Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (5 page)

His voice had gone low, the last words
practically a growl, so unexpected I recoiled as if I’d been struck. His eyes
were locked with mine, fueled now with passion and heat—with naked lust.

And there was that smile, no
gently charming smile now, but something edgy, almost feral. His smile alone
had taken my breath away once before and it did it now, but for a different
reason. This one promised something powerful, something dark, something that
lit a fire in me like no smile had ever done before. 

My heart was pounding and Jake
knew it. His fingers were on my wrist, reading my pulse as if it were Braille.
I knew what it said; he did as well.

We held each other’s gaze, stayed
in that moment for a long time. The intensity held, but something unspoken had
passed between us. I was ready for whatever he had planned for me, totally
under his spell, in his control.

I was ready to be his submissive.

***

Jake reached for me, pulling me
slowly toward him. The kiss he gave me was uninhibited, full of the lust and
passion his eyes promised, but it was all too brief. He broke away with a harsh
noise.

He sat back, watching me. I was
practically panting, my body on fire. I’d have gladly let him take me there, on
this rug, no questions asked.

But I saw he was struggling to
get himself under control. He closed his eyes briefly, drawing a deep breath,
holding it for a moment before blowing it out. When he opened them, the fire
and passion was still there, but I saw restraint as well. As much as I wanted
him, then and there, I knew I needed to respect his decision as how to move
forward.

“There’s a bathroom across the
hall where you can change. There’s a robe you can wear. I’d like you to tie
your hair back for me, so it won’t get in the way.”

He stood gracefully, pulling me
up from the rug. His face was still flushed but something in his eyes had
changed; some kind of restraint was in place. I nodded and made my way on shaky
legs out of the room.

Once in the bathroom, I leaned
back against the door. I took a deep, shuddering breath. I wasn’t really sure
what had just happened, but it had hit me deeply. There was much more going on
here than just a man who wanted to tie me up and spank me. I wasn’t sure if
that restraint I saw in his eyes was in place to protect me, or to protect
himself.

The robe was a plush affair,
generous and cozy. I found an assortment of hair ties on the counter, chose a
pretty blue ribbon and managed to corral my hair. Before leaving, I took a look
around the bathroom. It boasted a full steam shower and jetted tub, all covered
in creamy marble. It also seemed to have no square corners. Each angle was
sharp, each wall at an odd angle to its neighbor. Again the image of a castle
rose up.
Maybe there’s a secret tower in the center of the house.
I
shook my head, laughing at myself.

While I was gone, the room had
been transformed. Jake had turned down the lights and lit dozens of fat white
candles. It was completely dark outside now and the candle light was reflected
in the beveled edges of the floor to ceiling windows.

Jake was by the fire, adding
another log. He straightened and turned toward me when he heard the click of
the door, walking toward me in the softly lit room. He’d taken off his shirt
and shoes and I let my eyes slide over his chest, the dark nipples against his
tawny skin. I resisted the urge to lick my lips.

His jeans hung low on his narrow
hips, revealing that delicious landscape below his navel, something that always
makes me weak in the knees. I gave in and ran my tongue over my lips.

He took me gently by the hand,
guiding me toward the fireplace. The firelight cast a glow over the rug and I
had a fleeting image of myself lying naked, my skin burnished to a golden hue
by the fire. And I was amazed to find that image didn’t really bother me in the
least.

“Here, let me take this.” Jake
undid the tie of the robe and I turned as he slid the garment down my arms. I
hesitated just a moment before turning to face him.

His eyes moved slowly over my
body, taking in everything, lingering here and there, finally traveling back to
meet my eyes. All I saw reflected there was admiration and desire. I smiled,
holding his gaze. He nodded and smiled back.

“You are beautiful, Abby. And I
think you know that now.” He reached out, softly stroking my cheek. “But I’ll
continue telling you that anyway, because I enjoy saying those words, and I
think you should hear them often.”

He helped me down to the floor,
kneeling beside me. “On your stomach, please. Arms down at your sides.” 

There was a low table set near
the end of the rug. A small bowl of steaming water held a bottle and several
small neatly folded white towels lay beside it. Jake reached for the bottle,
wiping the water off with a towel. He disappeared from my view.

The rug was wonderfully soft,
thick and springy. I could sense the heat of the fire brushing against one side
of my body; the other side was deliciously cool in contrast. I sighed, closing
my eyes, letting my body sink into the embrace of the rug. The flickers of
candle light made patterns on the inside of my eyelids.
Even without the
massage…
But I was eagerly anticipating the feel of Jake’s hands on my
body.

“I want you to relax, let me do
the work here. Nothing is required of you at the moment other than to let me do
this. I want you to trust me, to learn the feel of my hands on your body. There
are no expectations for either of us tonight; it takes us wherever it will. I
just want us to learn to be comfortable with each other.”

His voice was hypnotic, the
cadence soothing. I could feel him moving beside me and then the air was filled
with the most wonderful scent. I breathed deeply and then my eyes flew open. I
twisted my head to look back at him. The corners of his mouth twitched in a
hint of a smile.

“Yes, it’s scented with Dragon’s
Blood oil. I noticed you wore it the other night. I thought it might relax you,
make you comfortable.” I returned his smile, closing my eyes, resting my head
on the rug.

“Ready?” His voice was very close
to my ear, almost a whisper. I nodded my head.

His hands were slippery and warm
as he made several sweeping passes across my upper back with the palms of his
hands, before his fingers beginning to massage my shoulders. I shouldn’t have
been surprised by the strength in his hands, but it took me by surprise. I
shifted beneath his touch. Immediately the pressure lessened.

“Let me know if anything hurts.
This isn’t a session—there’s no domination or bondage tonight—and
we don’t need a safe word here. If something is uncomfortable, just say so.”

I nodded. “I always have tense
shoulders. You’re fine. Keep going.”

His fingers dug deep into the
tense muscles at the base of my neck, across my shoulders, making me exhale
with release as he hit those twin spots on my shoulder blades that were always
knotted.

Slowly he massaged the tension
from my upper back. He moved to my feet and I thought I was truly in heaven. I
moaned softly as he firmly kneaded the soles, working each toe briefly.

With long strokes he began
working his way up the calves of my legs, slowly stroking the skin from the
ankle to the knee. Until now, the unknotting of my muscles, the lessening of
tension, had been the main sensation I’d felt. But as he touched the tender
skin of my inner knee, other parts of my body began responding. I felt my legs
relax, realizing I’d been holding them together.

So far all I’d felt were Jake’s
hands on my body. But as he moved to my arms, I felt his leg brush against my
body. For some reason, that small touch of rough denim against my skin brought
a wave of emotions and sensations cascading through me.

This was a real man here, his
hands all over my naked body, by his own admission very much attracted to me.
And even though there were no overt expectations here, the subtle—or not
so subtle—under current was pure lust. And not just Jake’s lust, but mine
as well. My breath caught in my throat; I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

Jake must have sensed a change;
he’d moved to my arms and even though he was just as thorough in working his
way from my hands to my shoulders, I sensed an urgency to his movements that
was absent earlier.

Moving away from me for a moment,
his hands returned to my legs, long strokes working up the outside of my
thighs, moving to the inside. With soft pressure, he traced a line from the
inside of my knee up the tender skin of my inner thigh, over and over,
unlocking some formerly unknown erogenous zone. I felt a swift contraction of
the muscles deep in my body; my hips jerked forward, my hips pressing into the
rug with a most un-lady like grunt.

There as a breathless moment when
I wondered just how intimate this massage was going to be as his hands moved
higher, but he only brushed them quickly over my ass as they circled up to my
lower back.

For a brief moment, his hands
left my body completely. Then I felt the roughness of denim on my outer thighs
as he apparently was straddling my legs, leaning forward to massage my lower
back.

His hands spanned my waist,
thumbs digging into my muscles. I let out an audible sigh as his thumbs found
some magic spot buried there, sending another hard jolt to somewhere deep
inside me.

For a long moment we stayed like
this, his thumbs moving in ever-widening circles. Every breath I exhaled ended
in a sigh, my hips now rhythmically pressing into the rug.

Jake shifted back, denim sliding
along my thighs. His hands moved over my ass, this time with purpose, pressing
hard, kneading my flesh. His thumbs ran along the crease at the tops of my
thighs, up my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, sliding up the cleft, sweeping down
to start over. With each pass, his fingers slid further between my legs,
finally brushing against the soft outer lips of my pussy. I shuddered at his
touch, my breathing shallow, waiting for—longing for—the next pass
of his hands over my ass.

Above me I could hear Jake’s
breath coming in slightly raspy gasps. His legs moved against mine, sliding
down, his hands leaving my body. I resisted the urge to beg for more.

Suddenly I felt the heat of his
body above mine as he pressed his chest against my back. I did open my eyes,
saw his hand on the rug next to my shoulder. I stopped breathing; the nearness
of him was intoxicating.

Slowly…so very slowly, he rocked
back and forth, his naked chest rubbing lightly against my back, his breath in
my ear as he held his head just above mine. I wanted to squirm but his legs
kept mine pinned together.

He shifted slightly and I felt
the rough touch of denim on my ass. And beneath the feeling of the material was
the heat and hardness of his cock, obviously very erect. He began slowly rubbed
himself against my ass. I did squirm then, but the pressure of his legs on mine
increased, holding me tight.

“Shh…” I felt more than heard him
speak. “Lay still.” The pressure of his body on my ass increased as he pressed
against me, forcing my cheeks apart.

My hips were moving on their own,
rising and falling in time with Jake’s body. That bit of squirming he didn’t
seem to mind. His breath was growing harsh in my ear when he finally pulled
away, sitting back, the subtle weight of his body on my legs, my back suddenly
chilly in the absence of his warmth, even in with the heat of the fire and the
flush of my arousal.

“Turn over, Abby.” His voice held
a roughness, barely restrained.

I rose up on my elbows, shifting
on the rug, lying on my back for Jake, looking up at him. He was still
straddling my lower legs, his spread wide, allowing me to roll over. My eyes
strayed down his chest to his crotch, even though I willed them to stay focused
somewhere else.

But the sight of his erection
straining against the front of his jeans was almost too much for me. I watched
as his hands moved to the buttons on his fly, undoing the top three, pulling
the denim away from his body.

The head of his was cock clearly
visible, along with a couple inches of his thick shaft. There was a corresponding
wave—more like a physical thump—deep within my body. I let out an
involuntary noise, halfway between a gasp and a moan.

I met his gaze. He eyes were
blazing, the wild and barely controlled Jake clearly visible. This time I
gasped loudly.

The change was subtle but the
wildness receded, again, but barely. I held my breath. The overwhelming
sensation was of being in the presence of a wild animal: if I moved, or
breathed, he would bolt and I’d lose him. Or, he’d attacked and I’d be at his
mercy.

And I really wanted to be
attacked.

Jake reached for the bottle of
massage oil, squirting a stream into the palm of his hand, rubbing them
together. With measured strokes, he worked his way up my legs, gently spreading
them, tracing the same triangle on my inner thighs he had earlier. My body
responded on its own, my thighs tensing and relaxing beneath his hands.

He moved up, kneeling between my
knees, his own legs spread, holding my legs apart, gently but firmly
restraining me.
If this is dominance, I’m on board.

In a swift and graceful motion,
he leaned forward, his hands sweeping lightly over my breasts, down my stomach,
over my pubic bone and down my thighs. He repeated this over and over, the
feather-light sensation of his fingers sliding over my skin driving me slightly
wild.

His eyes were focused on my body,
watching his hands as they slid over my skin. I let my gaze drift over his
shoulders, back down to his hard cock. It was visible when he straightened,
hidden by his body when he leaned forward. But I could sense the nearness of
it, the heat from his body as he held himself above me.