Teaching Abby (Surrender Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  My life is so perfect that most of the time I can’t stop grinning. Not only did I meet three men who have rocked my world and molded me into the most perfect version of myself, but I get to do a job I love as far more than a hobby for the next year until I start school again.

  I know I still want to go to law school. It’s in my blood. I’ve deferred my education for a year, and I still intend to go back. Meanwhile, I’m living my best life.

  Levi steps up behind me, wraps his arms around my middle, and kisses my neck. “Who are we shooting, sweetness?” he repeats.

  “Me,” I breathe out on a whisper.

  He jerks back and spins me around, one brow lifted. “You?”

  “Yep.”

  The brow goes higher.

  I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”

  “And whose idea was this?”

  “Mine, Sir,” I murmur. Until five seconds ago, my plan seemed brilliant. Suddenly, I get the feeling I’m going to be in trouble.

  “Is that so?”

  I lower my gaze. “Can you just trust me? It’s for a good cause, Sir.” I know all three of them are going to balk at the idea of me planning my own scene. I’m going to get an earful about topping from the bottom and trying to direct my masters. I’m prepared for this, but it will be worth it when they find out what I’ve planned.

  He chuckles. “A good cause, huh. Interesting.” He glances around. “You have six cameras running. Do you think you’ve covered all possible angles?” he jokes.

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond seriously. This scene is going to be my masterpiece. They will not be disappointed. They have hours and hours of video of me submitting to them. I’ve edited almost all of it myself. But this one is going to be different.

  “Okay then. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, sweetness, but I’m skeptical. I don’t usually take orders from my submissive.”

  “I know, Sir.” I use my most demure submissive voice to respond to him. “Can you get Beck and Julius to join us?”

  He lifts my chin and meets my gaze, trying to read my expression. “Sure. How about if you get naked and kneel on the rug while I’m gone.”

  I nod. “Yes, Sir.” That was my plan all along. I don’t tell him this.

  Levi ascends the stairs, and I remove my negligee, putting it in the smaller closet so it doesn’t show up in any of the camera angles. I hurry from one camera to the next, making sure they’re all ready to go and hitting record.

  When I descend to my knees in a perfect submissive position, the cameras are running. Moments later, all three men come from upstairs.

  “I see what you mean,” Julius states. “Someone’s been hard at work down here.”

  “Interesting,” Beck adds as he circles me. “Since when did we decide to let Abby choose when, where, and how she’ll be submitting to us? Did I miss a meeting? The one where she became the Domme?”

  Levi chuckles. “She seems to have a plan in mind. She asked me to trust her. I say we give her the benefit of the doubt and play along.” They speak of me as if I’m not here. I shudder, loving the sound of their voices as much as I did the day I met them.

  “Hmm.” Julius steps in front of me, takes my chin, and tips my head back. His expression is quizzical, a mixture of dominance and fun. He’s staring at me with intense eyes, but his lips are quirked up, making me think he’s amused. “I’ll agree to the request for a scene and overlook the fact that you’ve planned it without permission as long as you stop dictating it right now.” He lifts a brow. “Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” This is exactly what I’d hoped for. I want the video to be authentically me. I don’t want to direct the scene. I just wanted to ensure it happened.

  “However,” Julius continues. “You’ll still be punished for this later, no matter what your motives were.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I tremble slightly. Surely Julius is smart enough to realize that threatening to punish me only makes me more aroused. I’ll eagerly look forward to whatever he has planned for later.

  He releases my chin and tips my face back toward the floor with a palm on the top of my head. “I think we’re going to need the bench and some restraints.”

  Perfect. Exactly what I was hoping. I didn’t get out any apparatus. All I did was arrange the cameras and plant my naked self on my knees. The rest is up to them. I know it’s wrong of me to direct this at all, and there’s a good chance I’ll regret it in subtle ways this evening, but I’m confident the result is worth it.

  “Come here, angel,” Beck requests after arranging the padded bench.

  I rise perfectly, having been taught by the best trainers in Seattle. They’ve made me lower to my knees and rise to my feet countless times in the last three months, until I got it right.

  I flinch slightly as I climb up on the padded leather bench and situate my forearms and knees in a comfortable position. What causes me hesitation is the leather cuffs Levi is holding with the intent to restrain me.

  I’ve been on this bench before. I’ve also filmed other submissives on this bench. I have not been restrained on it yet. A thrill rushes through me, mixed with nervous energy. It increases as Levi secures my wrists and ankles. I close my eyes and force myself to breathe as Julius adjusts the knee pads so that my thighs spread obscenely wide. A moment later, he wraps a band around my waist so that I can’t squirm in any direction.

  “One of the benefits of having three Doms, baby girl, is that we don’t need to implement any safety measures when we restrain you.” He tightens the waist band with a sharp tug that takes my breath away. “We can padlock you to the floor if we choose. After all, the concern over something happening to the Dom and leaving you unable to escape doesn’t apply in our arrangement, does it?”

  “No, Sir,” I murmur. Hairs stand up on my arms. He’s tormenting me. Such sweet torment. I’m already wet from his voice. The words were icing on the cake. Levi has restrained me several times. He enjoys it. Especially when I sleep in his bed. He likes to attach my wrists to the headboard and leave me like that for hours while he forces me to hover on the edge of an orgasm.

  “I think today is the perfect day to mark your sweet bottom with my favorite paddle,” Julius declares.

  “Hmm.” This comes from Levi. “I was picturing those little suction cups you have. They would look perfect tormenting her nipples, tugging them deliciously toward the floor.”

  “Good idea.” Julius heads for the closet.

  I swallow, praying I have not made a mistake in arranging this scene.

  Beck strokes my bottom, sending tingles down my thighs. “The little cups will sway every time we swat her bottom.”

  For several minutes, Beck and Levi touch me. Everywhere except where I most crave their attention. They smooth their hands up and down my thighs and over my belly and breasts. They stroke my back and butt cheeks until I’m squirming against my restraints, unable to move very far in any direction.

  Julius returns.

  I wince as Levi pinches one of my nipples without warning, tugging on it. Moments later, he releases it and then surrounds the offended tip with what looks like a small, clear, hourglass-shaped cup. He gives the base a squeeze, and my tit gets sucked into the device.

  I gasp. It doesn’t hurt too bad, but it feels weird. He hands the other one to Julius who attaches it to my other nipple.

  Levi taps my breast, making it sway. The little cups remain affixed. I can see my nipples through the clear sides, swollen and distended.

  Julius steps behind me, parts my folds, and thrusts two fingers into me without hesitation. “That’s what I thought,” he states, finding me soaked and feeling the need to point that fact out to everyone in the room. He’s holding a paddle I’ve never seen before. The one he has spoken of a few times with the little heart-shaped cutout in the middle. I can see it perfectly because he has circled my body and stands at my head now, tapping his palm with the paddle. Teasing me.

  I’m so aroused that I whimper.

  “I’m
going to spank your bottom with this paddle. Hard. It will take your breath away. But I will only do it once on each cheek. Your bottom will be a gorgeous shade of pink, with a little white heart in the middle.”

  I shiver, squeezing my cheeks together against the impending torment.

  He keeps speaking. “If you’re a good girl and stay very still, I’ll let you come after I swat you.”

  I’ll be good. He knows I will. I’m always good. I’m a pleaser.

  The first swat lands hard and fast and takes my breath away, leaving my bottom burning from the impact. I close my eyes and will myself to remain immobile and quiet so that he will also take my pussy. I’m aware of my nipples as they jiggle forward and backward from the force of Julius’s paddle.

  The second swat actually seems worse than the first, and I gasp at the pain as it slowly subsides. I can’t wait to see what the two little hearts look like, and I hope one of the cameras is at the right angle to pick them up.

  Two fingers thrust into me, a hand at the small of my back. “Soaked,” Julius declares. “Precious. Gorgeous.”

  I can’t breathe, and I lift my face several inches off the bench. I want to wrap my lips around Levi or Beck, but they’re both dressed. I whimper. I’ve grown accustomed to having one of them in my mouth while my pussy is filled. Apparently not this time.

  Julius adds a third finger and fucks me harder, thrusting in and out, his thumb hitting my clit with every pass.

  I can’t move. I’m so strapped down that I can’t escape this pleasure. The sting all over my bottom is subsiding, but still tingles with the residual sensation of being spanked. I can’t believe just a few months ago I found it impossible to understand the lure of being restrained and spanked. Now I live for this sort of thing. And I’m granted more than I can handle every day.

  My orgasm rises to the surface quickly. The fact that this position is new to me, the suction on my nipples is just enough to make me overly aware of them, and the paddle was also unexpected sends me to the edge. In less than a minute, I’m coming, pulsing around Master Julius’s fingers as he keeps thrusting.

  “That’s my girl,” he croons. “So sexy.”

  Chapter 58

  Abby

  I’m still recovering emotionally from the scene in the basement when I find myself on my knees in the dining room wearing one of the thin, silk slips my masters favor.

  My head is spinning from the revelation that we’re having a guest for dinner. Apparently, Julius’s best friend Roman has had some sort of disagreement with his submissive, Lucy, and she’s coming here to spend the night. In fact, she’s already here. She’s with Roman and Julius’s other friend, Claudia, in the library.

  I haven’t met Lucy, but I’ve heard she’s a little, and I’ve done enough research to understand what that means on some level. I also know Lucy has been with Roman for three years, so I’m shocked to hear they’re having problems. I feel sad for both of them.

  I won’t have permission to speak to her beyond introductions tonight, so my curiosity will have to wait for another day. I’m already being punished for my little stunt downstairs, directing my own scene as if I’m some sort of Domme myself.

  Part of my punishment is that I’m not allowed to sit at the table or speak to anyone tonight. I also haven’t been fucked. After that one orgasm, I’ve been denied anyone’s direct attention. None of them have removed a stitch of clothing. I’m content though. They won’t be disappointed when they find out why I took the risk I did today.

  I’m deep in thought when Claudia and Lucy enter the dining room, and true to their word, my masters grant me only a moment to stand and shake her hand in introduction before I’m back on my knees next to Levi at the head of the table.

  As the meal is served, conversation goes on around me without my input. Levi touches me often, including a quick pinch to my nipples after setting down his ice-cold water glass. His fingers are freezing and wet, making me whimper and squirm.

  He hands me a plate of pasta, which I eat, carefully balanced on my knees. It’s not the first time I’ve eaten in this precarious position. I’ve gotten good at it.

  When I finish, he surprises me by dismissing me to go to my room. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect punishment than to be excluded from the rest of their evening. It will give me time to accomplish the other half of today’s mission.

  I practically run from the room and up the stairs, smiling broadly as I open my laptop and get to work.

  Chapter 59

  Master Julius

  When I open Abby’s bedroom door several hours later, Beck and Levi on my heels, I’m surprised to find her sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crisscrossed, computer in her lap. She’s still wearing the thin slip we put on her earlier, and she lifts her gaze and grins wide.

  Every time her face lights up like that, it brings me to my knees. She is my life. She is the light in all our lives. I can’t believe how lucky we are.

  I’m also curious about what has her so excited this time, and I still have questions about her stunt earlier in the day.

  “I have a surprise for you, Sirs.” She sits up straighter.

  “Is that so?” Levi smirks as he sits on the edge of the bed.

  Beck sits across from Levi. “Does it have anything to do with a naughty little submissive who tried to control her own scene?”

  “It has everything to do with my antics.” She spins the laptop around and settles it in front of her.

  I stand at the foot of the bed, leaning forward, my palms on the mattress so I can see what she’s up to.

  She dramatically hits play and then sits back.

  I’m not surprised to find she has already edited our scene from earlier. She’s very good at the task. She can edit nearly anything to any length in a short time. She has an eye for it.

  Suddenly, I gasp, shocked. My body freezes as I glance at her face.

  Levi and Beck do the same thing at the same time.

  “You included your face,” I point out unnecessarily.

  She nods, grinning wider.

  “Angel…” Beck’s voice is reverent. He reaches for her. “Why did you do this? We’ve never included anything that would give away your identity.”

  “I did it for you. I did it because I knew you would be pleased.” She swallows. “I did it because I want you to know I trust you.” She wipes away a tear now. “I did it because I love you. All of you.” She smiles through the tears, glancing around at all of us.

  “Sweetness…” Levi reaches for her and wraps a hand around her neck.

  I climb up the end of the bed and crawl toward her.

  Beck takes the computer away and puts it on the end table.

  Suddenly we’re all in her space, stroking her skin, watching her expression. I’m so filled with emotion, it takes me a moment to speak. “I love you too, baby.” I can’t believe she did this, but she’s right, I’m no longer in the mood to punish her for controlling the scene. The only way she could have pulled off this surprise was to set up the cameras herself.

  “I’ve never said those words before, but I love you too, angel,” Beck states as he kisses her gently.

  Levi tugs her legs so that she falls on her back. He hovers over her. “I love you too, sweetness. So much it hurts.” He pushes her slip up her body.

  I’m sure we’re all in agreement that her punishment is over. It’s time to show her how much we love her with our bodies. It’s time to remove some clothes.

  As if we all think the same thing at the same time, the three of us jump off the bed and strip.

  Abby scoots back, still smiling, and reaches for a pile of papers I haven’t noticed on the bedside table. She holds them up. “One more surprise.”

  I drop my jeans on the floor and meet her gaze. “What is that, baby?” My heart is so full that I can’t imagine anything she could possibly give us that would make me happier than I am right now.

  But I’m wrong. The moment I take the papers
from her, Beck and Levi leaning over my shoulders, I know she can indeed make me happier. “Are you sure about this?” My hand is shaking. “You don’t have to do this. No one is asking you to. We can figure something else out. We’ve told you that a dozen times.”

  She shrugs, still smiling. “I’m positive.” She giggles as she spins around and crawls to the edge of the bed, rocking forward, her fucking amazing tits swaying under the silk of her slip.

  “Abby…” Beck breathes out.

  “Sweetness,” Levi adds as he sets the papers on the bedside table once again.

  She giggles again. “It’s what I want. It’s right. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

  I roll my eyes before lunging forward and pulling her off the bed so that she’s standing in the circle of our love. I kiss her face and neck and shoulders, fighting with two other mouths as we each show her our appreciation.

  It only takes a moment for all of us to fall onto the bed, ravaging her until she cries out from the number of mouths suckling every inch of her sweet body. I can’t wait to be inside her. None of us can. And we waste no time, each of us vying for position as we take turns tormenting her nipples, kissing her mouth, and thrusting into her tight warmth.

  She’s ours, and she has gone above and beyond to prove how much we mean to her.

  Two hours later, all of us spent and breathing heavily, she’s lying in my arms where I lean against the headboard. I glance at the papers once again. “Seattle University, huh? I’ve heard they have a good law school.”

  She smiles languidly, tracing a finger up and down my arm. “It’s not Harvard, but…”

  Levi lurches forward to tickle her side. “Hey there. I went to Seattle University. Don’t poke fun. It’s a good school. I turned out all right.”

  She squirms until he stops tickling her. Breathless, she’s still smiling. “That’s just the application, mind you. I still have to get in.”

  Beck chuckles. “Like they wouldn’t take you.”