9 comments/ 23044 views/ 11 favorites Ethan's Grace - Exhibitionist Scene By: D_Lynn Author's Note: This story was originally submitted in the Chain Stories category as part of the FAWC experience. I'm resubmitting it in the proper category so that readers following this couple can locate it. This is the continuing story of Ethan and Grace. While it is not necessary to read any other story before reading this one, if you would like more background on these characters including how their love affair started, check out the "Amazing Grace" series, or any of the other "Ethan's Grace" stories posted in BDSM and Anal. Exploring Exhibitionism I spotted Grace chewing her cuticle out of the corner of my eye. She was starting to get on my nerves. I'd just about had enough of her impatient sighs and annoying pacing. I lowered the iPad to my lap and turned my head to face her. She immediately got defensive. "What?" My lips tightened to a thin line on my face. I didn't appreciate her tone. "Go lay down on the bed and wait for me." Grace huffed and planted her feet in place. "I'm not playing, Grace. Now." She made a bratty face and then marched to the bedroom like a petulant two-year-old. I had to stifle a laugh. Even when she was getting on my nerves, she was still kind of cute. That's probably how all newlyweds feel, though. I was still having trouble coming to grips with the fact that we were married. It wasn't the short amount of time we'd been together that made me feel that way. Hell, I'd asked her to marry me, so I'd already gotten over that part. It was our spontaneous decision to just do it while we were in Vegas for John and Melissa's wedding. It started out as just a half-joking remark by John. But it made so much sense, it was hard not to take it seriously. Before we knew it, we'd said the vows and signed the paperwork. It was just that quick. It made me think that if it was that easy and quick to do that maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. Grace's parents begged to differ, though. Grace wouldn't repeat the exact lecture she'd received from her mother when she told them the news. They didn't even know we were dating. And Grace's late husband hadn't been gone all that long. I can't blame them, really. They were shocked. Wait until they actually meet me. It'll be impossible to hide these tattoos in the summer. Not that I'd try, anyway. Fuck 'em if they're that short-sighted. I set the iPad down on the coffee table and strolled to the closet to retrieve my dungeon bag and carry it to the bed. Grace's jaw dropped when she saw me approaching with it. "I didn't say anything." I tilted my head in warning. Her tone was bordering on disrespectful. She really needed to learn to watch her mouth when she was nervous about something. "Wrists." Grace rolled her eyes and presented her wrists for me to cuff them. "Since you're hell-bent on being a brat, you can spend this time in a ball gag, too. And by all means, keep rolling those eyes." I fastened her wrists to the headboard and her ankles to the frame. Then I fetched a petite ball gag and buckled it in place. Standing back to admire my handiwork, I realized that my dick was getting hard. She was fully dressed and I still got hard binding her to the bed. "I told you I was a slow reader. Now let me finish your book in peace." I chuckled, and added, "Not that you have any choice in the matter now." I strolled back to the living room and lifted the iPad to continue reading. It was a good read. Grace had done a good job with the characters, and the BDSM elements had more teeth to them than her previous "sugar kink" novels. I attributed that to the fact that she was accumulating scores of experience now that she was married to a Dom. I'd been exposing her to different things through role play, but generally staying on the tamer side of BDSM. I wasn't in a hurry to push her. We literally had the rest of our lives to explore our kinks. But while reading her latest work, a realization popped right off the page and slapped me in the face. She hadn't been real honest about her limits. I don't think she lied on purpose. Like any newbie, she had no clue what she could handle, and what she couldn't. She could hardly articulate her particular kinks. As I read along, though, it was apparent to me that she was definitely into exhibitionism. Whether she was willing to admit it, or not. She couldn't possibly fold in that much emotion if she wasn't into it, and had already taken mental steps toward doing it, on some level. I finished her draft and set the iPad down on the sofa next to me. I liked it. I'd always known she was very talented. And now she's your wife. It was really time to celebrate. She'd been working on it for months. Although, she didn't really start to make progress until I forced writing into her routine. God, remember how much she resisted that at first? We'd had a few words over it, then a nice cropping. She began to see the importance of doing it after that. It wasn't like I was this total control freak boyfriend or anything. I didn't make her wait on me, or do chores, or anything like that. She wasn't my slave. This was something I did for her. I wanted her to know that her writing, which was something she did completely independent of me, was just as important to me as it was to her. If I wouldn't have made her sit down and do it at scheduled times, she would've blown it off to be with me. And sooner or later, she would've quit, altogether. Writing gave her strength. It was what kept her afloat after her husband died and she discovered he'd cheated on her. It was her lifeline. She would've grown to resent me for taking her away from it. Maybe not right away, but eventually. I couldn't have that. So I became a real hard-ass about her writing schedule. Somewhere along the line she started to see the benefit in it, like she does most things. It would be fitting to make this celebration specific to her finished product. I started forming the plan in my mind as I was tugging my phone from my jean pocket. I searched for the number, and then dialed. "Ello?" "Julian, it's E." "Hey, whassup?" "When is your next dungeon-opening shift?" "Tonight. Why? You need some private time?" "Yeah, well, sort of." "I'm gonna be heading over there in about an hour. You'll have about 45 minutes before people start showing up to work. That enough time?" "Yeah, plenty. Listen, I need a small favor from you, too..." *** Grace It took me awhile to settle down. Ethan was being unreasonable. No, Grace. Unfair. Not, really. A complete asshole. Not even close. Ever since the wedding, my snarky inner voice had totally crossed over to being on his side. I used to be able to count on that voice to really rip apart whoever I was mad at. But not Ethan. Nooooo, she loved Ethan now. Always defending him and pointing out what a bitch I was all the time. How lucky I was to have him. Snarky bitch. I should've smothered you with a pillow years ago. The thing about being bound and gagged is that it has this way of adjusting your attitude. Ethan knows that, of course. I think that's the most annoying part of being the submissive. Even when you know you're being manipulated, it still works. I was still learning how to let go. Being submissive wasn't something that you just decided to do one day. It was a process, I was discovering. I was somewhere in that learning curve. Luckily, I had Ethan to guide me. I heard the timbre of his male voice through the wall. Who is he talking to? I strained to make out his words. The straps of the ball gag held my hair in place over my ears. There was no way to hear what he was saying so I just gave up on it. How much longer? He is a God-awful slow reader. Why couldn't he have at least told me whether or not he was liking it so far? Would that be so hard? It occurred to me that I'd never sought anyone's approval for my work before. I just wrote for me. It was important to me that Ethan liked it, though. More than important...necessary. I needed him to be proud of me. It was something I never had in my first marriage. And something I'd sworn never to allow happen to me again. It would be better to be alone than be with someone who was ashamed to be with me. Being with Ethan had taught me that. Ethan approached me at a rapid pace. I crinkled my brow to show him I was concerned. "We're going to have to hurry, baby. We're meeting Julian at the dungeon in an hour. We won't have much time before people start showing up." I tried to speak through the ball gag, "The dungeon?" But my words were unintelligible. "I'm going to pick out what I want you to wear. We're not going to discuss the scene in advance. It starts when we walk out the front door. I want you to just trust me on this. Okay?" I nodded. "Good girl. Now, I'm going to release your gag, but no questions. And for this scene, your safeword will only buy you a timeout. We will finish the scene regardless of how long it takes. It's important for you to remember that we don't have much time alone in the dungeon." Ethan unsnapped the ball gag and tossed it in the bathroom sink on his way to the closet. I heard him rifling through hanging clothes for a few moments, cussing about the size of the closet. It was clear that his house was a snug fit for the both of us. We'd already started casually browsing the local real estate listings for bigger houses. Mine had sold fairly quickly, which was evidence of a strengthening real estate market. It was probably a good time to consider a move. Especially since Ethan had already expressed his desire to start a family. We had plenty of time for that, though. In the meantime, he was settling for role playing scenes to satisfy his newfound impregnation fetish. I enjoyed those scenes more than any of the others because they pushed Ethan's control to the limit. It felt like we were always working on pushing my limits. As I listened to his rifling, I wondered which one of my borders was about to be attacked. I could hardly contain the mounting excitement between my thighs. *** Ethan I finally found the skirt and blouse I was looking for. I needed to put her in something that could easily be hiked up or opened to expose her. She is really going to resist this. Grace had previously told me that she couldn't handle having an orgasm in front of other people. At the time it wasn't something I was keen to do with her, either. Things change, though. People change. Boundaries shift. My hard dick was telling me that this was something that both of us needed at this point in our relationship. Especially after reading Grace's book. It was practically a confession of her most secret desires. Somewhat of an odd way to celebrate her finishing the novel, it was the most valuable gift I could possibly give her. Every time I pushed a boundary of hers, she inched closer to being free. No special dinner or meaningless trinket could come close to that. I set the skirt and blouse on the bed and worked on releasing Grace. Having her spend this quiet time was going to work in my favor. Her mind would already be in the right space to accept my direction. "Two items of clothing only. No panties or bra. Slip into the highest-heeled pair of black shoes that you own. You won't have to do much walking. No dawdling, Grace. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." Oh, good girl. I liked how she was starting to change protocol without me having to prompt her. She was coming to know by the tone in my voice what I was expecting. We were already establishing a gratifying D/s connection that was working for both of us. It wasn't perfect. We both had demons that reared their ugly heads from time to time, but we were dealing with those one at a time. I packed the necessary restraints in my dungeon bag as Grace was dressing. I watched her out of the corner of my eye to make sure she was obeying my orders. We didn't have time to add a punishment and it would change the whole mood of the scene. It dawned on me that I needed to clear her mind of one other thing before we proceeded. I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, dropping the dungeon bag near my feet so I wouldn't forget it. I knew Grace wouldn't be much longer. Thinking through what I had planned for the next couple of hours forced me to adjust my jeans to accommodate my growing cock. A few minutes later, Grace teetered into the room on her stilts wearing a short, loose-fitting skirt, and a spandex top that crossed in the front. Her nipples were pebbles through the thin material. She was utterly fuck-able. I motioned for her to come to me, and parting my thighs, directed her to kneel between my feet. "I want to say something before we get started. I finished reading your novel. I really liked it. I think it's your best work so far. I'm very proud of you, baby. We don't have time right now to talk through the details of what I liked about it, but we will do that tonight. I promise. I just didn't want you to be thinking about that during our scene. Okay?" Grace nodded. Her lip was quivering, and pink blotches were starting to bloom around her face. She must've been really worried about my reaction. It was a good decision to get this out before we got started. There would've been no way she could give me the kind of focus I was going to ask for from her with that unfinished business. "Are you ready to set that aside for now?" Grace sniffled and swallowed, then nodded her head. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready." "Good. Because what I have planned isn't going to be easy for you. You're going to resist it at first. The longer you resist, the harder it is going to be for you to complete the tasks." I didn't want to say much more than that. Grace's mind was her worst enemy. The more she tried to reason through a scene, the harder it was for her to let go. I needed to awaken the reactive side of her brain, and get her focused on getting off. "Stand up for me and let me see you in this outfit." Grace pushed herself up off her knees and stood before me. I ran my hands up her bare legs and beneath her skirt to check that she was pantiless. "Does it make you feel slutty to go without panties?" Grace nodded. I stood up and slid my hands beneath her skirt to squeeze her bare bottom and pull her pelvis against mine. "Good. You're my little slut, and mine alone." I slipped my hand between us and up to her bare pussy. "No one is ever going to touch this cunt again except me. Right, baby?" Grace frowned for a second. I could tell she was trying to figure out where I was headed with my lines. She nodded. "Yes, Sir." I needed to reaffirm that boundary for her. I was about to step over one of her limits. It wasn't something I had dared to do before, mainly because I feared the effect it would have on her trust in me. I needed her to know that I would not step over another limit of hers during this scene. I would not consider offering her to another Dom. My fingertips lightly traced her smooth slit for a moment. Grace sighed and leaned into my shoulder in response. I love that sigh. "I want to take you out and show you off, my sexy slut." I patted her cunt once and then spun her toward the door, sweeping up my bag on the way. I made sure to stoke her fire again as she was buckling into the passenger side of my car. It was easy to do with such free access to her sex. It helped that she was getting hot anticipating our scene, too. I barely had to pet her pussy to get her to spread her thighs and start panting. Grace's book didn't have a dungeon or club scene in it, so I knew she wouldn't make the connection right away between what we were doing and her writing. Her story did include, however, a scene where the Dom demanded that his sub expose herself in both a car and in a restaurant. Then he brought her to climax in the restaurant in front of gawking guests. It was one hot scene in the book. And it was going to be even hotter when she experienced it for real. The drive to the dungeon took about 25 minutes in ordinary traffic. The majority of that was highway driving. My goal was to keep her teetering on the sweet edge of release for the entire drive. I needed to get her in her submissive frame of mind and stay there. I reversed out of the driveway and paused to tweak Grace's nipple before shifting the car into drive. "This is going to be a long drive for me with you looking like that." Grace smiled and dropped her chin demurely. "Oh, please. You can't even pretend to be shy with a pussy as wet as yours." Grace shifted in her seat. As embarrassing as the words sounded to her, they also made her hornier. That's my girl. I came to a stop at the entrance of the subdivision and reached over to run my hand up her bare thigh. "Open up for me, I want to feel." Grace parted her thighs and held her breath as my fingertips grazed her moist, pouty lips. Her eyes darted out the window to see if anyone noticed my arm stretched across the car. I'd passed up ample opportunities to pull out onto the busier street. "What do you think would happen if I just put the car in park and fingered you until you came right here?" Grace gasped and held her breath. She knew I wouldn't hesitate to do it. Unlike her, I didn't care what other people thought. Her eyes froze open wide as she was fighting the panic rising inside her. An impatient driver honked his horn behind us and I forced my finger through her folds into her slick opening. "I tell you what ... I'll pull out and start driving again if you hike that skirt up to your waist and keep your thighs parted so I have an unobstructed view of your pussy. Sound good?" Grace swallowed hard and nodded. She promptly yanked her skirt up to her waist and tucked the fabric into the waistband. I removed my finger and sat back in my seat to pull out onto the road. I had to deal with the other driver's road rage as he swerved around my car, but it was worth it. Grace had taken her first baby step. I rested my hand on her thigh and caressed her soft skin there to reassure her. This was a big step for someone who had been keeping up appearances her entire life. It was ingrained in her. And it was time for her to stop being a prisoner to it. "I really, really need to play with my slut's wet pussy. Reach down and pet those pouty lips for me, baby." Grace's hand tentatively made its way toward her lips. She used her palm to cover her mound as her fingers gently grazed her lips. "You're petting your pussy for me. Show me." Grace moved her palm to the side so I could see her fingers. I got a quick glance before merging onto the highway. Once I was cruising in the center lane, I turned my attention back to her. "Take off your blouse." Grace's head snapped toward me, she didn't even attempt to disguise her shocked expression. I think it was that moment that she realized that I was playing out scenes from her story. She hesitated a bit longer than I wanted. "Do I need to exit the highway?" I'd used my warning tone. It was all she needed. She shook her head and began to unfasten her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders but kept her arms in the sleeves. "All the way off. And just for that, throw it in the backseat." I could practically see the gears cranking in her busy head. She was working out in her mind what the next worse thing would be if she disobeyed. What was so great about that was that I always had the advantage. With years of experience on her, I had infinite ways to make tasks more difficult. I was going easy on her. I could easily bind her hands behind her back and force her thighs open with a spreader bar. My dungeon bag was within reach. Ethan's Grace - Exhibitionist Scene Rather than showing my cards up front this time, I decided to let her decide. At the root of it, she had two choices: submit to my commands, or commit the mistake. She decided to submit. Smart girl. "Go back to playing with your pussy." I reached over and tweaked her nipples to get them to stand out pink and pretty. I could see a truck with a lift kit approaching in my rearview mirror. There was surely some country boy driving it who was going to loudly appreciate my slut. I decided I better at least prepare her for what I expected from her. "You're about to have an admirer, my pretty slut." Grace shook her head and started to cover her chest. "Put your hands back down. I'll allow you to cover your pussy if you let him feast on your delectable tits with his eyes." "Ethan, I can't." "Yes you can. And it's 'Sir'." Grace's chest began heaving as the panic overtook her. But there was nowhere for her to run. Grace knew she was out of good options. I controlled the car, and the situation. "You need to just trust me, baby." Grace nodded and took a deep calming breath. She cupped her pussy with both hands and shut her eyes. I had to chuckle. If she couldn't watch this first time, I was okay with that. I was willing to bet she was going to hear this guy's appreciation, anyway. The rumble of his engine was hard to ignore. A glance in the mirror confirmed that the driver was of the demographic I was expecting. Twenty-something male wearing a camouflage Tractor Supply hat. Probably single. Most likely hadn't gotten laid all week. Perfect. I glanced over at Grace just as the truck was pulling up next to our car. Her nipples were barely dots on her chest and standing erect like perfect little soldiers. Regardless of what the rest of her body was doing, her nipples were broadcasting the fact that she was highly aroused. It was really hard for me to stay focused on the road. I caught the driver's initial reaction through my peripheral vision. A lot of movement followed by his window lowering. He had a buddy in the seat next to him who was leaning over the center console to see. They both started hooping and hollering like they'd won the lottery. Grace hid her face behind the seatbelt and kept her eyes shut. But I could've sworn she started arching her back a little more once she heard their appreciation. I was thankful they weren't overly vulgar in their remarks. It was a risk that had crossed my mind, pulling this stunt in front of an audience I couldn't possibly predict. They said things like, "Oh, baby, nice tits", and "Fuck, what a gorgeous body." I was surprised they didn't ask her to uncover her pussy, but I wasn't sure they could even see that far down into the car. It wasn't like I was able to test this scenario in advance. I waved to the truck as I maneuvered into the left lane, away from them. They called out their thanks and took the next exit. I wondered if they'd actually passed their exit to keep ogling. Men weren't above going out of their way for a look at some nice tits. "You can relax now. I want you to look down at your chest and tell me what you see." Grace shifted her head and dropped her chin. She sighed and shook her head. "I was scared, Sir." "Do your nipples always pucker like that when you're scared?" Grace shrugged one shoulder. She didn't want to admit the truth. "Why is it so hard for you to admit that it turned you on? Do you think I'm going to think less of you?" Grace shrugged again and then nodded weakly before turning away to look out the window. "Look at me, Grace." I waited for her to turn toward me before continuing. "I will never ask you to do something that is going to change my opinion of you if you enjoy it. I expected you to get aroused. I'm hard as hell right now." Grace let out a tiny gasp, her eyes darting to the crotch of my jeans and then back up to my face. "I liked showing off my gorgeous slut. Why shouldn't I? I'm proud that you're mine." I reached over and cupped her left breast, grazing my fingers over her hard nipple. Grace's eyelids half closed as she leaned into my touch and murmured. "You like being my slut, don't you, baby?" She nodded and smiled. "Yes, Sir." "Open your thighs for me." I ran my hand up her inner thigh and penetrated her pussy with my middle finger, obviously checking to see how wet she'd become. "Very nice, slut. You're good and wet for me." I fingered her for a few moments. Just long enough to get her hips bucking. We were approaching the exit and I wanted her body to be humming when we walked inside. Parking the car close to the entrance, I turned to Grace. "Go ahead and put your blouse back on, baby. And let your skirt down. I'll be around to open your door." I lifted my bag from the back seat and walked around the car to open her door and offer my hand. I wanted to make it clear to Grace that being my slut didn't mean I was going to treat her with less respect. I loved her. Adored her. She was my submissive and now my wife. And she was my slut. I wanted her to embrace all of that. After shutting the car door, I weaved my fingers into her hair and tilted her face up to mine to plant a hard, possessive kiss on her lips. Pressing her back against the car, I delved my tongue deep into her mouth as my hand snaked up her skirt to grab her bare ass. "I could fuck you right here and not give a shit who saw me doing it." Grace gasped and groaned. She was so needy by that point, she wanted me to do it. Another time, baby. Doing that to her at that point would only leave her feeling guilty, and would get her no closer to embracing this side of herself. I released her and stepped backward sending her teetering forward into my arms again. I steadied her and then guided her toward the door. Julian had left it unlocked for us. We stood in the entranceway for a couple of seconds allowing our eyes to adjust to the darkness. There were few windows to speak of in the place, and not many lamps until you got to the play area. The walls were painted black and covered with assorted medieval pictures and props. It created a particular mood that was suitable for most play activity. It wasn't the sort of mood I wanted for Grace at the moment, but it was the best I could come up with on short notice. This scene wasn't about the setting so much, anyway. I needed an audience, and a place where we wouldn't get arrested for lewd behavior. If Julian pulled through with the favor I asked, we were going to get both. *** Grace The dungeon has this very unique scent. A mild muskiness mixed with leather. I'd somehow come to associate the scent with sex. It didn't help that Ethan had gotten me so worked up at the car, I could hardly walk inside. My entire body was humming with need. My mind was complete mush. All I could focus on was gaining relief from the sexual tension that held me captive. Ethan led me through the lounge area and into the empty playroom. He called out to Julian to let him know we were there and I vaguely heard Julian's voice in return. He was evidently going to let us play alone, which suited me just fine after the ride there. I knew on some level that I sort of had a thing for exhibitionism. Not a huge thing. Ethan picked it up from my novel, obviously. I never had any intention of playing it out, though. It just seemed too...I don't know...slutty, I guess. What kind of girl gets off to guys ogling her breasts? But after Ethan talked to me about it afterward, I realized that I wasn't getting off to that, as much as I was reacting to the idea that Ethan was showing me off. For some reason, that vision sling-shotted me all the way to the edge of climax. And that's where my body had been teetering ever since. I was looking forward to my release. Ethan knew just how to work my body to get me there. He was the only person who could. Before meeting him, sex was something I engaged in to attract a husband. I'm not saying I gleaned no enjoyment from it. I did. After I was married, there was a certain amount of satisfaction in knowing I fulfilled my duties as a wife. Of course, that turned out to be a joke. On me. In the end, Robert just went out and found a woman who really enjoyed it. He needed more than obligatory sex. I totally get that now. And now look at you, Grace. What would Robert say if he saw you like this? I grinned as I pictured the look of utter shock that would be on his face. It somehow made me feel better about myself to know that all I needed was the right person ... the right Dom ... to unlock this side of me. "Do I even want to know why you're smiling like that?" I chuckled and shook my head. "A random thought. I'll tell you later." The best thing about being with Ethan was that we had no secrets. We'd dumped them all out on the table early on in our relationship. He knew practically every thought that popped into my head. I resisted opening up to him at first. I thought I'd lose something if I told him everything. I think I'd always thought of relationships as something of a poker game. You kept your cards close to your chest as you played your hand to increase your chances of beating the other person. Ethan taught me that beating the other person is not the same as winning, though. In order to win, we had to show our cards and play them out together. It'd been rough to do at times. There were some things from my past that I just didn't want to deal with. His past wasn't any better, either. Ethan led me up to a free-standing wooden post and positioned my back against it. The throbbing in my sex increased at the thought of being bound to it. Bondage was a particular game-changer for me. Nothing could get me hot, snap me out of a bad mood, or calm me down faster than being cuffed. Ethan opened his duffel and started pulling out items. The first ones were cuffs, followed by a retractable spreader bar. I started breathing a little easier when I didn't see any whipping implements. He attached cuffs to both my wrists and ankles. I automatically widened my stance for the spreader bar and this seemed to please him. He grinned up at me as he was kneeling to snap it in place. I lived for those moments when he let his emotions show. So much of our play involved him being in the lead and me following. He took that role very seriously, often masking his own feelings so I would focus on me instead of him. While I enjoyed that dynamic, I longed for the moments when it felt like we were just walking hand-in-hand and enjoying it together. Ethan clasped my wrists together behind my back around the pole. The best I could tell, I wasn't actually fastened to the pole, he was just using it to keep me in place. With my feet shoulder-width apart and held there by a bar, I was effectively bound in place. It always amazed me how he could do that with such minimal fuss. "I'm going to blindfold you at first. I want all your attention to be on what I'm doing to you." House music came over the speakers. Julian was obviously getting the place ready to be opened. Ethan bent down to retrieve a blindfold. He brushed the hair from my forehead and then carefully set the fabric over my eyes and tied it behind my head. "Is that okay, baby?" I nodded. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. At first I thought it was the bass of the music I was feeling reverberating through my bones, but my breathing was also starting to go shallow. "Breathe, baby. I'm not going to hurt my gorgeous slut." His voice was husky at my ear, filled with lust. It caused me to expel all the air in my lungs in a huff. All at once I was trembling with desire. I felt his hand snake into my blouse to palm my breast. The material stretched easily and the criss-cross design in front allowed for easy access. It wasn't the first time he'd taken advantage of it while I was wearing it. I knew it was why he chose that particular top. His hand cupped around my breast, sliding the fabric to the side until it was free. He repeated the same procedure on the other side. The stretchy material was now pulling tightly around my exposed globes. Ethan's knuckles flicked my nipples as he waved the backs of his hands over them. I could feel how hard they were, just from the resistance that was created from their protrusion. A moment later, liquid heat seemed to be flowing from those naughty points straight down to my swelling clit. My pelvis crunched and I clenched my butt muscles in response. "You like that, don't you my little slut?" I nodded and tried to slow down my breathing so I wasn't outright panting. It was no use. I was buzzing with wanton need. I felt a tickle on my inner thigh. A moment later it was evident that it was Ethan's hand moving up between my splayed legs. He cupped my pussy in his palm and then immediately slipped his finger past my folds. I recognized the gesture. He was checking to see how wet I was. It was something he liked to do during scenes and for some reason it always made my knees weak with desire. "You're even wetter than earlier, slut." Ethan added a second finger and thrust them both into my quivering opening several times, finger fucking me with jarring force. I stood on tiptoe and tried twisting away from his hand but couldn't. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, it was just that there was no way for me to get off to his fingers like that. All he was doing was getting my pussy hotter with no chance for release. It was maddening. My need to come was growing desperate. I gritted my teeth and hissed my frustration. I wanted to scream. Ethan removed his fingers. I could hear him chuckling softly. My display seemed to be amusing him. I felt a draft of cool air kissing my now moist inner thighs, and then Ethan was fiddling with the waistband of my skirt. I could tell he was no longer standing close to me by the coolness of the surrounding air. From a few feet away, Ethan spoke over the music. "I can see how wet your pussy is from here. Damn, it looks hot." I could just picture him standing and admiring my naked body from the edge of the stage. A fresh wave of arousal swept over me. I groaned and dropped my chin. "Please, Sir." "What was that, baby?" "Please..." "I want to hear you ask for it, slut." "Please make me come, Sir." "Are you sure that's what you want?" I swallowed hard and nodded. I wanted it more than my next breath. "Yes, Sir. I'm sure. I need to come." Ethan's hot breath was on my neck a few seconds later. "Oh, baby, I want you to come." His fingers moved over my slit and then slipped past my labia to graze my fully distended clit. I sucked in my breath and held it. "All you have to do for me, baby, is come. Can you do that?" I was confused. I didn't understand what he was saying to me. Of course I could come. It was what I was asking for. I was so close already, all I needed was a little help to get there. "Yes, Sir. I can come for you." Ethan began to move his finger in a circle over my clit. I felt his other hand untying the knot of the blindfold, but I could only focus on my center. I needed to come so desperately. The blindfold fell away and I blinked to get my eyes to focus. Then I was gazing into Ethan's intense green eyes. His finger pressed harder against my clit and he increased his pace. He moved toward my side and pressed his lips to my neck to kiss and bite me there. Movement across the room caught my attention and my eyes flew open to see what it was. I didn't recognize the first few faces my eyes were able to focus on. Then I spotted Julian. And another girl that I'd seen before at club meetings. I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. I searched my memory for my safeword, but my mind was completely blank. And then my body betrayed me in the cruelest way. All the needy sensations that had been buzzing around my entire frame for the previous hour collected and traveled to my clit in a heated rush. I was starting to climax. I shook my head and mewled, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. And probably the most infuriating part about it was the realization that it was the audience making me come as much as it was anything else. Ethan kept moving his fingers in a circle over my clit as I was losing myself in release, then at some point he slipped them inside me to draw it out even more. My knees buckled as I slipped into a second climax. "That's a good girl. Let it go, baby. It's what they came to see." His words only made my orgasm more powerful. My hips undulated on their own and my frame convulsed as each wave of pleasure washed over me. I was lost in the moment, focused only on the rapture of release. I floated there, suspended in space, for what felt like an eternity. Ethan's low voice brought me back to the dungeon. "You've made me so proud, Grace." I looked up into his green eyes and then at the group of voyeurs. A smile crept across my face as I turned back to Ethan. "I just came in front of all those people." The realization of it was actually oddly amusing to me. "Yes, my sweet slut. You did. It was a very impressive show. One that I'm sure they would like to see again sometime." Ethan pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressed his lips to mine for a sweet kiss. "What do you think? Think you can handle playing in front of an entire room full of people?" "Is that something you want to do? I thought you didn't like that sort of thing." "I didn't, before now. But that's the best thing about being a couple. We can do whatever we want. We're free to define and redefine our boundaries the way we see fit." "I don't want you to do this just because..." Ethan's fingers stilled my lips in mid sentence. "Shhhhh. I'm not. I want it just as much as you do. Maybe even more, now that I've seen you like this." He smiled and untucked the hem of my skirt from the waistband. Then he tucked my breasts back in my spandex top. He knelt down and unclasped my ankles from the spreader bar, tossing both the bar and the cuffs into his bag. At last, Ethan unclasped my wrists. His arms were wrapped around me before I even realized I was free. After a few minutes of him just silently holding me, he whispered in my ear. "Are you ready to head out?" I sighed and nodded. "Good. Because you're not going to walk right for a week after this." "You have plans for me when we get home?" Ethan chuckled. "Who said anything about going home?"