“I thought we’d play a little game this afternoon,” Nathaniel said. “Master Parks and I are going to ask you some questions. You get them right, you get points. Answer them wrong and we’ll take them away. Any questions?”
“No, Master.”
“We’ll start easy,” Jeff said. “What’s your name?”
“Abigail West.”
“Very good. One point. What’s my middle name?”
What? How was I supposed to know that? Then it hit me—I wasn’t. The best I could do was guess. “Um, Robert?”
“Wrong. Minus one point. See how it’s played?”
I saw that they could ask a bunch of questions I didn’t know the answers to and I’d wind up with negative points. “Yes, Sir.”
“This is a black scarf.” Something gauzy passed over my breasts, pebbling my nipples even further. Nathaniel chuckled at my gasp. “What color is it?”
“Black, Master.”
The scarf swept over my nipples again. “This is a red scarf. What color is it?”
I had a feeling it was the same scarf. I couldn’t see how they could have switched it so quickly. Did I say it was black because I thought it was the same one or call it red because that’s what he said?
“Red, Master.”
“Very good.” Nathaniel’s lips took mine in an unexpected kiss, his lips claiming mine with an intensity that seemed to come out of nowhere. He lowered his head to my breasts and sucked a nipple, biting it lightly.
I jumped in surprise. Or I tried to jump. Jeff had done an excellent job of tying me up and I couldn’t move very much. Where was Jeff? Was he watching while Nathaniel enjoyed my body?
Nathaniel pulled away. “Hand me the first item.”
The first item? That didn’t tell me anything. Besides, I thought they were asking me questions. An item could be anything. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain on my left nipple.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped. Clearly item one was a nipple clamp.
“Next one,” Nathaniel said.
This time I held my breath and tensed.“Kind of kills the surprise for the second one. What would you do?” he asked Jeff.
“She’s too uptight. I’d relax her.” I hadn’t noticed until he spoke just how close Jeff was to me. Every word he spoke sent warm breaths of air across my neck. “Tease her. Tempt her.”
While he whispered, Nathaniel nibbled his way down my body, swirling his tongue at the crook of my elbow, nipping the skin of my wrist that was not covered by rope.
“That’s it,” Jeff whispered. “She’s getting there. I can see the tension leaving her body. You like it when he bites you, Abby? Like having his mouth on you? I bet you really want him back sucking on you, don’t you?”
As he spoke, Nathaniel slowly made his way up to take my other nipple in his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, flicking it back and forth. Between what he was doing and what Jeff was saying, I felt like one big jellyfish. If I hadn’t been tied to the chair, I’d probably have slid to the floor.
I was so focused on Jeff’s words and Nathaniel’s mouth, I didn’t notice any additional movement until Nathaniel pulled back and the other clamp came down on my nipple.
“Shit,” I groaned again.
“Worked like a charm,” Nathaniel said.
“That’s the way to distract her. However, I’m trying to decide if that was a reward or a punishment?”
“I don’t know about her, but it was certainly a reward for me.”
Jeff stifled a laugh at Nathaniel’s remark and I smiled, enjoying the banter between the two men. Even if nipple clamps were involved.
“Think she’s ready for the second question?” Jeff asked.
“I sure as hell am. Can you check the cart and make sure everything’s clean?”
Clean? That was good, but why would something be dirty?
“Looks like everything’s spotless.”
There was a muffled shifting of the two men. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. But when a pair of hands brushed the skin along my upper inner thigh, I recognized them as Nathaniel’s. Jeff spoke once again from behind me, his heated whispers teasing my ear.
“I’ve got to warn you, this one’s tough,” he said. “Good luck to you.”
Nathaniel’s hands grew more urgent and insistent. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed two fingers inside me.
“What’s inside you?” Jeff asked.
“Master’s fingers, Sir,” I replied.