The Prize by International Bestselling Author Ashe Barker

Chapter 3: Exposed

My heart is in my mouth as I place the blindfold across my eyes and reach behind my head to fasten the strap securely. My hands are shaking, the combined effects of nervous anticipation and fast-building arousal, when I reach under my skirt to hook my thumbs in the waistband of my thong. I peel the brief minuscule confection down my legs and step out. Blindfolded, I can't easily pick up the scrap of lace and put it away tidily, so I leave it wherever it might be on the floor and fumble for the bench. I ease my weight forward until I am lying face down along the length of it, the soft, warm leather comfortable against my bare stomach. I breathe in, as ever loving the deep, satisfying scent. I exhale, and I wait.

Several minutes pass, but I'm content to remain where I am. My skirt is so skimpy that just leaning forward is enough to expose the lower curves of my bottom. The waft of cool air which flutters across my skin alerts me to the opening and closing of the door somewhere behind me.

Footsteps, the brush of fabric, a rustle of paper. I am no longer alone. No one speaks to me though, and I remain silent also, alert, acutely aware of any movement in the room. It's them, it has to be. Mark and Greg, my Doms. Every nerve-ending in my body is attuned to them. I listen, and I shiver in apprehensive anticipation.

"I believe she's nervous." A male voice, low and matter of fact, and coming from directly to my right. Mark, unless I'm mistaken.

"Perhaps, but horny too. I wonder if she's a slut? Are you, Jessie? Are you going to be our slut tonight?" This must be Greg. His tone is softer, though his words belie the gentler timbre.

"Yes," I murmur. "Yes, please."

"Ah, good. We're feeling generous this evening so we shall start by restraining you to avoid the necessity for you to concentrate on remaining still. We want to get to know you, Jessie, so we'll be exploring, testing your responses. You may like it, you may not. I certainly expect you to wriggle a bit. But you'll be going nowhere. Are we clear on that?"

It's Mark's voice again, setting out their intentions for me, though neither man has touched me. Yet. I manage a small nod.

"Speak to us, Jessie." Greg this time.

"Yes, Sir. Perfectly clear."

"Your safe words?"

"Red, Sir, to stop. Yellow to slow down or talk, or if I'm finding it difficult to continue. Green means all's good."

"Excellent. And right now, Jessie?"

"Green, Sir."

"Okay." Cool fingers fasten the clips on my cuffs to the wooden posts which make up the legs of the bench, then a solid, firm palm trails the length of my body from shoulder to hip. "I'll be placing your knees on the ledge on each side of the bench so you'll have to bend and spread your legs wide. Just relax and I'll get you in position."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." I concentrate on allowing Greg to manipulate my legs as he pleases, fully aware that as he parts my thighs and bends my knees, my arse is raised and my pussy laid open and exposed for their scrutiny. He rolls my skimpy skirt up to my waist, leaving nothing concealed. I am already starting to pant. Wetness cools my heated folds. I swear I can feel my juices dribbling down my inner thighs though that may just be my overactive imagination. Or wishful thinking.

"Are you comfortable, Jessie?" This from Mark, who is also behind me now.

"I... I wouldn't describe myself as comfortable exactly, Sir."

"Oh? Is there a problem?"

"No, Sir. I just... I want you to touch me. Please."

"Ah, you're eager to get started, is that it?"

"Yes, Sir, I suppose so. It's just... the waiting is difficult, Sir."

"Is there somewhere else you need to be, Jessie? Are you in a hurry? We're keeping you, perhaps?" His soft tone has hardened just slightly, but enough to serve as a warning.

"No, Sir. I apologize." I ought to know better than to seek to hurry a Dom intent on taking his time, even more so two Doms. "I meant no disrespect."

"We know that, Jessie. But you will be patient from now on, will you not? We wouldn't want to have to take issue with you over this."

"I will, Sir, I promise." I gnaw on my lower lip, willing myself to remain silent until I need to speak again.

Several moments pass, then I jerk violently as fingers part my pussy lips.