I heard a zipper being unzipped in front of me. Even though I knew it wouldn’t be anyone else, the thought crossed my mind it could be.

“I’m taking my cock out, Abigail.”

I opened my mouth, ready to have him inside me and eager to please him.

“Not today. That mouth doesn’t deserve my cock in it. Your pussy doesn’t either.”

I closed my mouth and blinked back tears under the blindfold.

“Straighten your spine and lace your hands behind your back. Keep your head up.”

Doing so pushed my chest forward. Obviously his intention.

“What do you think, gentlemen?” he asked. “Have you ever seen anything hotter than a submissive bowing before her Master’s cock?”

“Mark her tits,” S said and the other men cheered.

“I’m stroking my cock, Abigail,” Nathaniel said. “It’s getting so hard. Just think, if you had behaved, I wouldn’t have to use my hands. I’d be pumping my dick in and out of you. Fucking you nice and hard, just the way we both like.” He groaned. “I’m stroking it faster. Faster.”

I loved the sight of him masturbating and he wasn’t even going to let me enjoy that. I listened as hard as I could, taking in his breathing as it grew shorter and shorter. I imagined his hands working his erection while listening to the sounds of flesh against flesh.

“They’re all watching,” he panted out. “Looking at you kneeling on the floor, ready to take my release.” He groaned again. “Are you bored now? Think your readers want to hear about you with your breasts pushed out, silently begging for your Master to mark them? I marked them earlier with the crop. Now I’m going to mark them with my release.”

I held as still as possible. I couldn’t see anything, but I could picture it vividly in my head. I grew wet between my thighs, but I did my best to ignore it.

This isn’t about me. This isn’t about me. I am here for my Master and I take pleasure only if he allows.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “Here it comes. All over those gorgeous tits.”

I didn’t move as he released on me. I only wished I wasn’t blindfolded so I could see. This wasn’t something he did often, but I always got a secret thrill out of it when he did. It felt so primitive. So raw. I loved the feel of his pleasure on me.

“So damn hot,” he said. “On your knees. Wearing my collar. Decorated with my release.”

He zipped himself back up and there was rustling around me as the other men started to chat among themselves.

Nathaniel stroked my head. “Stay where you are.”

It wasn’t the same as acting like a table. Instead I felt sort of like a statue. Unmoving. In place for the amusement of others. After Nathaniel’s commentary on my thoughts while on the couch, I revised my thinking while I knelt on the floor.

I wasn’t just a statue. I was Nathaniel’s statue and I was an object of desire. Especially when I was marked by him the way I was. I held still while the men did whatever it was they were doing. I steered my focus away from my knees when they began to ache and focused on being and doing what Nathaniel wanted.

“I have to leave now, Pretty Abby,” the unknown man with the smooth voice said. “But thanks to this afternoon, you’ll be joining me in my fantasies tonight.”

He didn’t touch me, but his words washed over me like a sensual caress. I bet he could drive submissives wild with that seductive voice. It hit me then. I had no idea what he looked like.

“Thank you, Nathaniel,” he said. “I’ll confirm everything tomorrow with my admin, but it all looks good from my end.”

“Thank you, DeVaan,” Nathaniel replied and I heard the two walk to the door.

That left the other two men still in the room. The familiar one and Jeff.

They both walked up behind me at the same time.

“A pleasure as always,” the familiar one said. “Though a bit different than last time.”

It took me only a few seconds to place the voice as being Simon’s. The first thought that entered my head was, “What was he doing in Delaware?” That was quickly followed by my surprise at not recognizing him immediately. I wondered what he thought about taking part in the fantasy I had talked about at lunch a few months ago.

“Why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom,” Nathaniel said as soon as everyone had left.

That sounded like a wonderful idea, so I took my time with my shower and blowing my hair dry. While I’d been bathing, he’d hung a white fluffy robe on the door hook. I slipped it on, sighing at its softness.