"I'm having friends over tonight, little one." He'd whispered in my ear this morning when I was lying in bed before he left for work. "And you're going to be a good little host for them." His words had little meaning to me in my half-awake state. Mostly I'd remembered the rumbly sound of his baritone in my ear and the warm scent of his cologne. The soft kiss he'd left on my forehead before leaving.
Now my body is trembling as the full meaning of his words come to fruition. All night it's been relatively normal. Far more normal than most our nights go. Dinner and drinks fraught with casual conversation and light joking. Fully clothed.
He grabs me around the waist tugging me into his lap while I attempt to clean up the last of the dinner plates. "Leave the dishes in the sink for tomorrow and meet us in the living room." His breath is hot as he whispers low in my ear and my stomach flutters. With a soft squeeze to my side, he pushes me back up turns back to his guests. "I installed a new addition in our entertainment system, you guys should see it." I catch the gleam in his eyes and it's not from the dim lighting in the dining room. Because he did install a new stereo system last weekend, but I know that's not what he's talking about.
A round of chuckles echoes behind the group as our guests follow him into the living room. Tonight, it's a collection of co-workers and long-time friends of his. It's a mixed group; two lawyers from his firm, the editor-in-chief of major local magazine, and a photographer. One is even a bonified architect. A profession I thought only existed in Rom Coms.
My body is trembling as I lay the plates in the sink and wipe my hands off on the kitchen towel. More out of anticipation than nerves. The only thing on my mind is his word from the beginning of the night when I asked what we were serving for dessert. He grinned because I couldn't have set it up better if it were scripted and whispered "you."
Thinking about my fate awaiting me in the living room sends another shiver down my back but a flutter in my cunt. He's successfully pealed back all my layers to one by one reveal my buried desires. Submission. Bondage. Denial. Pain. Now is the culmination of it all and the cherry on top. Exhibition.
Fearing what he might do should I make them wait too long I scurry into the living room only to stop dead in the open archway, eyes wide. A new addition indeed. Sitting in the middle of the room is the rectangular, metal frame that usually hides away in our playroom upstairs. It looks ten times more daunting constructed casually in our living room for all to see with the cuffs already attached and hanging there.
My eyes drift to the coffee table that's been pushed aside. He's been in our toy chest. Rather he's brought the whole box down and left it waiting there. Taunting me with all the possibilities inside and kick starting the burning ache in my cunt.
He gets up from his chair and smiles at me. It's not his soft, loving smile. It's Sir's devious grin that promises torturous and utterly debauched release. Without uttering a word, he holds out his hand. A silent gesture for me to enter.
Tucking my chin, I quickly move to stand facing him trying to ignore the leering stares of his friends. The jovial atmosphere from earlier in the night is gone, replaced by a heavy lust as they eye my still clothed body. I know I won't be for long.
To my surprise Sir doesn't immediately order me to strip. Instead, he leads me to the frame and spins me around to face the audience. I keep my gaze slightly downcast as he moves in front of me. He slips a hand under my short black pencil skirt and tugs down my right stocking. Having me lift my foot from my stiletto so he can remove it then sliding my foot back in the shoe and repeating with the left. It's all he removes before he begins binding me.
When he's done, I'm left standing spread in a wide X with my arms cuffed tight above my head and my legs spread wide. He adds a two-and-a-half-foot spreader bar between my ankles and I'm barely able to move save for my hips. Sir hums as he appraises me before kissing me, hard. His mouth claims mine forcing his tongue in and tugging my lower lip between his teeth. My brain is already submitting control to him as I enjoy the lingering hint of wine on his tongue.
When he finally pulls away, I'm panting. My arousal spiking as the fog slowly recedes again. He takes advantage to shove a ball gag into my open mouth and tighten it behind my head. I've forgotten we even have an audience until one of them whistles. Just thinking about them watching him ravish my mouth is enough to remind me what's happening, and I realize I'm already getting wet. A tingle between my legs but I can't even rub my thighs together to get rid of it.
That grin is back as Sir steps away revealing me to his friends again. "Alright boys. What do you wanna see first?" He pulls his knife out of his back pocket and flips it open. My gaze zeroing in on the sharp blade as I try to move, instinct telling me to get away, but I can only writhe in my bonds.
One of his co-workers I know, Jeff, replies. "Show us her tits." Jeff sounds so casual as he says it sipping on his whiskey.
Sir trails the tip of the blade up and down the front of my blouse. Teasing me as I crane my neck to eye the sharp point. In a fluid motion he slices it up the front leaving the marron satin hanging open off my shoulders revealing the sheer pink lace bra he told me to wear. The cool air brushes over my exposed skin and my nipples harden. God, being at his mercy is intoxicating but dammit I liked that shirt. I try to say as much but the words are incoherent grunts around the gag that go completely ignored.
"All the way man, come on." The architect jeers. They're all watching with hungry eyes. Hands clenching tighter around their glasses and the tell-tale tenting in their trousers as they stare.
Sir grasps the shreds of my shirt ripping it away and tossing it aside before slicing the straps off my bra. It sags lower but doesn't fall until he dips the knife along my cleavage. The cool metal sending a shiver down my spine as it slides across my skin then cuts. The pink lace drops to the floor baring my breasts to the room. My nipples perk up at the attention as seven pairs of eyes lock onto my tits.
There not overly large but still hold up well on their own. Perky and plump. I've never had so many people stare at my bare chest at once and the urge to cover myself in shame is losing out to the heat growing between my legs. I hate this yet I'm craving more. My pussy fluttering around nothing as I moan behind the gag.
"They look like they got some bounce in 'em." Another audience member comments, licking his lips. Probably imagining sucking a nipple in his mouth. I arch my back slightly trying to thrust my chest out at the thought.
