Page 97 of His to Teach
And I fucking love it.
“You look gorgeous,” he tells me. “I am very proud to show you off.” A thrill of pleasure begins in my toes, radiating upwards. I want, more than anything, to make him proud.
There’s a rustling noise in front of me, a hushed whisper or two. If I strain hard enough, I think I can hear the click of heels approaching. We’re no longer alone.
I struggle to control my breathing, not wanting the visitors to see how nervous I am. The footsteps have stopped now, and I have a sense of someone standing close, though I can see nothing through my blindfold.
“Well done, Nathan,” says a familiar voice. Philip. “She looks perfect. You’ve done a fine job with her training.”
I feel a rush of pride mixed with desire. Nate had wanted to start the evening this way and I know why. That very first night we’d been together, he’d brought me to this same room and turned me into a voyeur. Now we’ve come full circle, our relationship and my experience in the lifestyle developing to the point where I am now the one other couples might watch.
As soon as Nate suggested it, I’d felt a rush of intense desire. I wanted to be seen this way. Wanted him to show me off. Wanted to know that other people were looking and getting turned on,the same way I had felt that first night. It was the perfect way to prove how far I’ve come with Nate.
Somehow, the reality of it feels even hotter than I imagined. For the next ten or so minutes, I can make out the faint sounds of people walking by. Some stop, observing me. Others speak to Nate, who remains nearby. Some stay and watch, the sound of their breathing alerting me to their presence.
“What beautiful tits this one has,” a lazy female voice purrs.
“Yes, mistress,” replies her male companion.
“Perhaps Nate will allow us to use her later,” the female continues. “I wouldn’t mind watching you fuck her.”
My face floods with color at her words, but I remain silent, as Nate had instructed. The thought of him letting someone else use me…I know he would never do it without discussing it first. What I’m not so sure about is how I’ll respond. There’s a delicious kind of fear at the thought but it also turns my stomach, the idea of being with someone who isn’t Nate.
“A perfect ass,” another voice says, a male this time, from very close by. “I hope we get to see it turn red tonight.”
A low cry from another corner catches my attention. “Focus,” Nate says, and I jerk my head back into position, trying not to think about what might be happening nearby.
“Let’s start here,” another male voice says, a little to my left. “I’d like to have a nice view while we fuck.”
A sharp zap of desire shoots straight to my clit. Someone is going to have sex, right here in front of me.
“Put your hands above your head,” the man says and I hear the telltale sound of clicking metal—handcuffs. “I want you to watch the slut on display, slave,” he instructs. “Study her obedience, the way she’s helpless, waiting for her master. Keep your eyes on her while I fuck you.”
The woman lets out a low moan and it’s all I can do to stop myself from copying the noise as I imagine the unknown man entering her.
In this moment, I realize just how much I’m into voyeurism. I am completely turned on right now, knowing what the couple is doing, so close to me. Knowing that the woman’s eyes are on my naked body while her master fucks her. As the sounds of their sex becomes more pronounced—the flesh slapping together, his cock thrusting into her obvious wetness—my breathing gets shallow, entire body flushing with heat, chest heaving.
Mere feet away, the woman is moaning softly while her master grunts and groans. I hear other whispers around us, other people breathing heavily, and I know the couple before me has attracted a crowd. I wonder what position they’re in. Is she on top? Picturing it sends wave after wave of desire to my core. Can the people around my platform see my wetness in the dim light of the room?
The man lets out one last, loud groan, the woman gasping, and I know he’s coming. I wish I could see it, but there’s something so hot about witnessing it through sound alone.
“Did you like that, angel?” a voice whispers in my ear, and goosebumps erupt over my skin. Nate.
“Yes, sir,” I answered truthfully.
“You’ve done very well on display,” he murmurs. “You make me proud.”
“Thank you,” I reply, feeling the bliss that I only achieve when pleasing him.
“So many of my friends have seen you, naked and bound for me. They’ve seen how obedient you are.”
I can’t stop the shiver that runs over me. I had no idea this would turn me on so much. I’ll definitely be requesting that we do this again.
“You have your safe word,” he reminds me, voice low. It’s the only warning I get that he’s about to escalate things. Before I can do more than nod, something cold brushes against my left nipple. I gasp and jerk away slightly.
“Be still,” Nate barks, and I feel a stab of shame, hating that I needed correction in front of the crowd. I relax my muscles, allowing myself to still completely, my body a canvas upon which Nate can do what he pleases.
“Better,” he whispers.
