I looked over his shoulder to Jeff, but his expression was neutral. Like the weekend we met, he wore all black. He still looked intimidating and stern, though at the moment his arms weren’t crossed.

“Take the dress off, Abigail,” Nathaniel commanded.

I wanted to protest that I didn’t have anything on underneath the outfit, but of course he knew that. I’d been naked in front of people before, but never with only two men present. This was very close to my fantasies. I shot a quick glance Jeff’s way, but he looked completely unaffected by Nathaniel’s instructions.

My fingers trembled with anticipation as I reached behind my back and unzipped the dress. Hadn’t I just put it on? I should have just remained naked.

Though that would have given the deliveryman the shock of his life.

I drew the dress over my head and let it fall to a puddle on the floor. As it fell, I sank deeper into my headspace. For now, I existed only for my Master. I was his to do with as he pleased and if he wanted to show me off to his friend, I’d make him proud.

“Leave the heels on,” Nathaniel said and his voice was rougher than it had been minutes earlier. He leaned close and whispered, “You look fucking hot wearing nothing but those heels and my collar.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“As you’re aware, Master Parks is a Dominant. But what you might not know is that he has a certain fondness for bondage.”

“Very interesting, Master.” I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded. The fact that he was telling me Jeff was into bondage could mean only one thing.

“Yes, I thought so, too. Which is part of the reason I invited him over.” He looked over to Jeff. “Can you get the chair ready?”

Jeff nodded and moved one of the chairs into the middle of the room. His eyes met mine and the corner of his mouth lifted into a half smile. He was a good guy; I felt safe and comfortable around him. But of course, I knew Nathaniel would have never staged this scene with Jeff if we couldn’t trust him.

Now Jeff turned away and went through a bag I hadn’t noticed before. One of the men must have brought it into the room while my head was bowed.

“Safeword if you feel the need,” Nathaniel said. “Otherwise, I want you to listen and obey. Master Parks is here by my invitation as my guest and he is well aware of my rules and your limits.”

“Yes, Master.” My eyes were fixed on the chair Jeff was entwining with rope. Nathaniel might have informed him of rules and limits, but it was like a line in the sand. You could toe it without crossing and I had the suspicion that line was getting ready to be toed.

Jeff stood up and nodded at Nathaniel.

“Abigail, go sit in the chair. Master Parks, will you bind her?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Jeff said.

I hesitated for just a moment. Though I’d figured out he would be the one to bind me based on what Nathaniel had said, my mind was still caught up on the fact that someone other than my Master was going to bind me to a chair.

“I didn’t hear a safe word,” Nathaniel said. “You better move faster unless you’d like to show our guest how nicely you handle a discipline session.”

I hurried to the chair. Jeff stood beside it, waiting.

“How do I sit, Sir?” I asked Jeff. “Facing the back or the normal way?”

His eyes widened briefly; I guessed he didn’t get questioned by submissives on their way to sit in a chair very often. But I’d been tied up enough to know not to assume anything.

“I think the normal way will be fine,” he said. “Hands to your side and slightly behind you.”

The chair in question had a cushion and high back. The one Nathaniel had in his playroom had a lower back and he’d tied me to it before with my arms over it. That would have been a difficult, if not impossible, position with the hotel chair.

“Should we tie her legs?” Nathaniel asked.

“If there’s a question between tying and not tying, I always go for tying,” Jeff answered.

Nathaniel laughed. “Good point. I think I want her blindfolded before we go any farther. Will you do the honors?”

“Of course.”

My heart pounded. They were going to take my sight away? How would I know who was touching me?

“Don’t look so frightened, Abby,” Jeff said, blindfold in hand, and his voice was soothing and kind. “One word and you can stop everything.”

Though his words didn’t say it, in my mind he still saw me as a drunk submissive who’d wandered away from her Master. I lifted my chin. I’d show him. “I’m fine. Bring it on.”