The answer is easy. “Scared.”
He searches my face again. “You don’t mind being watched, but you’re scared that I would listen to what Chris wanted instead of what I thought was best for you.”
The tears spill over my eyes as I nod, relief flooding cold and swift through my chest that he understood. He gathers me closer, pulling me against his chest even with my arms still bound. “Let me be very clear,” he says softly. “I take my responsibilities as a Dom very seriously, and my responsibility is only to you, not to giving my friends treats. And while I think that you might enjoy a little bit of exhibitionism, it wasn’t my plan for today.” There’s a kiss on my forehead.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he says. “I’m not going to force you to come, but until everyone leaves, I am going to display you.”
Matthew wipes away the remnants of the tears, and even though I don’t like the thought of being display, that terror that was constricting my chest is gone. “Display me.”
He helps me to my feet and pulls me over towards the door. “You didn’t mind being seen,” he says. “I felt you after I kissed you. You looked around and saw everyone watching, and you relaxed. So while everyone leaves,” he says, unhooking my cuffs from behind my back, “You get to be everyone’s goodbye treat. Looks only, no touching.”
He re-hooks my cuffs in front, and then to a chain that’s dangling from the ceiling. The chain retreats, pulling my arms upwards until they’re stretched and I’m on my toes. Matthew bends down brushing kisses across my skin as he moves my legs, wrapping them in cuffs that spread them open. I feel precarious and open, and somehow, strangely, totally safe. His words about being only responsible to me keep echoing around my head.
He steps behind me, and I feel the stays of the corset loosen. “Everyone will get to see how fucking sexy you are,” he says, lips against my skin. “And when they’re gone, we get to play.”
There’s a carnal darkness in his words that makes me shudder, and I want it. I want him to make me come. The corset keeps loosening and I take the deepest breaths I have in hours. He gets to the bottom, and it slips free, my nipples hardening suddenly in the cool air. The tiny vibrator starts again, softly. Almost barely there, but I can feel it.
Matthew steps in front of me with a wicked grin. “This isn’t enough to get you off, but I think it’s enough to keep your mind on what’s in store for you later.” And then he’s gone, circling the room and speaking softly to every couple who start wrapping up whatever their doing and heading out the door.
Nine
I don’t know what Matthew said to them, but one by one the people in the room leave, and as the pass, they look at me. I’m distracted by the quiet and insistent buzz in my panties, but everyone says something. Whether it’s a compliment on my body or on my service or an encouragement in my submission, but the time that Chris and Jenny are leaving, I’m flushed with all the praise as well as the slowly, slowly building pleasure at my core.
Chris stands back and let’s Jenny approach me. “I know you’re new to this,” she says, “but I wanted to tell you that you’re doing really well. And if you have anything you want to talk with another sub about, ask Master Matthew to give you our number. I’d be happy to talk with you.”
“Thank you,” I say, still glazed and breathless.
They leave, and I feel the sudden absence of people, and I feel Matthew’s focus snap to me. We’re alone. Really alone. And now he can do whatever he likes to me. Anxiety and anticipation mix in my stomach, and I look to find him near the windows, watching me.
“I’m deciding what I want to do with you,” he says, answering my unspoken question.
I’m suddenly acutely aware of my own near-nakedness, and how he’s staring at my breasts. The vibration in my thong intensifies and I gasp. “Now that everyone is gone, I plan on making you come,” he says. “A lot. And also keep you from coming. A lot.” The vibration keeps building as he walks toward me, slow and steady. “Eyes on me, Emma.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand reaches me first, stroking from my shoulder, down to my breast. I arch into his hand, further off balance, and the vibrations go up again. Both his hands are on my breasts now, rolling my nipples through his fingers. Again and again almost to the point of pain, but not quite. My brain is short-circuiting and I’m hyperventilating. My pussy is dripping with need. “Please. Please. Please.” The word is a chant and a prayer and the only word in my brain because I’ve been turned on for hours and this orgasm is the only thing I want right now.