Nathaniel didn’t slow his movements and I took several deep breaths. “What, Sir?”
“Tell us what your Master is fucking you with. Keep in mind that if you’re wrong, it’s going up your ass.”
Oh, no it wasn’t.
All thoughts of climax left my mind as I turned my entire focus on what was inside me. Nathaniel had several dildos and vibrators, but none of them felt like what he was currently using. Whatever it was didn’t feel like glass and it hadn’t carried temperature like metal.
Could it have been something the deliveryman brought? I concentrated on the feel of it moving inside me. Smooth.
“We didn’t give her a time frame, did we?” Nathaniel asked Jeff.
“No, that would have been a good rule though.”
“Who’s to say I can’t change the rules? You have twenty seconds, Abigail, or else I’m bending you over the couch arm and I’ll strap you before making your ass take this thing.”
Smooth. Hard. Rounded at the end.
“Ten seconds.”
“Cucumber!” I yelled. “It’s a cucumber.”
Nathaniel pulled it out and I groaned at its loss. Damn it. They weren’t going to let me come. Not yet anyway. Maybe soon.
I hoped.
Why were they silent, though? Had I gotten it wrong?
“Very good, Abby,” Jeff said, but he didn’t sound pleased. “It was a cucumber.”
I beamed from under the blindfold. Ass saved.
“There’s only one problem,” he continued and my smile left. “Do you know what that problem is?”
I racked my brain, trying to think. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I hadn’t come and I’d guessed correctly.
Jeff’s voice was close to my ear. “You forgot to call me Sir or Master Parks and now I have to punish you. Shame to do it. You were doing so well. But I told you what to call me and gave you the consequences if you didn’t. I have to follow through.”
“Agreed,” Nathaniel said. “Have to be consistent. What are you thinking you’ll do?”There was another silence as he thought. “The item in the bowl.”
Nathaniel sucked in a breath. “We’ve never done that. I’ll have to put a time limit on it.”
“Of course.”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What was in the bowl that made even Nathaniel hesitate. It couldn’t be a hard limit. I tried to run down the last checklist we’d done, but my mind went blank.
“I usually put it in a sub’s anus,” Jeff said. I heard the metallic clink of the tray. “But since Abby is so beautifully bound, I think her pussy will work just fine. We can even have her guess what it is.”
Nathaniel laughed. “You truly are an evil bastard. No wonder we get along so well.”
Well, hell. That didn’t tell me anything. Just that I was having something else put inside me. And that I’d have to guess what it was. What could be put inside me that Nathaniel and I had never used?
“There we go,” Jeff said. “Nice and smooth.”
I suddenly had a very bad feeling I knew what was in the bowl. I tried to stand up.
“Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.
“I just thought … I don’t want … We haven’t …”
“I didn’t hear a safe word. Thank you, Jeff.”
Something wet was right at my entrance. Fuck. And I was bound to the damn chair spread wide-open for whatever it was they wanted to do to me. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to safeword over this. I could do it. I’d do it for Nathaniel.
“I think she knows,” Jeff said.
“Probably,” Nathaniel answered; then he addressed me. “There are a few submissives who can orgasm from the sensation. On the off chance you’re one of them, remember you don’t have permission.”
I nodded and clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I would bet our house on the fact I wasn’t one of those submissives. “Do it, Master.”
Without saying another word, he pushed the wet object inside me. Jeff placed his hand on my shoulder and I waited for the inevitable.
It started out feeling cold, which I wasn’t expecting. Maybe I had guessed wrong. But as it stayed in place, it slowly got warmer and I knew I’d been correct.
“It’s ginger, Sir.” Nathaniel and I had never played with ginger before, but I’d spoken with enough submissives to know it was called figging.
“It is, Abby. And it’s going to start feeling really uncomfortable in just a few seconds.”