I knew from experience he would never deny me at least that much. He didn’t disappoint, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine in a slow and sensual kiss that curled my toes.
I couldn’t wait for the next day.
Chapter Three
The doorbell rang the following morning while I was in the bedroom getting ready. I’d served Nathaniel breakfast in the dining room, but unlike the previous night, he asked me to join him. With one last look in the mirror, I made my way into the hallway.
I ran into Nathaniel as he was heading down the stairs. When he saw me, he stopped.
“Lift the sweater.”
I dropped my eyes and lifted the hem of the sweater, allowing him just a glimpse of the lacy black corset underneath.
“Very nice,” he said, dragging a finger along the material over my belly. His voice and touch nearly left me in a puddle of desire. “Though I can’t wait to see you completely naked.”
“I feel the same, Master.”
He cupped the back of my neck, drawing me closer and running his fingers along the hair at the nape of my neck. “Feeling better today, my lovely?”
I lifted my head and met his eyes. They were dark with a desire that I felt all the way to my toes. “Yes, Master. Much.”
“Good.” He brushed his lips gently to mine and then took my hand as we made our way to the door.
Simon and Lynne stood on our porch. His left arm was around her shoulders and it took only a quick glance at her to see why. She looked like she’d jump out of her skin if anyone looked at her wrong.
“Simon,” Nathaniel said. “Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you,” the lanky man with sandy-colored hair said. “This is Lynne.”“Nice to meet you,” he said and her eyes grew big, almost as if she expected him to whip out a flogger and handcuffs right there on the front porch. He lowered his voice and nudged me forward. “This is my wife, Abby.”
Being introduced to me seemed to relax her only a tiny bit. Her eyes were still wary and her muscles tense. Though in fairness, I no longer thought she’d take off running back to the car.
“Abby,” Nathaniel said, still using the voice he’d use to talk to a wild animal. “Why don’t you take Lynne into the kitchen while Simon and I talk in my office?”
I waved for Lynne to follow me and she gave Simon a quick peck on the cheek before stepping over the threshold. As we walked down the hall, I pointed to the room on our right. “That’s Nathaniel’s office where the men will be. I was going to put some sandwiches together for lunch. Come keep me company?”
I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t say anything, but simply followed me into the kitchen. I took out the bread and raised an eyebrow at the petite blonde, who still looked like she was seconds away from dashing out of the house.
“You know, if you don’t want to watch, if it makes you too uncomfortable, or if you want to wait and reschedule, I don’t have a problem telling the guys.”
She straightened her shoulders and I swore I caught a glimpse of a backbone. Good thing, too. It took a strong woman to submit.
“I’m fine,” she said and there was a steel edge to her voice that surprised me. She took a deep breath. “I’ll admit I’m just a bit intimidated by you and Nath—Mr. West. And the idea of watching. But I have to do this. For me.”
There was a truth to her words that her expression reflected. And the once timid woman now looked like the brave mouse attempting to remove the splinter from the lion’s paw. I felt more at ease seeing the transformation.
“Hearing you say that makes me so happy,” I said, working on the sandwiches. “But you can call him Nathaniel. Hardly anyone calls him Mr. West. And it’s completely understandable to be intimidated watching someone for the first time. I know I was.”
She walked to stand beside me at the counter and reached for the bread to help me. “Is it weird for you? Playing in front of people?”
“It was the first time. Hand me the mayo, if you don’t mind.” I put a light layer on one side of the bread. “But it got easier and easier each time. To be honest, it’s now a turn-on for me. One, because I know he likes it, and two, because I enjoy serving him and knowing someone’s watching me.”
“Do you know what he’s doing today?”
I left her to finish up the sandwiches and started cutting fruit for a salad. “Oh, no. What would be the fun in that?”
She laughed. “It’s hard for me to go into something not knowing what’s going to happen.”