Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (12 page)

After tormenting me with his
tongue, Jake lifted his head, his breath catching in his throat. With infinite
care, he threaded one end of the nipple clamp chain through the ring on my
collar, letting the ends dangle against my breasts. He reached for one, looking
up at me briefly.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.” My voice was a
whisper, my body suddenly thrumming with excitement. Jake looked at me for a
moment, hesitating slightly. But whatever he saw on my face, in my eyes, made him
smile; that dark smile that drove a spike of pleasure through my body.

Jake pinched my nipple along with
some of the areola behind it with his fingers, attaching the clamp.  I
cried out; the pressure was intense, the sensations coursing through my body
amazing. He quickly attached the other clamp. He stood back, breathing hard,
looking down at his handiwork.

I looked down as well at both
nipples held by the clamps. The chain through my collar put enough pressure,
pulled them just enough, to increase the electricity throbbing through my body.
I knew that I was very wet; there had been an instant flush of heat through my
pussy with a corresponding rush of wet warmth.

Jake reached out, grabbing me by
the hips, pulling me toward him, pressing my body gently against his. My
nipples rubbed against his chest, sending waves of feelings through my body. I
cried out, my chain making a soft noise as it slipped through the ring on my
collar.

He leaned back slightly, the only
contact now at our hips, the heat of his erection against my naked skin, made
all the more erotic by the thin covering of fabric. He rubbed himself against
me for a moment, his eyes half closed as he watched my breasts swaying, the
nipples protruding, watched his cock brushing against my skin.

“Come with me.” Jake took me to
the bed, instructing me to climb up on my hands and knees. He stripped his
sweat pants down his legs, his hard cock rising from the apex of his thighs.

He got on the bed behind me,
holding my hips in his hands. My ass was still stinging from my spanking and I
imagined how red my skin must be, what Jake was seeing. The uncomfortable
feeling of being exposed rose up again and I struggled to fight it down.

The weight of the chain tugged at
my nipples, increasing the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. And then
there was Jake, rubbing his cock against my ass, sliding it over my heated
skin. There was a deep clenching inside me, something dark and primal on the
verge of breaking loose.

But he didn’t enter me. He held
himself pressed against me, gently rocking me back and forth. The chain began
swinging back and forth, faster as Jake increased his movement.

Suddenly Jake grabbed my hair,
tugging my head back. The chain pulled tight against the clamps; my cry was
equal parts pain and pleasure. He held me there, suspended in that space for a
long moment. He released my hair and my head dropped forward, the tension
against my nipples reduced. I gasped for breath, mouth open, eyes closed.

I felt Jake reach one hand down,
sliding against the fullness of my breast. He unclamped the nipple clamp,
reaching down to the other, releasing it as well.

There was a moment of confusion
in my brain; there was a brief suspension of time where there was no sensation
in my nipples at all. I thought something was wrong.

But then there was a flood of
something else, a wave of prickly heat, sudden and intense. I cried out loudly,
almost a scream.

In that instant, Jake thrust into
me. And in the next instant I came, my body convulsing beneath him, my hips
taking on a life of their own, bucking and twisting. My nipples were throbbing,
sending jolts of electricity through my body, straight to every nerve ending in
my pussy. And Jake’s cock was there, thrusting back against every part of me
that was aroused, his body rubbing against the tender skin of my ass.

There seemed to be no end to
this. I was dimly aware of Jake’s noises behind me but I had no conscious
thoughts about him at all, other than the sensations his cock was producing in
my body. There was heat and a flood of something very wet and then I was lying
on the bed, breathing heavily. Jake was next to me, cradling my body against
his, brushing damp hair from my forehead.

I opened my eyes, focusing on his
face. He traced a line down my face, over my shoulder, down my arm, raising a
line of goose bumps. His forearm brushed against my nipple and I cried out
softly, pulling away. And then I cringed.
Had I disobeyed again?

He leaned forward, kissing my
forehead. “You’re okay, Abby. The session’s ended. You’re out of your role
now.”

“Oh.” I was weak, my body and
mind moving in slow motion.

“You were out of it there at the
end. I didn’t think you heard me.”

He shifted on the bed, letting me
rest my head and shoulders on his chest, my sensitive nipples safe from
accidently brushes and touches.

“Do you need anything, Abby?” Jake’s
voice was soft, his breath stirring my hair.

“Maybe later. Something for my
backside.” I closed my eyes. “Right now I’m sleepy.”

“Then rest. We can talk later,
when you’re ready.” He moved away, coming back to cover me with a blanket,
tucking a pillow beneath my head. The soft warmth enveloped me and I was
instantly asleep.

The room was darker when I woke
up. I was disoriented, the bed unfamiliar beneath me, the blanket not one from
my own bed. Then I remembered; the tower room.

There was a light coming from
behind me. I sat up, wincing as my tender skin came in contact with the bed.

“Ouch. Shit.” I muttered to
myself. There was a chuckle from somewhere. I turned, startled. Jake was
sitting in an arm chair in the corner, reading a book, a floor lamp casting a
circle of yellow light around him. He set the book on a small table next to the
chair.

“How do you feel?” He stood,
coming to stand by the edge of the bed. He was wearing a pair of well-loved
jeans, faded and worn with a few holes evident here and there, and a clean
white t-shirt. I had the impression he’d had a shower. He smelled clean and
looked refreshed.

“I’m sore.” I got up on my knees,
which seemed to be the most comfortable position at the moment. I noticed the
collar and nipple clamps were gone.

“I have something that will
help.” Jake went to the cabinet. I was struck again by his grace; just watching
him walk across the room was a sensual experience.

He came back, sitting on the edge
of the bed. “Lay down on your stomach.”

I peered at what he had in his
hand. He held it out, showing me the label. It was a tube of arnica gel.

“We should have done this right
away, but you were out and I really didn’t want to wake you up by rubbing your
ass.” He laughed suddenly, a deep rich sound.

“Actually, waking you up by
rubbing your ass would be something I’d really enjoy. But on a different day.”

I giggled. “I’d probably like
that, but, yeah, not tonight.” I settled on my stomach. “What time is it?”

“It’s after ten. You’ve been
asleep for about three hours or so.”

“Holy cow. Really?” I felt his
hands skimming over my skin, the gel cool and soothing, the smell vaguely green
and organic.

“It’s not as red as it was
earlier; this will help keep it from bruising.”

His hands were gentle, moving
over my skin. My mind went back to our first time together, the massage he’d
given me in front of the fire. I relaxed, letting my body sink into the bed.

“Is there anything you want to
talk about, Abby? Anything that confused your or you didn’t understand?”

“Well, it’s all a bit vague and
distant at the moment.” He’d stopped rubbing the arnica on my skin. I rolled
onto my side, leaning on the pillow.

“Did you enjoy punishing me?”

Jake seemed started by my
question; I got the impression it wasn’t what he expected. He was quiet for a
moment, as if sorting through a complex puzzle.

“Yes and no.” He looked at me,
serious and earnest.

“I have to admit that seeing you
bent over the table…” I cringed, remembering my own image of what I looked
like, none of them flattering. “…I thought you were the most beautiful thing
I’d ever seen. I got hard, really hard, really fast. If we hadn’t been in a
session, I would have fucked you then and there.” He stopped for a breath.

His face was flushed, his eyes
bright. I waited, my heart fluttering in my chest. I hadn’t expected this. I
really didn’t know what I expected.

“But I knew, being in session, I
couldn’t do that. I needed to remain in control, to follow through with what
I’d said I was going to do. I respect you enough not to be capricious with
this; if I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to follow through.

“When I started talking,
explaining to you this was punishment, any pleasure I felt went away,
instantly. I didn’t enjoy punishing you. It hurt.”

His eyes had grown dark. I
reached out for him and he climbed up on the bed, lying down next to me. We
held each other for a long time.

Jake’s hands began moving over my
body, gently exploring as if for the first time. He leaned down, kissing me
softly, his lips moving over my mouth, his tongue feather-soft against my lips.
Pulling away, he looked down at me in the dim light the lamp cast on the bed.

“Can I touch you here?” He traced
a finger over my breasts, sliding it down toward one nipple.

“Yes, but not hard.” They were
still sensitive, not painful, but every brush of the blanket…or now, Jake’s
fingers…sent little waves of heat through my body.

Slowly he touched me everywhere,
his fingers sliding over my skin, lingering here and there, stroking softly. I
was moaning against his mouth, relishing the slow gentle touches, so different
from this afternoon’s session.

I’d reached down, undoing the
buttons on his jeans, running my hands over his cock. He sighed, burying his
face in my neck.

“Oh, god, Abby. It’s impossible
to resist you.”

“Why would you want to?” I’d never thought Jake wanted to
resist me.

He lifted his head. “I don’t
really. But sometimes I think I cross the line from our agreed relationship
into something more, something I know neither of us wants.” He kissed me,
something urgent and passionate in his kiss.

Was this really as complicated
as it seemed? Did it need to be?
I was beginning to feel I was the one in
control here, sometimes more than Jake.

“Don’t resist, Jake, give in.
It’s not going change things for me.” I kissed him, pulling him down to me.

“Think of it as after care.”

***

We made love for a long time,
slowly, Jake taking his time, holding me gently. There were no loud cries, no
bucking and thrashing. I was carried away on a gentle current, my orgasm
feeling like the stretch at the end of a yoga work out; my muscles relaxed,
pliant, my body and mind at peace.

Jake came with a low moan, his
face buried in my neck. I felt him shudder briefly, holding himself still
inside me, then a flooding warmth. He exhaled, slowly, pulling me against him,
curling his body around mine.

***

I woke a long time later,
shivering in the chill air. The room was dark; Jake was lying next to me, his
arm loosely flung across my waist. I watched him sleep for a long time, his
face just visible in the light from one partially covered window.

There was no reason for me to
leave. I pulled the blanket back over my shoulder, jostling Jake in the process.
I felt him stir next to me.

“Go back to sleep,” I whispered
in the dark. And he did, tightening his hold around my waist, pulling me back
against his body.

***

Jake fed me breakfast, insisting
that I eat before I went home. I’d taken a long hot shower, methodically
working through a vast array of scented shampoos, soaps, scrubs and other
products I’d found in the bathroom in the tower. For a small bathroom in a
guest wing, it was remarkably well-stocked.

I took the confusing maze of
hallways back to the main house rather than walking outside, making only one
wrong turn on the way. The scent of food was as good as GPS though and I found Jake
in the kitchen making French toast. I took a seat at the kitchen counter and a
plate was placed in front of me, complete with fresh strawberries, and a dollop
of what I believed was homemade whipped cream. I dove in, realizing I was
famished.

“Oh, my god, Jake. Where did you
learn to cook?” He was leaning on the other side of the counter, watching me
with amusement.

“Living alone and getting tired
of take-out and fast food. I’d had enough of instant noodles in college. As
soon as I had my first apartment, I invested in a set of chef quality knives
and cast iron cookware. And learned how to use them.”

I was too busy chewing to do more
than nod. Jake poured coffee for both of us, setting mine in front of me and
coming around the end of the counter with his, and a plate piled high with
French toast, to sit next to me.

We ate in silence. I resisted the
urge to lick my plate clean, instead using the last pieces of French toast to
clean up the syrup and whipped cream. I sat back, sighing, relaxed and content.

“Abby, there’s something I wanted
to ask you.” Jake pushed his empty plate away, looking at me.

“Okay. What is it?” There was
hesitancy in his eyes, not quite the confident Jake I had grown use to.

“I’d like us to go to a BDSM
club. There’s one in Houston; I think it would be good for us to see how other
doms and subs interact, maybe learn something.”

He turned toward me, taking my
hand. “I’m asking you…not demanding that you go. But I think it would be a good
idea.”