I kissed his palm. It’d been a long time since he’d pushed me out of my comfort zone. Describing my fantasy in front of Simon and Lynne had been more of a challenge than having them in the playroom. But I knew as the conversation around the table started up again, Lynne wasn’t the only one who’d learned something today.

Chapter Four

Simon and Lynne left shortly after lunch and Nathaniel and I lounged in the library. For a while we spoke about nothing in particular, just simple chitchat. He talked about the man Simon mentioned hiring as a consultant for security. Since Jonah was leaving in a few weeks, he thought he’d call the other guy in a few days.

We had another five hours or so before Linda brought the kids back. It wasn’t a given we’d go back to the bedroom or playroom, but I hoped we did. We’d had only the one session. And our next date wasn’t scheduled for another month.

I really didn’t want to wait another month. But before I could say anything, he put a hand on my knee.

“Abigail.”

I hoped that meant what I thought it meant. “Yes, Sir?”

“I want you on our bed, hands and knees.”

My heart thumped in anticipation.

While it would have been nice to go back to the playroom, the bedroom had its advantages. Every time I stepped into the bedroom, I’d remember the time we spent there this weekend.

He’d be following me in about ten minutes, so I undressed and went straight to the bedroom and got on my hands and knees facing the headboard. I naturally fell into my yoga breathing, glad we had this time to come together once more.

As expected, I heard him enter the bedroom before ten minutes had passed.

“Very nice, Abigail. You can relax. Stretch a bit.”

Feeling slightly stiff, and glad to be moving, I dropped to my butt and rolled my shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I turned to face him. Faint worry lines creased his forehead.

“Yes, Master. Just a bit unused to waiting.”

“Is that so?” he asked and the worry lines disappeared. “Then it’s going to be a long night for you. No orgasm without permission and I feel like being stingy with my permission. And while I let you be vocal this morning, this afternoon you’re not to speak unless you need to safeword or I ask you a direct question. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.” It was so hard sometimes to keep quiet. Took all my concentration.

“Have you stretched enough? Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

He walked to the bed, captured my face between his hands and kissed me. Unlike most of his kisses today, this one was urgent. He dug his fingers into my hair and I groaned at the sharp pain his actions brought. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I sank into his embrace.

His kiss made my arousal grow more intense and I wrapped my arms around him, wanting him to engulf me completely. After a few minutes he pulled back to whisper in my ear.

“I want you on your knees, facing the headboard. You may hold on to it.”

I slid out of his embrace and climbed back on the bed the way he asked.

“Knees wider. You’ll need the support.” When I was in position, the leather tip of a crop ran down my left leg, up along the inside and back down my right.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

He started with gentle taps all along my legs and the crop landed harder on my backside. Ever so gradually, he increased the intensity of the swats. I pushed my ass back, needing more.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

I hummed in blissed-out pleasure. “Mmm, yes, Master.”

“Good.” He ran a hand down my backside and slipped two fingers inside. “That’s all I want for you tonight and I can tell someone is definitely enjoying herself at the moment.”

I pushed back, wanting his fingers deeper. I couldn’t talk, but I could show him with my body how his touch affected me.

He gave my ass a slap. “And someone’s greedy.” More swats from the crop rained across my backside. “But I’m having too much fun teasing you to fuck you yet.”

He shifted and pressed his weight along my back and his breath was hot in my ear. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you?”

I shivered. “Yes, please, Master.”

“No.” He smacked the crop so it landed between my legs. “Release the headboard, Abigail.”

I let go and dropped to my butt, carefully, though, because of the ache left behind by the crop. He stood by the bed and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he undressed. He still worked out daily and his body made my knees wobble. My eyes dropped to his erection, which was so long and thick, my pussy clenched with need.