Teaching Abby (Surrender Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  “No.” My voice croaks. It feels perfect. If it’s smaller than the erection I saw between his legs though, we’re going to have a problem later.

  “Use the word yellow to get me to slow down if it gets to be too much.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I bite my lip, glad Beck isn’t in the room. I can’t keep myself from that habit. Besides, why would I care? If Beck sees me biting my lip and spanks me like he did last night, I won’t complain.

  Levi inches the dildo into me a little at a time, and then draws it completely out and circles my clit with it again.

  My legs are quivering. I’m not sure I can keep them parted.

  And then I gasp. Suddenly the phallic object is vibrating. The pressure against the base of my clit is overwhelming. I suck in a deep breath and hold it, welcoming the rise of pleasure. Why have I never purchased a vibrator? There’s no way to describe how much more intense the feeling is. I was already flying in the clouds when he turned it on. Now I’m disconnected from my body.

  I press my legs wider, praying if I do as I’m told, Levi will let me come soon. Or not.

  He drags the dildo down between my folds again and then presses it several inches into me. A new wave of sensation takes over, making me wish he could be in both places at once. I’m going to come in either case. I’m pretty certain I could prove Julius wrong and come from penetration alone, but I don’t want to. Clitoral stimulation is even better. If I were assaulted with both at the same time, I’d probably collapse in a pile of goo.

  As Levi eases the vibrator in and out of me, I realize I’m going to get it all. The entire package. Not now, but eventually. With three of them, they can take care of my nipples, my clitoris, and my vagina at the same time. The logistics are blurring in my head, but I know it’s going to happen, and I’m going to fly through the heavens.

  “Tell me where you want the vibe, sweetness. Here,” he thrusts it partway into me. “Or here.” He draws it out to press against my clit.

  “Both,” I moan.

  He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.” He enters me with the dildo again, but this time something else lands on my clit.

  I cry out. Whatever is touching me now has a wider flat head, and it’s situated perfectly against my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head. I can’t breathe. I don’t even want to. Who has time to worry about breathing when all their attention is drawn to their sex?

  My legs have no blood flow. They’re trembling. I don’t care. I focus on the growing need inside me. It’s going to explode, and it’s going to be huge. “Levi… Sir…” I cry out, planting my feet and lifting my butt off the mattress.

  Both items disappear.

  I whimper. “Please. Oh, God. Levi, please, Sir. Please let me come.”

  “Legs wider. Ass on the bed,” he orders.

  I do as I’m told, lifting my feet once more so that I won’t be tempted to control this scene.

  “That’s my girl.” The newest vibrator lands on my clit again, pressing into my sensitive skin. I could come from this alone. I get that. I’m so close. And then the first vibrator slides into my channel again. It begins to fuck me. Fast. I’m not sorry. It feels so damn good.

  “Come, Abby. Now.”

  I instantly tip over the edge, both my inner walls and my swollen nub pulsing violently. I’m falling so hard it scares me. And that’s the last thing I know.

  Chapter 31

  Abby

  When I wake up the next time, I’m still in bed, but this time I’m wrapped in Julius’s arms. He’s leaning against the headboard, rocking me in his lap. I’m not as startled this time. The feel of a man’s arms around me is still foreign, but it’s also growing on me.

  I’m still naked. I assume I’ll be naked most of the time if they have their way. I’m also chilly, and I curl into myself on Julius’s lap.

  Julius leans forward and when he leans back again, he wraps me in a soft blanket. “Sorry, baby. You switched from burning hot to cold in an instant.”

  A hand lands on my exposed ankle. “She passed out from the orgasm. I don’t know how she’s going to react when we try to enter her.” Levi’s voice.

  “Is something wrong with me, Sir?” I ask, concerned. I realize I’ve done this several times now.

  “No, baby. Nothing’s wrong with you. You just feel intensely. It happens to some people. It’s not just the sex. I’m betting it’s the dominance more than anything. You’re sensitive to submission,” Julius informs me.

  Levi speaks again. “We’re going to give you a break for a while. Let you catch up. We’ve pushed you too hard.”

  I tip my head back and meet Levi’s gaze. “What if I don’t want a break, Sir?”

  He shakes his head, smirking. “Too bad. Our decision.”

  I’m shocked by my admission. I don’t even care if I pass out. I’m enjoying this training, as they call it. If training means I experience nirvana every few hours, I’m likely to give up my life and never leave.

  This thought shocks me and makes me draw into myself. I couldn’t stay here even if I wanted to. I’ve worked my entire life to become a lawyer. It’s in my blood. I get giddy when I read law journals the way some people feel when they eat ice cream.

  Or have sex.

  Shit. What if I like sex more than law? What if I’m addicted? Is that a thing?

  I shake my ridiculous thoughts from my head. Besides, there is no decision to make. My grandfather would be incredibly disappointed in me if I suddenly decided to abandon law to pursue videography. He fully supports my hobby, but never once have we discussed it as a career choice. It’s by unspoken assumption that I will, of course, attend law school. Plus, law school is my dream too. I can’t wait to start.

  Levi startles me when he crawls off the bed. “I’m going to fill the tub for you. Julius will bring you into the bathroom. We’ll leave you alone to soak.”

  I almost protest. The last time I had a bath, Julius was with me. It was divine. I want to feel the pressure of Levi’s cock against me just as badly. I want it inside me. If they spend much more time treating me with kid gloves, I might explode.

  If I complain, I suspect I’ll find myself waiting even longer.

  Chapter 32

  Abby

  True to their word, no one touches me for the rest of the day. I miss the contact. My body is constantly aroused. It doesn’t help that although they settled me in front of my laptop in Julius’s office for a large chunk of the day, they dressed me in nothing more substantial than another thin, see-through silk slip.

  I suppose I would feel far more naked without it, but my consistently exposed bottom and my jiggling breasts remind me I’m completely unprotected.

  On top of that, I’ve been watching my own damn sex videos all day. I’ve gone back and forth from shock and horror to arousal about a thousand times. The videos are so professional. I’m relieved that except for the time I was blindfolded, they never captured my face. No one would ever be able to recognize the rest of my naked body, especially since no one has ever seen it.

  I’m sitting in a corner of the library, curled up on the soft leather sofa, my feet tucked under me, laptop on my knees. The men have come in and out of the room from time to time, never leaving me fully alone, but not bothering me either.

  I take a deep breath and open another file, finding myself face to face with my own denuding. It’s mesmerizing. Every stroke of the razor across my mons makes me more aroused. I can’t seem to disassociate, pretend the woman on the counter with her legs forced wide is not me. Hell, it wouldn’t matter. Even if I didn’t know who she was, I would still be horny from watching.

  But she is me, and I can feel the blade scraping across my sex as if it’s happening again right now. Wetness leaks from inside me. Apparently, I have an eternal ability to lubricate. I think I’ve been horny and wet for days on end.

  Someone clears their throat, and I jerk my gaze up to find Beck leaning over me. His hand is on the back of the sofa and his large fra
me is creating a shadow over my body. I can’t believe I didn’t notice him. He’s smiling.

  I quickly close the laptop before realizing the absurdity of my actions. It’s not as if he has no idea what I might be doing. And, he was there for the live version. I have nothing to hide.

  Beck reaches for the laptop and takes it from me. After setting it on the end table, he takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s go outside. The sun is out. The temperature is perfect. We don’t get many days like this in Seattle. You have to take advantage of them.”

  I scramble to my feet, wobbly from the fact that two seconds ago I was squirming with arousal.

  Beck leads me to the set of glass double doors that lead out to the back patio. Moments later, we’re standing in the sun. He releases me, faces me, and pulls his white polo shirt over his head, dropping it on a lounge chair.

  I lick my lips as my gaze wanders from his broad chest to the zipper he’s lowering on his khaki pants. He kicks off his shoes and then lowers his pants, steps out of them, and removes his socks.

  He’s naked. In broad daylight. In the backyard.

  I take a step back, aware of my own lack of clothing. The thin transparent slip I’m wearing covers almost nothing. I’ve been dressed like this for two days now, so I’m used to it, but not outside. I glance around while I bite into my bottom lip. What if there are gardeners or something? What if neighbors see us?

  Beck’s thumb lands on my lip, plucking it out from between my teeth. His voice is low and sexy when he speaks. “Do you do that on purpose because you enjoy my palm on your bottom?”

  I gasp and meet his gaze, shaking my head. “No, Sir.”

  He lifts a brow.

  “Sorry, Sir. It’s a habit. I’ve done it for years.”

  “It makes my dick hard. If you don’t stop it, I’ll end up fucking you all over the house with no regard for who might see us.”

  My face heats as I purse my lips, fighting the urge to bite the bottom one yet again.

  He steps closer, one hand smoothing around to cup the back of my neck, the other coming to the small of my back. “You’re shocked.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breath.

  “It’s refreshing.” His fingers thread up into my thick hair. “Our staff has caught us having sex before. They discreetly back out of any room that is currently being defiled.”

  My face grows hotter. I can’t yet fathom having sex period, let alone with an audience. The thought of someone catching us makes my knees weak.

  Beck draws me closer, his erection pressing between us. Though I’ve forced myself not to stare at it directly, I can’t keep myself from lowering my face to take in the precome leaking from the tip onto my silk slip. He slides both hands to my waist and then smooths them up so that his thumbs brush the undersides of my breasts and then flick over my nipples.

  I rise onto my toes, sucking in a sharp breath, grabbing his biceps with both hands. It’s amazing how aroused I can get so fast, especially considering how many times I’ve come since we started this unconventional arrangement.

  When I jerk my gaze back up, I find Beck’s eyes are dancing. He thrums my nipples again. I nearly melt against him before he suddenly releases me, backs up a step, and takes my hand again. He walks backward, luring me out of the shadow of the awning. It’s not until he lowers onto the first step inside the pool that I grasp his intention.

  “Beck…” I glance around again and then flinch and correct myself. “Sir.” He’s naked. I’m going to be a lot more naked if this thin silk gets wet.

  He grips my hand tighter and smiles. “The water is warm. I promise. We keep it heated.” He takes another step lower, not releasing me.

  “Sir, someone might see me,” I murmur.

  He lurches forward, grabs my waist, and lifts me into his arms.

  I can’t stop from giggling as my breasts flatten against his chest and I slide down until my feet are in the water.

  He walks backward, taking us deeper, his lips on my neck, my hands on his shoulders. As he lowers us into the water, I shudder. It’s warm enough, but the slip I’m wearing floats away from my butt, making me feel exposed. Beck keeps walking deeper until the water is over our chests. “Relax.”

  I lift a brow and then smirk.

  He narrows his eyes. “Are you defying me?”

  I shake my head. “Can I just point out how impossible that would be, Sir? Relaxing?”

  His hands slide up and down my sides as he sets my feet on the bottom of the pool. Now the water is over my shoulders, and I tip my head back to look at him. The slip has risen, floating higher, leaving me decidedly naked.

  “Beck… Sir… I’m naked. In the middle of the day. In broad daylight. In the pool.”

  He grabs the material that has gathered around my chest and whisks it over my head. “Now you’re naked.” He pulls me in close and kisses my nose, his hands roaming up and down my back, my breasts plastered to his chest again. “And it’s incredibly sexy. Especially your modesty.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’d hardly call my nervousness about public nudity modest.”

  “We’re not in public. We’re in the privacy of the yard.” His erection presses into my belly, and I find myself too curious to resist reaching between us to stroke it.

  He moans, but gives me a few inches, letting me explore. It’s thick and hard and velvety smooth. Not sure what I expected, but somehow not this. I’ve seen all three of their penises so far, but this is the first time I’m touching one.

  “Abby…” His voice trails off, but it sounds like a warning.

  I shove back, putting more space between us, lowering my gaze to watch my hand over his erection. “You’re the one who took off all your clothes and lured me into the pool. Surely you don’t mind if I touch you. Sir.” Bold words. Ones that earn me a not unexpected reprimand.

  “Abigail,” he responds.

  I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been a bit mouthy for the last few minutes. I remember telling Levi that no one calls me Abigail unless I’m in trouble. Obviously he either shared this information with Beck or Beck made this decision naturally.

  His hand wraps around mine and he removes my fingers from his length. “That’s enough.” He drags my hand behind my back, gathers it with my other one, and holds both wrists with one of his.

  Before I can think, his free hand clasps one of my breasts, molding to it, pinching my nipple, making me arch as I moan. When he releases my breast, his hand lowers to my sex, and seconds later, he thrusts a finger into me.

  I gasp. My vision swims. This is unexpected. I can’t think as that finger draws almost out and then thrusts in deeper, his palm landing on my clit. Again. And again. And then it’s gone.

  My eyes shoot open, and I meet his gaze with my blurry vision. “Sir…”

  He’s staring at me with narrowed eyes. “That’s better.”

  “I need…” I can’t even articulate what I need. Besides, he’s well aware.

  “Is that so?”

  I lick my lips, aware of my stiff nipples as the water laps at them and the pulsing need between my legs.

  He backs me up and sets me down on the second step at the edge of the pool, releasing my wrists. The water level is even with my nipples here, and my face is level with his erection.

  He sets one hand on my shoulder and clasps his penis with the other, circling it, loosely running his palm up and down the length. “You want to explore?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond. That’s exactly what I want to do.

  “Ask permission next time.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I blink up at him, feeling reprimanded. Feeling aroused.

  He nods. “Go ahead.” He releases his erection and wades slightly closer.

  I tentatively reach out and drag a finger from the base to the tip. He’s standing two steps lower than me, so the water reaches up to his thighs, leaving his length above the water level.

  When I wrap my palm around him, he moans, emboldening me to draw my hand up and down t
he shaft. A drop of white leaks from the tip.

  “Taste it, angel,” he encourages.

  I lean closer and flick my tongue through the slit. Salty. Heady.

  Beck leans closer. “Wrap your lips around me,” he demands.

  I love the tone of his voice and the way his hand has moved to the back of my neck to grip me. I feel powerful. I’m doing this to him. And he likes it.

  I bend my head down and suck him into my mouth, shocked by how large he is and how firm. I descend as far as I can and then run my tongue up and down his length inside my mouth.

  “Abby…”

  Yeah, this is amazing. Almost as good as the things all three men have done to me. I find I like being the giver instead of the receiver. They have hardly let me touch them. This is a first.

  I keep sucking, going deeper with each pass until Beck grips my neck. “Angel, either stop or swallow. Your choice. I’m going to come.”

  I hesitate a moment and then suck him again, harder. I want nothing more than to swallow my first blowjob. No setting could be more perfect than here in the sun on the edge of the pool.

  As I move faster, pumping my face on and off of him, he groans. The moment his fingers dig into my neck more forcefully, I suck him into the back of my throat. The force of his orgasm shocks me for a second, nearly choking me before I remember to swallow. And I’m equally surprised by how many pulses of his come hit the back of my throat.

  I keep up, however, not wanting to let him down, not wanting to let myself down. Finally, he is spent, which I know from the way his fingers and his body relax. I ease him out of my mouth, lick my lips, and tip my head up to meet his gaze. “Did I do it right, Sir?”

  Chapter 33

  Master Beck

  Abby’s lips around my cock is the sweetest picture I’ve ever seen. Women have given me blowjobs before of course, but none like this. None with this intensity, determination, and innocence. None that made me want to sweep her into my arms and run away with her to a secluded island where I can spend the rest of my life worshiping her body the way she deserves.