The Exhibitionist (The Submissive #6) Read Online Free PDF Page B

you not told me you trust my choice of employee and you trust me enough to know I would never break my vows to you?”
    My stomach sank as I picked up on where he was going. “Yes, Master. I’ve said that.”
    “In fact, you’ve said that repeatedly. Correct?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “
That
is why I thought you might have a different response.”
    He was right, I’d told him that several times. But saying it was different from living it. “I’m sorry, Master.”
    He was silent for several seconds. “I’m not sure what it’s going to take in order for you to understand that Charlene is not a threat to us. What is a threat is this jealousy that is completely unfounded. It makes you seem petty, and you’re not a petty person.”
    He hadn’t asked a question, so I didn’t speak. I almost apologized again but changed my mind. He didn’t seem to be in a mood for multiple apologies.
    “I’m not sure what your writing schedule looks like tomorrow, but I want you to take time to write out ten things you can do to overcome your issues with Charlene.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Then you are to draft a schedule for implementing them. We will discuss both on Tuesday.” I nodded.
    “That’s tomorrow, though,” he said. “For tonight, I want you in the playroom in five minutes.”
    He left the bedroom. Probably to prepare for whatever it was he had in mind. I wasn’t sure if he’d had a scene planned before my outburst about Charlene or not. If he had, I was willing to bet it’d changed.
    I undressed quickly and walked to the playroom. Nathaniel was there already, his back to me as he worked with something in a far cabinet. I closed and locked the door behind me, shooting a quick glance to a nearby shelf where the steady green lights of the child monitors ensured that we’d hear either child if one needed us. Elizabeth was four and typically slept through the night, but almost-two-year-old Henry had a history of ear infections and never slept well.
    Nathaniel hadn’t moved and didn’t say anything, so I made my way to the middle of the room and knelt. I looked down at the floor and fell almost immediately into my yoga breathing. I breathed in the calm of the playroom and exhaled the stress of my jealousy.
    He didn’t come to me immediately, perhaps allowing me time to get in my headspace. When he did walk toward me, I heard him place several things behind me.
    “This is not a discipline session; it’s a lesson in trust,” he said. “However, because it’s a lesson and not a play scene, you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
Damn it.
    “I’m also going to film our session,” he said. “Stand for me, Abigail.”
    He’d recently installed a video camera in the playroom and occasionally filmed our time together. It added another layer of excitement for me. I hurried to my feet and he took down the chains above my head and buckled my wrists into the cuffs. He walked to stand in front of me.
    “This is going to be intense.” He reached above my head and wrapped my fingers around a bell. “Drop it to safe word.”
    My heart pounded. There was only one reason he’d give me a bell to stop the scene. My suspicion was confirmed when he took a ball gag out of his pocket.
Holy hell.
It’d been a long time since we used a gag. Even though he told me I wouldn’t be coming, arousal warmed low in my belly.
    “Open,” he said, and slid the gag into place.
    Next he withdrew a blindfold and covered my eyes. I thought he’d start the scene, but instead he brushed my hair back and pulled it into a low ponytail.
    “I’ve taken away your sight, and your ability to talk and move. Now I’m going to take your hearing. You will be totally and completely at both my mercy and disposal. Nod if you understand.”
    I normally loved this type of scene, but normally I was given permission to orgasm. I wasn’t nearly as excited as I typically would be. I nodded.
    “You have the bell to drop if this