Leaving Roman

by Becca Jameson

  Yes. I mentally fist pump, and then I glance down at the lingerie she’s wearing. Tempting me. I clear my throat. “I’m not at all surprised you have a lot to say. However, I am kind of shocked you’ve chosen to speak to me wearing that incredibly sexy scrap of material.” I hope I’m not offending her. Just speaking my mind.

  She smiles coyly and tips her head to one side. “It’s intentional. For one thing, I wanted you to know from the moment you stepped in the room that I still consider myself yours and that I submit to you in all things.”

  I watch her face as she speaks. She’s so fucking sexy. She still bites her lower lip intermittently and flushes when she’s nervous. That will never change, and I’m damn glad.

  “I considered meeting you as equals, sitting across a table at a coffee shop or at Julius’s house. Wearing regular street clothes. But that’s never been who we are together. Not from the first day.”

  I nod. She’s right.

  “Even when I came to your home to interview, I submitted to you. I didn’t know it, but it happened all the same. You had me in my place from the first day I started working for you. I came to you dressed in clothes you picked out that morning, nervous and scared and freaking out and…horny.” She whispers that last word.

  I can’t breathe.

  “I knew from the moment I put those clothes on with the little girl panties, the short plaid skirt, and the blouse with no bra that I was doing the right thing. That I was suited to being yours in whatever capacity that meant.”

  God, I want to cup her face and stroke my thumb over her bottom lip. Instead, I sit very still, my hands on my thighs, my fingers digging into my jeans.

  “I need you to know that I’m still that girl. I crave that connection between us the same as I did three years ago. I doubt my need to be your little girl will ever change just like I suspect your need to be my Daddy Dom won’t change either.”

  She takes a deep breath. “You’re extremely controlling, and I thrive on it. I still feel a tingling all over my body when I wake up in the morning, knowing you’ve made nearly every choice for me each day. Knowing that all I have to do is obey you in all things. I’m comforted by that. I love that you choose what I wear and what I eat and when I’m permitted to come.” She flushes deeper as if she’s still embarrassed to mention orgasms.

  I force myself to remain quiet and listen. I know she has so much to say, and a huge but is about to come out of her mouth.

  She swallows. “I want that in my life, Daddy. Please know that I do.” Her voice is forceful and urgent like she needs to convince me of her desires.

  I nod. “Blossom…”

  “I also know that I need more.”

  I nod again. It’s what she needs to continue. I’m not shocked. Of course, I could see this coming. I’ve known for months she craved something I haven’t given her. The notion was pounded in when she left me, and I’ve had a week to think and talk to Julius and Claudia, both of them helping me get my head out of my ass.

  “I need a job. One that isn’t in our home. One that requires me to go to an office, professionally dressed with makeup and stylish hair. A place where I can make my own money and feel a sense of accomplishment. I’ve fought this urge for a long time because I don’t want to hurt you. Nor do I want to seem like an ungrateful brat. I totally realize you give me everything in the world, and part of me worries that I’m asking too much.”

  I open my mouth but the look on her face stops me from speaking. I need to let her finish.

  “It’s so hard for me to come to you like this. To call a marble break I’ve never needed before this week. To plead my case. Because the last thing I want is to find out you can’t agree to my needs. I’ve been worried for months that you’ll tell me no, and your word will have to be final.”

  I clear my throat. She needs something from me. “Blossom, I’ll admit that months ago, before I realized how unsettled you are, I might have balked. In fact, I’m still kicking myself for how I reacted to your request the night of your graduation. I guess I was caught off guard. I was inflexible. It wasn’t fair to you, and it caused you to pull away from me. I realize that now. I’m here, and I’m listening, and I promise I’m capable of compromise. I won’t lose you over this.”

  Her shoulders drop subtly, and she blows out a breath. “Thank you, Sir.” She licks her lips. “I’m still not positive how I visualize our future, so I hope we can take it one day at a time together, but I want permission to apply for jobs and to interview. I want you to let Claudia help me shop for clothes. I want to get my hair styled. I need a makeover.”

  “Done.” No way am I going to hesitate over her requests.

  She flinches, her eyes going wide. “Really? That simple?”

  I nod, leaning forward so my elbows are on my knees. My face is closer to hers and at her level. “Yes. I want you to be happy. I won’t lie and say it’s going to be easy for me, but we’ll negotiate something we can both live with.”

  She smiles, and it lights up my world. I’d gladly move Heaven and Earth for her if it means seeing that smile every day. I realize it’s been a while since I’ve seen her this happy. She’s been stressed and worried for a long time. I’ve made things worse.

  After a moment of silence, she cocks her head to one side, coy as can be, and says, “Text one of your friends and tell them to come inside. I’m sure they’re out front by now.”

  I sit up straighter, grinning as I pull my phone from my front pocket. My girl plotted something. Interesting. The tables are a little turned. I’m not sure how I feel about her making arrangements behind my back, but I’m intrigued enough and elated enough that she hasn’t just dumped my ass that I go along with her.

  I send a quick group text to Claudia and Julius. Moments later, the door to the main room opens and they enter, followed by Beck, Levi, and Abby.

  As the group approaches, I glance back at Lucy. She’s once again in a submissive position with her head bowed and her shoulders back. She hasn’t really moved since I arrived, but her demeanor is different. The marble recess is over.

  When Beck steps next to me, I realize he has a camera around his neck and a tripod in his hand. Levi is on the other side with lighting equipment. Julius pulls a second chair up next to mine and motions for Claudia to sit.

  I rise, a little confused.

  Julius motions for me to step away from my seat, and he drops into it. Seconds later, he snaps his fingers and Abby kneels in front of him. The sheer mesh robe she’s wearing is sleeveless and reaches barely to the edge of her butt cheeks. It’s hiding nothing, however. She has on a full set of white harness lingerie—essentially just straps that crisscross under and around her tits and down her body to circle her waist and around her upper thighs. I’ve seen these many times. The harness gives the illusion of a bra and panties, but covers nothing. Apparently, Julius, Beck, and Levi have convinced Abby to cross into new territory if they got her to leave the house like this.

  I turn back to Lucy. She’s also crossed into new territory. This is huge for her. She’s wearing less clothing than she’s ever worn in front of other people, and she’s inside my club with an audience. Granted it’s an audience of close friends, but she has never performed for anyone before. Not here or at home.

  On top of that, Beck and Levi have photography equipment. She planned this. For me.

  I close the distance between us, squat down in front of my sweet little girl, and lift her chin with one finger. “You want Beck and Levi to film you?”

  “Yes, Sir. If it pleases you.”

  I smirk. “Oh, blossom, it pleases me. What are you willing to do in front of the camera, my love?”

  “I’m done directing things. I had my marble time. I asked our friends to be here. I told them to be prepared to video. The rest is up to you, Sir. I’ll submit to your decisions for the rest of the night.”

  I’ve never been more pleased or proud of her. I lean forward and kiss her lips gently. “Thank you, blossom. You
won’t regret this.”

  She smiles sweetly.

  I cup her cheek and slide my palm up to the top of her head, tipping it back toward the floor. And then I rise and look around the room. I’m usually far more prepared when I do a scene. I plan them in advance. I got no warning tonight, which doesn’t mean I can’t make this magical. It just means I need a moment to think.

  My little girl is not going to regret this decision.

  Chapter 26

  Lucy

  * * *

  I’m shockingly calm, considering I just spent a half hour baring my soul to Daddy and then gave him permission to take me in several directions I’ve never consented to before.

  Even though everyone in this room—with the exception of Abby—has seen enough of my body to know me intimately, they’ve never seen me totally naked or even as exposed as I am right now. My nightie is see-through, but not nearly as transparent as the flow of practically nonexistent material Abby has on over nothing but straps crisscrossing her body.

  I’ve never performed in Master’s club. Not in front of people that is. I have never even performed like this at home. The role I play in our relationship is more of a permanent, ongoing scene. I’ve been subjected to spankings and discipline that sometimes occur in front of any combination of the people in this room or even Master Roman’s staff, but our arrangement has not historically included any of the apparatus found in Surrender.

  Most importantly, I’ve never consented to being filmed. I’m doing this as a show of good faith to Master Roman. I’m doing this because I know it will please him. I’m doing this because I’m ready. I’m doing this because the look on his face when he grasped my intention was worth a thousand scenes in Surrender in front of a camera.

  Master Roman steps out of my line of sight, and for several minutes I wait, aware of everyone looking at me in a new light. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. Every one of Master Roman’s friends is a Dom or Domme. They are used to naked submissives. I’m not an anomaly to them.

  Nevertheless, exposing myself is huge. Letting other people see my vulnerability is monumental. Being able to watch my total submission later on video is going to rock my world.

  I take my pulse again and determine I’m going to survive this. I’m even turned on a little. My nipples are stiff points as usual. Moisture has gathered at the entrance to my sex.

  “Come, little blossom.” Master Roman’s hand extends in front of me, shaking me from my musings.

  I set my palm in his much larger one and rise to follow him across the room. Cool air raises goose bumps all over my skin, or maybe it’s nerves. I don’t breathe fully until we stop at a St. Andrew’s cross and Master Roman backs me up against it, facing everyone. Well, except Abby. She’s kneeling between Julius’s thighs, her face inches from the bulge in his pants.

  “Safeword?” Master Roman asks.

  “Jacks, Sir,” I whisper.

  “Good. Use it if you need. You may also use red, and yellow if you need me to slow down.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He steps directly in front of me, takes my shoulders, and urges me to lean back a few inches against the cross so that it bears my weight. His hands come to my cheeks, and he lifts my head so that I meet his gaze. “When we do a scene, it’s for your pleasure, blossom. Always.”

  I nod slightly.

  “If you’re not experiencing pleasure because your mind’s racing in ten other directions out of fear or embarrassment, the scene will do more harm than good. If you don’t stop me, and I find out you forced yourself to continue in order to please me, I will spank your bottom so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. Understood?”

  I gulp. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Safewords exist for a reason. This is huge for you. A lot of firsts all at one time. I expect you to stop me if it gets to be too much.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Already I feel more at ease. His words alone have soothed me. I remind myself that I don’t have any body parts the people in this room haven’t seen dozens of times.

  Master Roman slides his hands down over my shoulders and then lower to my wrists. He lifts them both above my head. “Grab the pegs.”

  I wrap my fingers around the rungs and hold on.

  Master Roman adjusts them, moving them a few holes higher, forcing me to stand as tall as I can, my chest lifted, my feet barely flat on the ground.

  My sheer nightie has risen above my panties. I’m conscious of the increased exposure. I even glance up to see that Beck is already filming, and a shiver races down my body.

  “Shh, little blossom,” Master Roman croons. “Don’t pay attention to anyone else in the room. Your focus is on me and what I’m doing.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breathe.

  His hands glide down my arms and then my torso, grazing the edges of my breasts, making me arch into him, my nipples stiff peaks against the material, reacting as they always do to the touch of fabric. I apparently have the most sensitive nipples in the world. Even after three years of not wearing a bra, I’m just as affected by the graze of my clothing over the tips, and the result is that my pussy is swollen and wet and needy.

  Master Roman crouches in front of me. He picks up one foot and sets it wide, cuffing my ankle to the bottom of the X. I realize my predicament a moment later when he does the same to my other ankle, forcing me to stretch farther.

  Master Roman’s hands slide up my legs, and he traces the edges of my panties at my thighs and then across my belly. “These are very sexy, blossom. I might consider buying a few more articles with this bikini cut just to add mystery and variety to our lives, but I’m not going to lie. Seeing your bottom totally covered in little girl panties makes me hot.” He stands and taps my nose. “Do you know why?”

  I shake my head, confused.

  “Because it gets you off. Every time you dress in clothing meant for a young girl, you get aroused and start squirming. Do you realize that?”

  I slowly shake my head again.

  He smiles. “Don’t get me wrong. I love dominating you in that way. I love seeing you dressed as a much younger girl. It makes my cock hard every time. But it’s because it suits you. It brings out the sensual side of you. Your demeanor shifts immediately when you surrender to the natural inclination to be my little girl. To let me nurture you, guide you, and discipline you.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. He’s right.

  He slides his hands up my body under the sheer nightie until he has my breasts in his palms. He molds them, exploring them as if he’s never seen them before. “I’ve missed these, blossom.”

  “I’ve missed your touch, Sir.”

  “Did you touch yourself this week?” he asks, his gaze landing on mine, his expression unreadable.

  I’ve never been able to lie, not to him or anyone. I wouldn’t be able to keep up the ruse even if I did, so I don’t hesitate. “Yes. Once. Briefly. Just my nipples. I was so needy, Daddy. I broke your rule. I’m sorry.”

  He pinches my little buds hard and releases them. “I’m proud of you for being honest, blossom. I’m also proud of you for resisting the urge to stroke your pussy.”

  “I didn’t, Daddy. I promise. Except to shower, and then I forced myself not to think about anything except soaping my pussy quickly and rinsing, just like I always do.”

  “Good girl.” He smiles again, his fingers still molding my breasts. Finally, he releases them to grab the bottom edge of my nightie. He rolls the front of it up my body until the compact material is near my chin. “Open your mouth, blossom.”

  I comply, nerves making me shake.

  He sets the bunched-up nightie in my mouth. “Hold it there. Don’t let go. It will keep you from speaking out of turn and expose your sweet titties to everyone so they can see how damn sexy you are.”

  I whimper slightly but do as I’m told. Obviously I would have to release the nightie if I needed my safeword, but at that point the scene would slow or end anyway.

  Daddy’s hands trail back down m
y body, teasing my nipples mercilessly on the way. I sway from side to side as if I could possibly avoid his touch. I’m aware that he’s standing slightly to one side also, and that Beck has come closer, filming my every move from the opposite side. Levi is at his side, adjusting the umbrella looking thing that I know is for lighting.

  I shudder, tugging instinctively and uselessly on my legs, wanting to pull them together.

  Master Roman takes my chin. “Look at me, Lucy.”

  I blink at him, trying to focus, trying not to let my mind get away from me.

  “That’s my girl. Ignore Beck and Levi. They don’t exist. No one in this room exists except you and I.”

  I nod, my mouth watering.

  Daddy’s hands are back on my body, trailing lower, smoothing over my outer thighs and then the fronts of them. Warming me. Making me crave his touch more specifically between my legs. My panties are soaked. I thrust my pussy forward the scant distance I can.

  “So needy…”

  Always. For him, always.

  He traces the edge of my panties again, trailing along my belly. They are lower than my usual panties, but not low enough to give me relief from this torture.

  When he drags one finger lightly over the top of my panties between my legs, I moan. It feels so good. I don’t even care who’s watching or filming. I need to come so badly. I have pent-up arousal that won’t abate until I’ve come about ten times.

  Master Roman takes several steps away from me, causing me to glance at my audience. Julius and Claudia are watching from their chairs as if they are at a performance. They are. Beck is looking intently through the camera, so close that he can surely see every blemish on my skin. Levi is right next to him, holding up the umbrella thingy. His gaze is on me. Abby is on her knees facing away from me.

  Master Roman returns. He has removed his white T-shirt and shoes, leaving him barefoot with nothing but his hip-hugging jeans—jeans I so rarely see him in. So sexy. He’s also holding a vibrating wand in his hand. A large one. I stiffen. If he touches me with that, I will come immediately. I need the release, but I hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. He usually likes to drag things out.