The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) (13 page)

“The position is still available.” We had yet to find someone we connected with who also connected with Elizabeth and Henry. “You know we’re living part-time in Wilmington, Delaware, now?”

“Yes, I have family about twenty miles from there. So I’m familiar with the area.”

The more I thought about it, the more and more I liked the idea of Lynne working for us as a nanny. I’d always liked her, and having someone in the lifestyle would make many things easier for us. “Are you free this weekend?” I asked. “Would you be willing to come to Delaware to meet with me and Nathaniel and be introduced to Elizabeth and Henry?”

“This weekend would be perfect!” Her voice nearly hummed with relief.

“Great! Let me confirm a time with Nathaniel and I’ll e-mail you details.” No sooner had I spoken the words than a thought hit me. “What will Simon think about you being in Wilmington?”

She didn’t answer and the silence was so absolute I looked at the phone to make sure she hadn’t hung up.

“Simon broke up with me,” she finally said.

“Oh, Lynne, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“I know we were only together for a little while, but I really liked him. We tried playing a bit, but he said I wasn’t ready. He thought I wasn’t really a submissive.”

I didn’t know Simon very well, but it didn’t sound like him to break up with her so suddenly. Something else must’ve been going on with them—or at least with him.

She sighed. “I don’t know what I did wrong. And then when I asked him about it, he wouldn’t talk.”

“That really doesn’t sound like Simon. Something’s going on. I’ll have to talk with Nathaniel.” Nathaniel knew him better than I did, so I hoped he might be able to find out what was going on.

“Oh no, don’t do that. I don’t want Simon to know I was talking about him.”

“He won’t know. I’ll just ask Nathaniel if he knows what’s going on.” She didn’t say anything, so I continued, “I promise Simon won’t know you were talking about him.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” The monitor at my desk crackled with Henry’s babbles. “I have to go, kids are up. I’ll be in touch.”

I jogged up the stairs, elated because I was willing to bet I’d just found our nanny.

L
ater 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, both 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.”

“Please don’t make me. It won’t fit.”

“Enough. I’ll call the guards to take you away so they can all take turns fucking you.”

I made my eyes wide. “No, Sir. Please. Not that. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything, Sir.”

“Very well. First, you’re going to kiss my cock and then I’ll show you how I’ll fuck your pussy by taking your mouth. After that you’re going to bend over the bed so I can take you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But that’s not all. You said anything. So you’re also going to offer your ass to me.”

I faltered just a bit. There wasn’t any lube out. Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get some out of a drawer. I knew he’d never take my ass without it, but the thought pulled me out of my role for a minute.

“Guard!” he said with a smirk.

I jumped, not expecting him to call out like that. But one look at his face and I knew he’d said that about my ass because he knew it’d stun me momentarily. I could have begged him not to call the guards, but since I’d already done that a few times, I decided to do something to momentarily stun him.

I gave him a smirk of my own, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his cock. “Mmm, you taste like cotton candy, Sir. Do all cocks taste like sweet sugary treats?”

He choked out a laugh. “Come here,” he said, pulling me up from the floor and gathering me in his arms. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me close for a kiss.

“No more barbarian?” I said against his lips.

“Not right now.” He nibbled my ear. “Maybe later.”

“Good,” I said. “I like your cock too much to act like a proper virgin.”

“Just as well. I doubt I could be gentle enough for a virgin.” He kissed me once more, then pulled back. “Since we couldn’t stay in role for the role play, we’ll have to do something else. You have two minutes to make me come with your mouth. I want those hot lips around my cock. I want you to take me in your throat as far as you can and when I come, I want your eyes on me as you swallow.”

It was more than his voice or his command that turned me on. It was more than the role play and the anticipation of what was coming next. It was the thought that I was being filmed, that there was another presence in the room besides the two of us. “Nothing would give me more pleasure.”

He brushed my cheek once more. “One minute, fifty seconds.”

Shit.

I dropped to my knees and engulfed him in my mouth, sucking hard, and taking him deep. I grabbed his ass and held him to me. He pumped his hips in and out.

“I love fucking your mouth. Feeling you hot and wet around me.”

I wasn’t sure how much time I had left, but I knew if he was still talking in complete sentences, I probably wasn’t going to make his time limit. In all honesty, that might have been his plan. But he didn’t count on one thing….

I lightly stroked the skin leading to his anus.

“Damn it,” he said, jerking in my mouth.

I did it a second time and when he thrust forward again, I circled his opening. I couldn’t insert my finger without lube, but I pressed gently and gave the illusion I might.

“Fuck!” he said again, and he grabbed my hair tight, holding my head still as he came.

After cleaning him off, I dropped back to my knees and waited. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Bed. Now.”

I climbed up on the bed. I didn’t have his collar on, but it still turned me on to submit to him. It used to bother me that I liked it so much. Now, though, I simply accepted it. It was who I was, just like my hair color.

He moved to the end of the bed, his eyes hungry as they raked over my naked body. “I want you to work yourself to where you’re on the verge of coming and I want you to be vocal while you do it. Get into proper position so I can watch.”

I shifted and got on my back, spreading my knees slightly, allowing him an unobstructed view. “Can you see how much I want you when I’m like this?”

“Yes. Very nice. Show me how you like me to touch you.”

I circled my breasts with both hands. “I love your hands on me. When you come to me urgently and you need me. How you turn me on simply by playing with my breasts. Sucking my nipples.” I plucked one. He’d only used clamps on me once since Henry’s birth and that was in Delaware before we moved. “I wonder if Master would like to decorate my nipples with his clamps sometime soon.”

“Yes, I think so. It’s been too long since I’ve seen those tits taking the teeth of my clamp. Watching how you try to get away when I pull their chain.”

He wasn’t lying. Those things had fucking hurt when he first put them on. When he connected them with a chain and pulled, the shock flew through my body and centered right on my clit. For the first few seconds, I’d fight it. Try to get away from the pain, but Nathaniel knew better and wouldn’t let me. He knew the pleasure headed my way if I simply gave in and let the feeling complete its path.

“I would welcome you pulling the chain.”

“Pinch those nipples. Pull at them.”

I obeyed. My breasts were so sensitive I hoped he had me move forward relatively soon. Just thinking about him using the clamps turned me on, and when I added the way he watched me as I pulled and pinched, I feared I couldn’t hold back my release.