“Tsk-tsk-tsk,” he scolded as the shorts fell away. “Look at this. It appears the naughty girl isn’t wearing panties. You know what that means?”

“About time,” a strange voice called from the back of the room.

“Such a shame,” another voice said, and this one I recognized from the day before. From the way Jeff said it, I could tell it wasn’t really a shame.

Nathaniel cupped my ass. “First of all, I have to do something about these legs.”

I felt him move away and when he returned, he attached my ankle to what I recognized as one end of a spreader bar. Being open and exposed shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did. But knowing that Nathaniel was getting ready to do wickedly depraved things to me while others watched heightened my arousal more.

He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest. He fondled my breasts and then ran his hands down my side, sliding a finger along the wetness between my legs.

“You look so hot like this, naked and spread like a sacrifice.” His breath was warm against my ear and my skin broke out in gooseflesh. “They’re all watching me touch you, wishing they were the one with their fingers buried in your pussy. When they’re in bed tonight, I bet they’ll dream about having their dicks in you, fucking you while you’re tied like this. One of them already has his cock out. He’s stroking it.”

I moaned at the thought. Would it be Jeff? I doubted it. That left the stranger and the man with the familiar voice I couldn’t place.

He slapped my ass. “I can smell you, Abigail. That makes you horny, doesn’t it? Knowing he wants to fuck you? That they all want to take turns fucking you?”

It did. God help me, it did.

“They all know, though, that only one cock is allowed that privilege.” He pushed his jean-clad erection against my ass. “But to help them get a feel for how it would be, I might bend you over the arm of a chair and let them watch while I fuck you senseless.” He began rocking his hips. “You’ll be in the perfect position for them to see my cock slowly push inside your pussy. Buried so damn deep inside you. Then I’ll pull almost all the way out and plunge back inside again.”

His fingers had been sliding in and out of me while he talked, but right as I neared my climax, he pulled away.

“No release yet,” he said. “First you have to take the flogging I’m going to give you.”

Something light and airy brushed across my thighs. Rabbit fur. I sighed and relaxed in my bonds. This was what I loved. Nathaniel commanding me as my unyielding Master. Allowing me to hold nothing back, but to give him my all and knowing as I did, that he would give me the same.

He spent a long time working my body with the light flogger, a sign I took to mean that he planned to use heavier ones for quite some time. I’d grown accustomed to the breezy feel of the fur when a harder thud hit my backside. Then there were two, two floggers striking me over and over as his fingers caressed me, transforming the pain into intense pleasure. I was free.

“How are you doing?” Nathaniel asked in a whisper.

“Green,” I managed to get out. “Green, Master. Don’t. Stop.”

He chuckled. “A little more then.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” I replied, but wasn’t sure he heard.

The flogger tails landed faster and harder and carried me along on a pleasure-filled high unlike any I could remember experiencing before. And he was with me the entire time, his strength supporting me, his adoration protecting me.

“Beautiful,” an unknown voice said.

“Amazing,” said another.

“Stunning,” said a third.

But it was the voice I loved that I listened for and finally heard.

“Mine.”

I could tell the minute he started bringing me down, carrying me slowly off the mountain peak I’d been on. And though I wanted to protest, I forced myself to remember that he knew best and that I had to trust him. I doubted our afternoon was over. Something told me he wouldn’t be going without his own climax today.

“Are you with me?” Nathaniel asked.

“Yes, Master.” I was still highly aroused, but the floaty feeling I’d had while he flogged me was wearing off.

He bent down to unbuckle my ankles from the spreader bar, massaging my legs as he did. Then he released my arms from whatever they were attached to, but left them tied together in front of me.

“I’m going to take you to the couch,” he said, gently rubbing my shoulders. “Are you able to walk?”

I stretched each leg. “Yes, Master.”