Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (8 page)

He played his tongue in lazy
circles over my clit before sliding it down my pussy, tracing the edges,
working back up to circle around my clit again.

My body was building to its peak
and I was rising on a current of sensations, spiraling upward, my hips pumping
rhythmically as Jake did his magic with his tongue. I was crying out, pulling
against my chains, poised on the edge of release.

And then he was gone.

“No!” There was no shifting of
weight on the bed this time, just a steady exhalation of warm breath against my
inner thigh. In frustration I twisted on the bed, willing myself to let go. But
I couldn’t. My body was aching for release but I had no way of achieving it.

The room was quiet for a long
time. I knew where Jake was but there was nothing I could do, except beg.

“Please, Jake…”

He was back, his tongue probing
now, insistent, flattened against my clit, lapping at me before moving lower,
working between the folds of my pussy, sliding inside me. Almost instantly I
was twisting on the bed, pulling against my chains, moaning like a wanton
creature beneath the onslaught of his tongue and mouth.

Because now, besides licking me, Jake
had begun sucking my clit, pulling it into his mouth, tugging it briefly before
releasing it.

I was hanging over the edge cliff
again, relief and release so close I could taste them when Jake pulled away
with a harsh noise, almost as painful sounding as my cry.

“Damn you!” I pulled against my
chains in vain. “Fuck you, Jake. Stop doing this!”

There was silence and no movement
from Jake for a long time. I was breathing hard, my head lifted from the
mattress, tugging at my wrist chain, making it clank against something metal
behind me.

Between my legs I finally heard
noises, the soft sound of cloth moving and harsh breathing. Then there was
weight on the mattress near my head and Jake’s warmth was against my body. I
felt his legs push against my inner thighs and I suddenly knew where he was,
what he was going to do.

And then he was there, his body pressed
against mine, his cock sliding up the inside of my thigh. With one hard thrust
he entered me, hard enough to push me up the bed until the chains on my ankles
stopped me.

Our cries mingled then, his a
long desperate moan, mine a cry of triumph. I was powerless to move beneath
him, praying he wouldn’t take this chance of release away from me.

But I knew once he began
thrusting into me that there was no turning back for him. He buried his head
against my shoulder, each thrust accompanied by that same sound, a combination
of need and desire.

There was no gentle building of
arousal, no infinite time spent on a plateau of pleasure, only primal fucking.
With no other physical outlet for what I felt, I bit down on Jake’s shoulder. I
expected him to cry out or pull away, but he didn’t. He only said one word:

“Again.”

And I bit again, tasting blood on
my tongue.

With a strangled cry, Jake bucked
hard into me, grinding his body against mine. It was the contact my body sought
and I cried out, pulling hard against my wrist restraints, my body contracting
in the center. The orgasm that swept through me seemed to go on for whole
minutes. I shuddered and twisted beneath his weight, crying out, tears
streaming down my face.

Jake had held himself still
inside me, either allowing me to finally experience my release or trying to
hold back his. I really didn’t care at that point. But as my body began to
relax, he began to thrust hard, with those same quick jabs, erratic and sharp.
I felt the peculiar sensation of his cock growing even harder as he reached his
orgasm. 

And then he was coming, his body
completely overtaken by his release. He wrapped his arms around my body, not so
much in passion, but I think to keep hold of something solid.

After a long time his body stopped
shaking, his muscles relaxing. I felt his cock growing soft, but he stayed
inside me, kept his arms around me, his face buried in my neck.

“Jake?” He was quiet.

“Pineapple?”

He lifted his head from my
shoulder, unwrapped one arm from my body. I felt his fingers pulling the
blindfold up over my face. He tossed it off the side of the bed.

I blinked, even though the light
in the room was dim. Jake pulled away from me, sitting up and groping for his
sweat pants, which were in a heap at the end of the bed. He fished in the
pocket, finding a small silver key.

He undid the cuffs at my wrists
and then unlocked my ankles. I sat up, looking at Jake as he sat on the edge of
the bed. He turned to me.

“Are you okay? How are your
wrists?” He took my hands, gently chaffing my wrists. There were red marks
around them. I was surprised how deep the marks were, how painful they were.
The marks on my ankles weren’t as red or deep.

“You’re shivering, Abby.”

I looked up at him; suddenly I
was shaking uncontrollably. Jake got off the bed and pulled open a drawer in
the large cupboard, coming back with a soft blanket.

He wrapped the blanket around my
shoulders, climbing up on the bed and leaning back against the head of the bed.

“Come here.” He pulled me up
against him, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. I rested my head on
his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, my body comforted by the
warmth but still trembling.

We were quiet for a long time, Jake
softly stroking my hair. “Do you want to talk about how you feel now, Abby. I
want to…I’d like to know what you felt, how this experience was for you.” He
was stroking my hair. I’d more or less stopped shivering but I was quiet,
trying to put into words the whole experience.

“It wasn’t what I thought it
would be. I guess I really don’t know what I thought it would be like, but I
didn’t think I would have been so frustrated or so mad at you. I couldn’t…or
didn’t want to…let you have control. I wanted to have some control myself.”

“It’s not easy being a
submissive. But you can’t speak to me, other than to say the safe word. Your
outburst wasn’t appropriate as a submissive, Abby. I should have administered
some kind of punishment.” He took a deep breath. “We’ll talk about that before
our next session; we can negotiate what happens if you step outside the
protocol that we agreed on.”

I frowned: he was right but I
didn’t want to admit it, at least not at that moment.

He was quiet for a time before
speaking in a low growl. “Did you enjoy any of it?”

Did I? I thought about how I
felt. My orgasm had been the most intense I’d ever experienced. “Yes, I did. It
was…pretty amazing…whatever it was you did to me. With whatever it was you
used.”

“It’s called edging.” Jake
reached down, picking up what looked like a mini-feather duster, a plume of
black feathers at the end of a long handle.

“I knew it was a feather!” I
laughed. “I really wanted to call out that I knew what it was. But I managed to
keep quiet…at least then.”

Jake smiled, then grew serious.
“You could have used the safe word at any time, Abby. You know that. If it got
too intense, you could have stopped me.”

He looked down. “Don’t ever feel
like you can’t stop something. This isn’t just about me; it’s about your
comfort too, about your enjoyment of this experience, to learn to enjoy being a
submissive.”

I sat back up, kneeling next to
him, holding the blanket around my shoulders. “I know. But I really didn’t want
you to stop. I wanted that…edging…to continue. It was amazing. But a tiny part
of me wanted to be mad at you, to feel that frustration somehow.” I paused,
trying to put words to the feelings swirling through me. Jake was watching me
intently, his blue eyes never leaving mine as I groped for words.

“When you finally took me, it was
like I won, I was getting what I wanted. And that was intense. I don’t think it
would have been nearly as intense if I’d have said ‘pineapple’ and you’d have
just made love to me.”

Jake looked down at me. “Do you
think that’s submissive behavior, Abby?”

I frowned. “Well, no…

His voice was soft, questioning.
“I’m not criticizing you here. I want you to think…about your actions and
reactions…and how you think that fits into this relationship, about your role
as a submissive. Were you submissive today?”

My frown deepened. “No, I wasn’t.
I wanted to be, at first at least. I wanted you to control everything, to give
myself over to you. But when it got, well, frustrating, I got mad at you.”

Jake smiled. “I sensed that,” he
said wryly. “It was pretty clear you were frustrated. But did you ever stop
trusting me, trust that I was going to somehow make things better, give you
something in return? Something beyond what you could have had in other
context?”

“Maybe I did. Maybe that was the
tipping point: I stopped trusting that you would take care of me. I thought you
were just being mean.”

Jake made a non-committal noise
in his throat. It was a long time before he spoke, as if weighing his words
carefully.

 “You’re not ‘winning’
anything; it’s not a contest. You’re submitting willingly and taking pleasure
in the outcome…and in being a good submissive.” He hesitated, looking up at me.
There was pain in his eyes. “I’m not trying to be cruel, Abby. I hope you know
that.”

I reached out, touching the back
of his hand. “I know…I know that now. But then…” I waved my hand. “I wasn’t
really thinking then. I was going off pure emotion, or past experiences.” I
made a face.

“I made a mistake today. My goal
in this session was to withhold your orgasm until I wanted you to come, until I
gave you permission, not until you won it from me. There’s a difference; I’m
not dominating you if you feel you’ve gotten one over on me. There’s no power
shift if you feel you won. And I’m sorry I wasn’t clearer in my expectations
today. It won’t happen again.”

His gazed fell on my hands, still
clutching the edges of the blanket. He took them both in his, running his
fingers slowly over the angry red marks.

“We should wash these off. You
can put ice on them later; it will help with the pain.”

I sat up suddenly, a flash of
memory coming back, of Jake’s shoulder against my mouth, the taste of blood on
my tongue.

“Oh! But I bit you.” I looked at
his shoulder, a tiny drop of dry blood visible. My hand flew to my mouth.

“I didn’t remember…I’m sorry.” I
reached out to touch him, but stopped, my fingers held above his skin. Was this
aftercare or just caring? I pulled back in confusion.

He glanced down at his shoulder,
frowning, then looking up to meet my gaze. A smile played around the corners of
his mouth.

“And good submissives don’t
bite.”

He slid off the bed and left the
room. I could hear water running and then he returned with a damp washcloth and
towels. He took my hands, lightly pressing the cool wet cloth against my hot
wrists, dabbing gently.

Silently he handed me the cloth
and I sat up, the blanket slipping from my shoulders. I dabbed at the marks,
wincing inside.
I really did that?

Jake offered me a shower and
food, but I refused. I wanted to be home, in my own bathtub, eating my own
food. We dressed separately and he walked me down the stairs to my car, holding
to door as we stepped outside. I blinked, expecting the bright sunshine of
mid-afternoon. But I’d walked into the soft light of early evening.

I spun around. “What time is it?”
Neither of us was wearing a watch and it dawned on me there had been no clock
in the tower room.

“I really don’t know, Abby. I
wasn’t paying attention.” He was looking down at me, a slight smile playing
around the corners of his lips.

“I told you sessions can
sometimes run long or that we’ll lose track of time. It’s why I want true
sessions here…” he gestured up at the tower “…to just be on weekends.”

Just on weekends?
My face
gave away my thoughts. Jake took a step toward me, his fingers on my face. When
he spoke, his voice was low.

“There are other things we can do
during the week, Abby. It’s not just sessions in the tower room. If you choose,
you are my submissive all the time, in every way. It’s up to you how far you
want to go with this. ”

I nodded. Something clicked in my
head. This really was more than just occasionally being tied up and tickled;
this was a lifestyle choice. Or could be, if I was willing to go that far with Jake.

“I’ll call you later, to check on
you.” He pulled me to him, his mouth claiming mine in a gentle kiss. He was
wearing just the gray sweat pants and his body was warm under my hands as I
slid them over the smooth skin of his chest, winding them around his neck.

We stayed like that for a long
time in the fading light. After a while I was aware of a not so subtle pressure
against my stomach, a shifting of Jake’s hips as he pressed his growing
erection against my body. I slid my hands down his lean back, my fingers
working beneath the waistband of his sweats, aching to cup his ass in my hands.

But Jake pulled away, reaching
behind his back to grab my hands, pulling them to his chest. He held them,
bringing them to his lips, kissing my fingers. That seductive smile was playing
around his lips, his eyes were hooded and dark.

“Okay, Abby. I think it’s time
you headed home.” He released my hands, reaching for the car door.

I watched him in my rear view
mirror, standing beneath the shadow of the portico, as I drove away.

***

The phone rang later that night
while I was checking my email, trying to avoid those from Leslie, along with
her texts and voice mail messages. I scooped it up; saw Jake’s cell phone
number. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hi, Jake.”

“Hello, Abby. How are you? How
are your wrists?”