EXPOSED

Bridget Evans had snapped a heel on her new Jimmy Choo’s. The zebra striped ankle boots with four inch heels now rested at the bottom of the green plastic trash container. Goosebumps littered her bare arms as her naked feet made contact with the Alabaster marble floor of the Nichols Art Gallery.

It was all her boyfriend Collin’s fault, she thought to herself, as she let her anger propel her across the museum’s exhibit floor.

She’d been worried about their relationship for quite some time but had tried to bury her anger and fear and growing frustration. She hoped that the situation would eventually resolve itself, but she’d come to the realization that if she left it to Collin, things would only get worse.

She loved Collin and nothing would ever change that. She’d known when she’d moved in with him that he could be self-absorbed. His ability to concentrate on a task until he’d mastered it was something she had admired at first. Now, she was just pissed off.

Coming to a halt in front of the life-size statue of Psyche and Eros, Bridget crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally accenting the swell of her breasts. She let her gaze wander over the two lovers forever locked in their intimate embrace. Eros stood naked and proud. Arms wrapped around the beautiful Psyche. A god that never failed to captivate and enflame her imagination.

With her eyes, she caressed the broad expanse of his chest. Her gaze touched on the muscles of the abs that rippled even in bronze, and traced the dip of his hips to an impressive groin. Naked, his cock hung thick between muscular thighs. Her eyes drifted shut, and her hand went to the top of her dress, her fingers brushing against the bare swatch of exposed skin. She imagined is was she with Eros. Her cries of passion as Eros caressed her body. Kissed her neck. Gently touched her breasts.

She couldn’t remember the last time Collin had run his fingers through her long blond hair, cupped her breasts, or slipped his hand between her legs. In the beginning, he’d been almost too aggressive. The thought of the way his strong hands used to explore her body sent a shiver through her.

Maybe it was another woman, she thought. Not that she had any proof, but his habitual lateness made her wonder if he wasn’t cheating on her.

Sometimes she wondered if she was the problem.

Last night, unable to sleep, she’d slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake Collin. Unable to help herself, she’d opened his laptop and snooped. She hoped she wouldn’t find anything. When she’d checked his web history, what she’d found caused her eyes to widen.

It was a porn site showing a tall woman dressed in crotchless panties wearing thigh high black leather stilettos, walking around a naked kneeling man. The woman sneered and kicked him from behind. As the camera followed her, it revealed the man’s long thick hard-on.

As she recalled the video, Bridget felt moisture dampen her thong. She wondered when she had become so desperate that the memory of a man’s erection made her wet, or a two thousand year old sculpture.

In the video, the woman had pressed her foot against the man’s balls making him wince. She’d reached down and slapped his balls, laughed as he moaned and reached down to wrap a hand around his cock. When she’d ordered him to remove his hand, Bridget noticed that his cock had only grown harder and thicker.

Bridget inhaled sharply. Maybe she really was the problem. Maybe what she’d seen on the video was what Collin really wanted.

Collin chose that moment to walk into the exhibit and guilt sliced through Bridget’s sexual fog. She had no reason to feel guilty. She winced. Nope. No reason for guilt. She looked at Collin, “I was almost ready to give up on you.”

“I was only a little late.”

What had happened to the man who she’d found so exciting? Now, he took her for granted and didn’t even call her when he was running late. She thought about her shoes laying in the trash can. Maybe it was time to take him down a peg. To show him who was really in charge. It would be good for him, and more importantly, it might improve their relationship.

She took a step forward planted a finger in the middle of his chest. “And you didn’t call because …”

“I didn’t know I needed to.”

Hands on her hips, she glared at him. “Don’t you love me enough to show up when you’re supposed to?”

“You know I do.”

A man who loved her would follow through on his promises. And he’d treat her like a princess. Not that she wanted to be put on a pedestal, but at least he would call when he knew he was going to be late. Or at least apologize. “Why are you always late?”

“I’m busy Bridget.”

“And that makes it okay to ignore me?” she asked, her voice rising. “Are you seeing someone else? Is that where you were?”

His gaze skimmed her outfit and the bare feet, and Bridget waited for him to ask where her shoes were. Instead, he reached out to take her hand. She moved her fingers away. When she didn’t close the gap between them any farther he said, “You know there isn’t.”

“Do I?”

“I love you. ”

“Do you really?” She asked. “I want you to show me. I dare you to show me.” She froze and waited. Everything except her eyes, they were like fire. She gave him a long, slow once-over before meeting his gaze again.

When he didn’t respond, she stepped forward and whispered in his ear.

His face turned crimson as he listened to her challenge. Bridget glanced around the room and then at the security camera. Hell yeah, she was sure. It was time for Collin to pay. Big time.

Collin hesitated, and Bridget stepped forward and kissed him. The kiss was a long slow deep kiss that promised more to come. She could taste the breath mints that he ate like candy.

She was determined to keep him totally focused on the passion between them. Because she was pretty sure if she stopped, he’d change his mind.

Her tongue danced soft and slow over his as she skimmed her hands down his back and then shifted so that her legs rested against his hips. With the very tips of her fingers, she traced a gentle path along his cock. Her fingers slowly sliding up and down its firm length, grasping the zipper and setting him free. Teasing. His fingers dug into her arms and his breathing quickened.

Bridget could feel his heartbeat beneath his shirt, fast and furious.

She shifted and took their kiss deeper. Their tongues dueled, each fighting for control. She challenged him, stirred up his passion.

“You told me you’d do anything,” she said and pulled back, unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it off his shoulders. She kissed his neck and then before he knew what was happening, he stood naked before her.

“I’ve decided to give you what you want. A perfect woman. A strong woman, one you’re going to learn to respect.”

Collin’s eyes flashed confusion and then briefly anger as she watched what she’d said finally register. He didn’t bother to deny it.

His confusion turned to lust as she moved in, pressing her body against him, teasing him, and he groaned. Her lips were within kissing distance of his. Her breasts, full and soft under the tight dress, skimmed, just barely, his chest.

“I know about the videos, Collin.” She said as she crossed her arms. “You forgot to delete the history on your laptop.”

His face turned crimson and he tried to cover himself as guilt took hold. Not that it was going to save him, hands fisted at her hips, Bridget sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as she waited for his response, wondering how he was going to explain or even if he’d try. All the times he’d made her wait came flashing back. Had it been some unconscious plea on his part to be disciplined? Had she been too forgiving of the excuses that he always seemed to have to explain his behavior?

Even now, she wondered if he truly understood how upset she felt. If discipline from a strong woman was what he desired, then she could be, and was determined to be, the woman to teach him. “I must say when I saw how much you wanted to be used by a strong woman I was surprised. And excited. It seems to me that I should give you what you want. You seem to want to be dominated by a woman?” Her voice dropped, “Used like the little bitch you are? Well today’s your lucky day. I own you now. Your cock is mine. Your entire body is mine. Now turn around and bend over, slave.”

Bridget watched the expressions chase across Collin’s face. Shock, then disbelief, quickly followed by lust. Then he shifted. His body weight, the tilt of his head and his expression. And he hung his head in acceptance.

Like a good slave.

She was determined to make him pay. To take advantage of all the sweet, pleasurable oblivion he could provide.

Obediently he turned and did as she asked, but his eyes didn’t leave Bridget. And she slapped him for that. Clearly, he wanted to be punished for disobeying. “Did I give you permission to look at me?” she asked as she slapped him again.

“No Bridget. I’m sorry.”

Bridget’s glare was lethal. “You’ve lost the privilege of using my name. You’ll address me as Mistress from now on. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

She smacked him across his ass, her hand stinging. “I understand – what?”

“I understand, Mistress.”

She placed her hand in the middle of his back, with just enough pressure to force him to bend over farther, and then unsnapped the leather strap from her purse.

Before Collin realized what was happening, Bridget raised her hand and swung the belt across his upturned ass. Collin drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out. She raised the belt again and delivered another stinging slap and he jerked at the contact, his cheeks crimson from the slim leather strap.

The sight of Collins naked ass excited her and reflexively she squeezed her thighs together.

Her hand came down again, striking him with controlled power over and over. Just enough to sting. The more the belt connected with his flesh, the hotter she became, setting the tiny nerves between her thighs aflame, driving her crazy.

Her hand slid between her thighs.

“Listen to me you pathetic little worm …”

“Yes Mistress. How may I please you?”

“You can please me by apologizing for the way you’ve treated me. You understand that if you don’t obey me completely, that if you don’t beg for forgiveness, that I’ll never reward you. I can be a very cruel Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take you for granted. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. And thank you for letting me be your slave. I’m not worthy.”

She knew the spanking was just as arousing to him. His cock, if possible, grew even thicker and rocking from foot to foot, he tried to ease the pain from his spanking. Without warning the belt smacked his ass again.

“Thank you Mistress.”

Bridget dragged in another breath. Thoroughly soaked now, she was burning with need. The power she felt combined with his helplessness magnifying every sensation she felt. She reached around him and stroked him once. Collin couldn’t hold back the low moan that pulsed from his throat, nor stop the automatic arching of his ass demanding more.

She set up a steady rhythm now. The more she struck, the more aroused she became, until she wasn’t sure she could hold off her climax another moment.

“Now turn around, get down on your knees and face me.”

Collin dropped to the floor and faced her. “Yes Mistress,” he said as he stared at her crotch, a hungry look on his face.

She looked down on him and smiled. His swollen cock stood at attention. “As admirable as it is that you’re hard after your whipping, I didn’t give you permission and I think I need to do something about that.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Now remove my panties.”

With a hungry look Collin lifted her dress. The touch of his fingers as he slowly worked the lace thong down her legs set her nerves on edge and she savored the feel of his hands.

“Now put them on,” she commanded.

Surprised, he stood and quickly wriggled into the black lace. The material strained as he pulled the thong over his engorged cock, and Bridget reached out and gently stroked him again, his face a mask of desire as he leaned into her hand.

She pulled her hand back and slapped his face forcefully, shaking her head no, and even though she didn’t think his cock could have grown anymore, she was surprised to find it’s tip peeking out.

“What did I just tell you, slave?”

She motioned him closer and grasped his balls.

“Now before I give you permission to please me I’m going to make sure your cock behaves for me, and only me.” She squeezed his balls until he became limp, relishing the pain that crossed his face. “From now on you’re not allowed to get hard without my permission. And today your training starts. Now get down and stick your tongue out like a good little slut.”

He dropped to his knees and eagerly obeyed her command.

“Don’t do a single thing unless I tell you. Slaves don’t think. They listen. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now begin.”

Collin knew what she liked and how to please her, and despite the long dry spell it appeared that he hadn’t forgotten. His tongue was gentle as he licked her and probed her clit. She reached down and grasped the sides of his head, guiding him.

“That’s a good little slut. You might just escape your punishment tonight. Now begin again.”

She was hot, wet, and on fire. Gasping at the pleasure his tongue brought. Her fingers coiled in his hair, pulling him even closer as his tongue slid deep into her. Probing. Swirling. And she tried to clamp down on it when he started to pull back.

Collin, hers to command, controlled her entire body with the tip of tongue. On his knees, her reactions were his to control. His to pleasure.

And when he pulled back to catch his breath, she yanked his head back.

She pressed herself tighter against him, her hips rocking, and with renewed vigor he went back to work and she felt her climax build.

Her breath came in short sharp gasps, and she was completely focused on the moment. Focused on the out of this world feeling she was experiencing. Oblivious to her surroundings. To the camera’s in the exhibit.

This public place combined with Collins actions, her sense of power, created a level of pleasure she’d never felt before. She’d never been turned on by the idea of public sex, of a public orgasm. But now …

Oh. Now.

She moaned, her breathing faster as Collins tongue worked magic. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Her heart raced. Her world shrank to just the man kneeling in front of her. The man completely focused on just one thing.

Pleasuring her.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Every single sensation she felt was centered between her legs and Collins mouth.

He plunged his tongue back inside her and she went over. Her body shaking as she climaxed again and again.

As she regained control of her body, her breathing slowed and Collin looked up at her with a smile on his face.

She’d missed this part of their relationship. She meant to make the most of it. Without being told he leaned back in and his tongue worked faster. She pulled him in tight, eager for a repeat performance.

Again, his tongue worked her clit, and as she moaned, she held him firmly to her. Again, her climax built and this time she screamed in the pleasure of the moment.

As her body returned to normal, she felt a twinge of guilt. She’d been calling the shots. Directing Collin’s every move. And he’d obeyed. But it was only a twinge. And his hard on was back with a vengeance.

“Remember what I said about only getting hard when I gave you permission?” She asked.

Collin looked down with a guilty look. “I’m sorry Mistress.”

“I meant it. If you can’t do it then I’ll do it for you.”

“I’m trying. Really.”

She reached out again and grasped his balls and squeezed. A look of pain on Collins face. “Your punishment will stop as soon as you obey,” she said and squeezed again. Limp again, she told him, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Yes Mistress. I won’t let it happen again.”

“Very well slave. You may get hard now.”

Collin stroked himself, but to no avail. He deserved to be rewarded, but as she stared at him in her lace panties, she saw that the glorious hard on he’d had before was refusing to cooperate for him. New to the power she’d been wielding, she realized that maybe she’d been a little too aggressive.

She stroked him through the sheer black material, and when he didn’t respond, she said, “I think I’ve trained you too well. Even though you can’t get hard unless I tell you, you have to always get hard when I want you to. This will be the last time I help.” She bent and took him slowly into her mouth. And then when his body responded, she pulled back.

She could have continued, but still …

He needed to realize this wasn’t just a one-time thing. His training had only just begun and she intended to continue with it until she was sure he’d learned to appreciate her. To make her needs and wants first in his life.

She took his hand and placed it on his cock again. “Now jerk yourself off.”

As he wrapped his fingers around his swollen member and stroked himself, she let her hand drift to her clit, and as his hand pumped, her fingers stroked her still sensitive core.

He gasped. Groaned.

She gave him a wicked grin and shook her head no.

He sucked in his breath and yanked himself back under control.

Bridget plunged her fingers back inside her pussy, and quickly found her G-spot. She quivered, her breath rasping in and out, and then nodding, she let herself lose control as Collin went over. His hand pumping furiously, his body shaking as he climaxed.

Awareness flooded Bridget as she remembered, through the sexual fog, just where they were. That she was still standing in front of the statue of Psyche and Eros. That she’d had several mind-altering orgasms. In a public place. In front of an unseen audience.

She knew, without a doubt, that she’d do it all over again. Promised herself that Collin’s training, would continue. And it was a promise she intended to keep.

“You may clean yourself off and get dressed slave. And leave the panties on. They’ll remind you who your Mistress is.”

She watched Collin as he hastily dressed. Still wearing her panties, she knew that he had been a more than willing participant. She was done with being meek and letting Collin take her for granted.

“You may leave now Collin. And don’t forget to pick up a new pair of shoes for me before I see you tonight.”

“Shoes, Mistress?”

“The ones I showed you the last time we went shopping. The ones I bought and broke this morning while I was waiting for you.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Her lips shifted, a slow sexy smile on her face as she watched him leave. Despite his slight limp, he glanced over his shoulder, a look of complete satisfaction on his face, and then disappeared around the corner.

Someone had once told her that discipline and hard work led to happiness. She wasn’t so sure about the hard work, but she definitely agreed with the discipline part.

As she walked through the gallery’s doors and out into the sunshine, she hoped Collin had forgotten her shoe size.

After all, she told herself, it was going to hurt him a whole lot more than her.

“EXPOSED” is reproduced with the kind permission of the author, Nikki Caine. Nikki writes short sexy tales. Think of the last romance novel you read, where you skipped ahead to the good parts. Nikki’s short stories are the good parts! Visit her website www.nikkicaine.com for more titles in her popular series of erotic tales.



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