, and waiting for him to take me. I thought I looked sexy as hell. Of course, that was due in part to him. On his knees behind me with that look in his eyes, he made the very air in the room feel sexy. “See?”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“Imagine we’re in front of a group of people. That you’re bent over and begging to be fucked in front of a group. Do you see what they would see?” He slapped my ass. “Do you?”
“Yes, Master.” I could easily picture the three men we’d played in front of in Delaware months ago. Simon, Jeff, and a Dom I only knew as Master DeVaan.
He slipped a finger inside me, ensuring that I was ready. “What do they see?”
My eyes locked on our image in the mirror. He moved closer to me, cock in hand, and oh so slowly, pressed forward. Before us, we both watched as he entered me.
“They see you, Master,” I said. “They see you taking me. Ohhh, fuck. Yes.”
“You feel so damn good.” He ran his hands over my back, cupped my breasts, and stroked down to my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh as he held tight to my waist and thrust fully inside.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from the mirror and I watched him pump in and out. In my mind, there were more than the three men watching. There were lots more and many were strangers. Watching Nathaniel move inside me turned them on.
“They can’t keep their eyes off you. How your pussy takes my cock. Spreading to take it all. The men wish they could feel how tight you are.” His hips moved in a slow rhythmic stroke, going deep and retreating. “I’m fucking you slowly to give them more time to picture it. Love watching you stretch so you can take my dick. Next time I’m fucking your ass and I’ll have you watch that.”
My body shivered at the thought. I loved watching him use my body for his pleasure and was certain watching him take me there would be a complete turn-on.
“You like that idea, Abigail?” he asked, and instead of waiting for an answer, he picked up his pace. “But the
He entered minutes later.
“Very nice,” he said. “I see you liked my suggestion.”
“I decided it was much better than staying downstairs.”
He laughed quietly and walked to the nightstand to get my collar. “I thought I might let you come finally, but that it would be on my terms if I did.” He buckled the collar around my neck. “Kiss my feet in thanks.”
I slid forward and brushed my lips across first one foot and then the other. “Thank you, Master,” I said before moving back into my waiting position.
“So polite this evening. Someone must really want to come.”
I didn’t say anything. I believed that was fairly obvious.
“Get on the bed. Face the headboard and hold on to it.”
I moved quickly while still trying to be graceful and seductive. As I settled into position, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror to the right of the bed. I turned and watched as he got behind me.
It turned me on like nothing else to watch him take me. To observe while at the same time feeling his possession. I groaned just thinking about it.
He pushed down on my shoulders a bit, kicked my knees apart. The entire time I watched him in the mirror. He situated me the way he wanted and then caught my gaze.
“You like seeing me get you into the position I want?” he asked. “Making sure your body is accessible and open for me?”
“The only thing better is watching you actually take me, Master.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I think we need mirrors in the playroom.”
“I like that idea, Master.”
“I thought you might, you wicked girl.” He rocked his hips against me but didn’t enter me yet. He cupped my backside and squeezed. “I want you to imagine something with me.”
I was so impatient for him to fuck me, but I knew if I did as he instructed, it would be so much better in the end.
“See yourself in the mirror?” he asked. I lifted my head and took in what I saw. Naked, bent over, and waiting for him to take me. I thought I looked sexy as hell. Of course, that was due in part to him. On his knees behind me with that look in his eyes, he made the very air in the room feel sexy. “See?”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“Imagine we’re in front of a group of people. That you’re bent over and begging to be fucked in front of a group. Do you see what they would see?” He slapped my ass. “Do you?”
“Yes, Master.” I could easily picture the three men we’d played in front of in Delaware months ago. Simon, Jeff, and a Dom I only knew as Master DeVaan.
He slipped a finger inside me, ensuring that I was ready. “What do they see?”
My eyes locked on our image in the mirror. He moved closer to me, cock in hand, and oh so slowly, pressed forward. Before us, we both watched as he entered me.
“They see you, Master,” I said. “They see you taking me. Ohhh, fuck. Yes.”
“You feel so damn good.” He ran his hands over my back, cupped my breasts, and stroked down to my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh as he held tight to my waist and thrust fully inside.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from the mirror and I watched him pump in and out. In my mind, there were more than the three men watching. There were lots more and many were strangers. Watching Nathaniel move inside me turned them on.
“They can’t keep their eyes off you. How your pussy takes my cock. Spreading to take it all. The men wish they could feel how tight you are.” His hips moved in a slow rhythmic stroke, going deep and retreating. “I’m fucking you slowly to give them more time to picture it. Love watching you stretch so you can take my dick. Next time I’m fucking your ass and I’ll have you watch that.”
My body shivered at the thought. I loved watching him use my body for his pleasure and was certain watching him take me there would be a complete turn-on.
“You like that idea, Abigail?” he asked, and instead of waiting for an answer, he picked up his pace. “But the
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