Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (15 page)

The sensation of his warm hands
contrasted with the slightly scratchy feeling of the rope. His fingers brushed
against my breasts periodically, sending little frissons of pleasure coursing
through my body.

With gentle but continuous force,
he pulled the ropes tight. I could feel them pulling against my breasts,
tugging them up and apart, squeezing them. I made a small noise.

“Are you alright, Abby? Give me a
color.” Chase’s voice was instantly in my ear.

“Green, Master.”

“Are the ropes too tight?”

“No, Master.”

Chase tied the two ends of rope
together in front of me. He then helped me lie back on the table.

“I’m going to tie your arms
next.”

My outstretched arms were tied to
extensions, in a series of wraps and elegant knots. I could see them by turning
my head and they were extraordinarily pretty.

Chase asked me again if I was
okay and I said that I was. But this time there was something different in his
voice. He’d moved to the end of the table between my legs and I glanced at his
face.

“Your legs are next. Just relax.”
He took one leg and then the other, bending and manipulating them, pulling them
up and out, wrapping them with white rope. I was completely open and exposed,
nothing hidden from anyone. I could feel cool air on my pussy, but the heat
that had been building slowly in my body as Chase had been doing his magic with
the ropes suddenly blossomed. I knew I was wet, knew Chase could see. And at
that moment, I wanted him to see, wanted him to know how aroused I was.

He disappeared from my field of
vision periodically, moving methodically through his tasks. I caught sight of
his face at times and there was a rapt expression, as if he were meditating or
in prayer. The occasional question to me came in a voice that had grown softer,
lower. I wondered what effect this process had on him, how binding someone in a
series of complex knots made him feel.

And then he was done. I was asked
again for a color, I again said green.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself
to mentally examine each part of my body, to feel the ropes against my skin, to
tense and relax my muscles, testing my bonds. They were restrictive, but not
tight. There was enough give in the ropes that I felt comfortable. I smiled at
that thought; I was bound on a table, unable to move but was comfortable.

There was warmth against one
breast and I opened my eyes as Chase began flicking his tongue over my
distended nipple. There was an instant of profound sensation, bordering on
pain, as he bit down lightly. I cried out, watching as he pulled the nipple
with his teeth. He held it for a brief instant and then let go. He moved to the
other side, repeated this and elicited the same response from me.

Bending his head, he licked and
sucked his way across my breasts. The pressure of having them bound made them
almost excruciatingly sensitive. Each breath, each flick of the tongue was more
intense than the last. It wasn’t long before I was crying out with each brush
of contact. There seemed to be no relief from Chase as he continued with this
play.

And I found I didn’t want relief.
I wanted more. But there was no way to arch against his mouth. I was totally
under his control.

At length he moved away. I could
hear movement and feel an occasional cool breeze across my heated skin. I knew
he was there and I knew Jake was behind me somewhere, watching.

Then Chase was standing between
my bound legs, looking down at me. With a start I realized he had taken off his
clothes. I let my eyes travel over what was visible to me: a broad, heavily
muscled chest covered in auburn hair, trailing down to a thatch at the apex of
his thighs. Just visible was the head of a very erect cock, rising up from
Chase’s body. And poised between my bound and spread legs.

There was no doubt the outcome of
this scene and my body responded instantly with a flood of heat that only
increased the wetness I felt between my legs. My breasts were throbbing, both
from the ropes and from Chase’s attention to them.

The look on Chase’s face told me
everything; that he knew exactly how I felt at that moment. His eyes were hot,
so brown they almost looked black. He was breathing hard and fast, not gasping,
his face relaxed, totally in control. In this moment, this was exactly what he
wanted; I was exactly what he wanted. And he was going to take me, but on his
own terms and in his own good time.

I felt his hands on my legs,
caressing my thighs. Each brush of his fingers sent searing heat through my
body, making my muscles twitch and contract. I strained against the ropes, felt
the pressure of them digging into my skin, adding a counter-point of sensation
to Chase’s fingers.

The tension in my body had me
thrumming, almost vibrating. I was poised on the edge and all he’d done was tie
me up and touch me. My eyes met his and with all my will I begged him to take
me, silently urging him to fuck me, now, hard, release the tension my body
held.

Chase leaned forward, his eyes
never leaving mine. “You may speak, Abby.”

Given permission, the words
tumbled out. “Oh, please, Master…oh, god, please…take me now! Please…please…”
my words trailed off into incoherent pleas, ending in what sounded like a sob.
I realized I was crying, tears running down my face.

Chase stood for a moment,
watching me, his look telling me everything he was going to do.

Then he was in me, thrusting
hard, his suddenness taking me by surprise. I cried out…I screamed. My body was
held captive by the ropes; I couldn’t push back or away, twist or thrash. I had
no choice but to give up any last illusions of control I thought I had. I
stopped tensing against the ropes, let my body relax, let my mind stop focusing
on what I was supposed to be doing or feeling.

And when I did that, everything
changed, for the better. I let Chase have complete control, let him dominate
me…trusted that he would make everything right. And it put me at the center of
it all. I wasn’t able to move, to actively participate in this, but all of
Chase’s attention was focused on me. The rush I got from that realization that
was amazing.

The touch of the ropes on my skin
faded away. I stopped focusing on Chase’s cock inside me although it was the
center of everything I was feeling. But it was more than that now. Something
shifted in my body and while I was aware—acutely aware—of each
pounding thrust into me by Chase, it was no longer just my body that was
responding. My mind stopped trying to register each physical sensation, to put
a name to it. I just accepted it and felt it.

And then I felt everything, not
individually but as one giant sensation. I stopped feeling the ropes on the
surface of my skin but felt them on some deep cellular level. That melded with
the pounding and thrusting of Chase in my body. And all that suddenly changed
into just wave after wave of pure pleasure, with no apparent beginning or end.
My mind went blank and my body took over.

I remember hearing my name being
called from a distance. Chase was asking me for a color.
A color? Um…

“Purple.” It was the color I was
seeing splashed across the insides of my closed eyes.

“Abby, honey, give me a color.”
It was Jake, close to my ear. I opened my eyes.

“Oh, green. Please, dear
god…green.” I closed my eyes as the sensations started to fade away. I slowly
came back to my body, felt the ropes biting into my skin. I realized Chase was
no longer between my legs. I tried to look, to turn my head, but my body felt
like someone else was controlling it and it wouldn’t respond.

There was a tugging at my arm and
I realized Chase was untying me. As each limb was free, I moved it,
experimentally at first, wiggling my fingers and toes, tensing and releasing my
calf and thigh muscles, forearms and shoulders.

Finally they sat me up, Jake
holding my arm, Chase undoing the knots with swift fingers. I closed my eyes,
leaning against Jake, his solid warmth, his familiar scent in this strange
place acting like an anchor for me.

When I was free of all the ropes,
Jake helped me down from the table. My legs were shaky and I was starting to
shiver, just as I had after my first session with Jake.

Then I was sitting in an
oversized armchair, wrapped in a blanket. Jake was crouched at my feet, gently
chafing my hands. He looked worried; a frown creased his forehead. I reached
out and stroked his cheek.

“Hey…” my voice was a hoarse
croak. I tried again. “Jake…”

“Shh…” he took my hand, kissing
my fingers. “Don’t try to talk. You’re probably going to be hoarse for a
while.”

Hoarse? For a while?

“What happened?”

Jake’s looked changed to one of
mild surprise. “You really don’t remember, do you? Chase said you’d gone into
subspace…” I shrugged, not knowing what that meant. Jake reached for a glass of
juice from a nearby table and handed it to me. I drank greedily, the sharp
tartness cutting through the residual fog in my mind.

“It’s hard to describe. Some
people say it’s like an out-of-body type feeling, or they can’t remember what
happened.” He was still holding my hand. I’d stopped shaking and now was
intensely curious about what exactly had happened to me.

“What did I do? What happened to
me?” Jake reached the glass, which I realized was empty.

“You went somewhere, Abby. Your
body went limp, then you had some kind of huge orgasm that went on for the
longest time. Chase asked you for a color, you know, green or red…and you said
purple.” He smiled.

“That’s not one of the safe word
colors. I panicked for a second, but then you told me green.”

I nodded. “I remember hearing
your voice. That’s all.
But, my voice?
Did I make noises?”

Jake’s smile broadened. “You sure
the hell did. Like none I’ve ever heard.”

I laughed. And then I yawned,
suddenly exhausted.

“Can we go home?”

***

Jake took me to his house. I had
fallen asleep in the car and woke up as he pulled up beneath the portico. On autopilot,
once he’d opened my door, I headed for the tower room door. But with his arm
around me he gently steered me toward the door for the house. He guided me
upstairs and into a large bedroom with a king-sized bed.
Nice guest room.

He pulled back the covers,
sitting me on the edge of the bed, taking off my shoes, gently undoing the
zipper on my corset, kneeling in front of me briefly as he slid my skirt down
my legs. I was dimly aware I was missing my stockings.

“Lay down, Abby.” I may have
fallen asleep standing up. Without opening my eyes, I let Jake help me beneath
the covers, pulling them up around my shoulders. I was aware of movement on the
bed and then the dim light that had been the only light in the room went out.

Jake’s arms went around me, pulling
me against his body. I snuggled against him, then struggled awake for a moment.

“You can sleep in your own room, Jake.
You don’t have to sleep in here with me.”

There was a pause and I heard him
laugh softly.

“Abby, this is my bedroom. Go to
sleep.”

***

I woke up to bright light and a
large expanse of sheet between Jake and I.
This bed is almost bigger than my
apartment.

He was still sleeping, clutching
a pillow to his chest. I slid across the bed, gently pulling the pillow out of
his arms and replacing it with myself. Jake stirred briefly, then opened his
eyes. There was a slow dreamy smile on his face. He reached out, brushing what
must have been a tangled mess of hair from my forehead.

“Hey, you.” He kissed my
forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Tired, still. But better…rested,
I mean. My muscles feel sore, like I’ve been in the ring for ten rounds.”

He nodded, pulling me close. “I
can imagine. You went through a lot last night.”

There was a moment of quiet. I
could hear birds singing outside.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Abby?”
His voice was light, his question innocent enough, but there was something
underlying it that made me tense up.

“I think I did. It’s too soon to
tell.” And it really was. There was a great deal to think about, to try to
understand.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Jake?” I
tried to look up at him, but he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against
his chest. There was a long pause, as if he was choosing his words with care.

“Let’s say I learned a lot.” His
voice was tense. I pushed away from Jake, sitting up next to him.

“What do you mean? What did you
learn? This affects both of us, not just you.”

Jake looked up at me for a
moment, then pushed himself up to sit next to me. He took a deep breath but
wouldn’t look at me for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was low,
hesitant. This wasn’t the Jake I was used to. I waited.

“When I saw you last night with
Chase, when he was fucking you…I realized I didn’t want that…didn’t want to
share you with another man, even in the context of a scene at a club.”

He looked at me. There was
vulnerability in his eyes. Something had changed tonight in Jake, something
important and vital, and I wasn’t sure where this was headed.

“I was jealous. Very jealous.”

“Jake, you could have stopped the
whole thing. You were there; you could have stopped Chase.”

He took another deep breath. “I
know. But you were so…you were enjoying it so much I didn’t want to take that
away from you.” He turned to me.

“Abby. You asked me what I
learned.” He took my face in his hands.

“I learned that I love you.”

***

I let myself into my apartment,
tossing my keys on the coffee table. I’d been gone less than twenty-four hours
but it seemed as though a lifetime had gone by.