Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Adriana Hunter

  “Yes, Master. I understand.”

  His hand struck me again. My ass was burning, the sting of this slap adding to the heat of the first two…or three?

  “You’re being punished for speaking when not spoken to. Do you understand that?”

  Slap. “Yes, Master. I understand.”

  “Apologize, Abby.” His hand struck me again.

  “I am sorry, Master, for disobeying you.”

  The rest of the slaps melded into one searing sensation of heat across my ass. And then he was done, moving away from me. I was breathing hard, no longer crying.

  “Your punishment is done and it’s in the past. I won’t bring it up again. If you have questions, you can ask me now. Or we can talk later. You may stand up.”

  Jake was standing a few feet away. I looked up at him, not sure what to expect, anger maybe. But his eyes held pain, as if he’d been struck himself.

  “Do you have any questions?”

  “No, Master.” I held his gaze. He took a deep breath, as if coming to a decision.

  “We can continue with the session or we can stop. I’ll leave that decision up to you, Abby. You may speak freely now.”

  He stood motionless, no hint of expression on his face, save the pain in his eyes. I had no way of knowing if he wanted to continue or not; his body gave nothing away. I took a deep breath, surprising myself with my answer.

  “I want to continue.”

  He arched an eyebrow at me. “You’re sure? Don’t do this because you think it may be what I want. Your enjoyment of this is just as important as mine, your comfort and safety are the most important thing to me. I would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. I hope you know that.”

  I nodded. “I’m fine. I disobeyed; I received my punishment. But I still want the session.” I was amazed at my clarity. I truly wanted to experience whatever Jake had planned for me.

  “Alright.” He took a step toward me. “It won’t be a very long session, Abby. You’re back under silence again. Do you understand?”

  “No, Master.”

  “What do you have questions about, Abby?” He watched me intently.

  “Silence as in no sound, or just no speaking?”

  He smiled. “You can make any sounds you like, including any expletives. Just no talking to me or…” he moved closer “…no expletives directed at me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  We walked back to the other end of the room. He had me stand where I had been earlier, picking up an ice cube and walking toward me.

  I held still, watching, as he stopped in front of me. I could feel the heat from his body, smell that rich scent that belonged only to him. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I opened them, he was looking down at me.

  The ice on my nipple was colder than I could have imagined. I sucked breath through my teeth, but did not cry out…or speak. I looked down, watching in amazement as the nipple contracted, the sensation of pain—but not quite pain—intense but not unbearable. There was a simultaneous thump deep in my body, centered somewhere south of my navel.

  Jake applied the ice cube to the other nipple. I was expecting the sensation this time but it still took my breath away. When he stepped back, both nipples were hard, harder than I’d ever experienced, sticking out from my breasts. He bent down, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I cried out then, the heat of his tongue flicking against the icy nipple an exquisite torture. He moved to the other, sucking hard, pulling the nipple into his mouth. I arched against his mouth, longing to hold his head against my breasts, clenching my hands at my sides.

  After tormenting me with his tongue, Jake lifted his head, his breath catching in his throat. With infinite care, he threaded one end of the nipple clamp chain through the ring on my collar, letting the ends dangle against my breasts. He reached for one, looking up at me briefly.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Master.” My voice was a whisper, my body suddenly thrumming with excitement. Jake looked at me for a moment, hesitating slightly. But whatever he saw on my face, in my eyes, made him smile; that dark smile that drove a spike of pleasure through my body.

  Jake pinched my nipple along with some of the areola behind it with his fingers, attaching the clamp. I cried out; the pressure was intense, the sensations coursing through my body amazing. He quickly attached the other clamp. He stood back, breathing hard, looking down at his handiwork.

  I looked down as well at both nipples held by the clamps. The chain through my collar put enough pressure, pulled them just enough, to increase the electricity throbbing through my body. I knew that I was very wet; there had been an instant flush of heat through my pussy with a corresponding rush of wet warmth.

  Jake reached out, grabbing me by the hips, pulling me toward him, pressing my body gently against his. My nipples rubbed against his chest, sending waves of feelings through my body. I cried out, my chain making a soft noise as it slipped through the ring on my collar.

  He leaned back slightly, the only contact now at our hips, the heat of his erection against my naked skin, made all the more erotic by the thin covering of fabric. He rubbed himself against me for a moment, his eyes half closed as he watched my breasts swaying, the nipples protruding, watched his cock brushing against my skin.

  “Come with me.” Jake took me to the bed, instructing me to climb up on my hands and knees. He stripped his sweat pants down his legs, his hard cock rising from the apex of his thighs.

  He got on the bed behind me, holding my hips in his hands. My ass was still stinging from my spanking and I imagined how red my skin must be, what Jake was seeing. The uncomfortable feeling of being exposed rose up again and I struggled to fight it down.

  The weight of the chain tugged at my nipples, increasing the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. And then there was Jake, rubbing his cock against my ass, sliding it over my heated skin. There was a deep clenching inside me, something dark and primal on the verge of breaking loose.

  But he didn’t enter me. He held himself pressed against me, gently rocking me back and forth. The chain began swinging back and forth, faster as Jake increased his movement.

  Suddenly Jake grabbed my hair, tugging my head back. The chain pulled tight against the clamps; my cry was equal parts pain and pleasure. He held me there, suspended in that space for a long moment. He released my hair and my head dropped forward, the tension against my nipples reduced. I gasped for breath, mouth open, eyes closed.

  I felt Jake reach one hand down, sliding against the fullness of my breast. He unclamped the nipple clamp, reaching down to the other, releasing it as well.

  There was a moment of confusion in my brain; there was a brief suspension of time where there was no sensation in my nipples at all. I thought something was wrong.

  But then there was a flood of something else, a wave of prickly heat, sudden and intense. I cried out loudly, almost a scream.

  In that instant, Jake thrust into me. And in the next instant I came, my body convulsing beneath him, my hips taking on a life of their own, bucking and twisting. My nipples were throbbing, sending jolts of electricity through my body, straight to every nerve ending in my pussy. And Jake’s cock was there, thrusting back against every part of me that was aroused, his body rubbing against the tender skin of my ass.

  There seemed to be no end to this. I was dimly aware of Jake’s noises behind me but I had no conscious thoughts about him at all, other than the sensations his cock was producing in my body. There was heat and a flood of something very wet and then I was lying on the bed, breathing heavily. Jake was next to me, cradling my body against his, brushing damp hair from my forehead.

  I opened my eyes, focusing on his face. He traced a line down my face, over my shoulder, down my arm, raising a line of goose bumps. His forearm brushed against my nipple and I cried out softly, pulling away. And then I cringed. Had I disobeyed again?

  He leaned forward, kissing my forehead. “You’re o
kay, Abby. The session’s ended. You’re out of your role now.”

  “Oh.” I was weak, my body and mind moving in slow motion.

  “You were out of it there at the end. I didn’t think you heard me.”

  He shifted on the bed, letting me rest my head and shoulders on his chest, my sensitive nipples safe from accidently brushes and touches.

  “Do you need anything, Abby?” Jake’s voice was soft, his breath stirring my hair.

  “Maybe later. Something for my backside.” I closed my eyes. “Right now I’m sleepy.”

  “Then rest. We can talk later, when you’re ready.” He moved away, coming back to cover me with a blanket, tucking a pillow beneath my head. The soft warmth enveloped me and I was instantly asleep.

  The room was darker when I woke up. I was disoriented, the bed unfamiliar beneath me, the blanket not one from my own bed. Then I remembered; the tower room.

  There was a light coming from behind me. I sat up, wincing as my tender skin came in contact with the bed.

  “Ouch. Shit.” I muttered to myself. There was a chuckle from somewhere. I turned, startled. Jake was sitting in an arm chair in the corner, reading a book, a floor lamp casting a circle of yellow light around him. He set the book on a small table next to the chair.

  “How do you feel?” He stood, coming to stand by the edge of the bed. He was wearing a pair of well-loved jeans, faded and worn with a few holes evident here and there, and a clean white t-shirt. I had the impression he’d had a shower. He smelled clean and looked refreshed.

  “I’m sore.” I got up on my knees, which seemed to be the most comfortable position at the moment. I noticed the collar and nipple clamps were gone.

  “I have something that will help.” Jake went to the cabinet. I was struck again by his grace; just watching him walk across the room was a sensual experience.

  He came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Lay down on your stomach.”

  I peered at what he had in his hand. He held it out, showing me the label. It was a tube of arnica gel.

  “We should have done this right away, but you were out and I really didn’t want to wake you up by rubbing your ass.” He laughed suddenly, a deep rich sound.

  “Actually, waking you up by rubbing your ass would be something I’d really enjoy. But on a different day.”

  I giggled. “I’d probably like that, but, yeah, not tonight.” I settled on my stomach. “What time is it?”

  “It’s after ten. You’ve been asleep for about three hours or so.”

  “Holy cow. Really?” I felt his hands skimming over my skin, the gel cool and soothing, the smell vaguely green and organic.

  “It’s not as red as it was earlier; this will help keep it from bruising.”

  His hands were gentle, moving over my skin. My mind went back to our first time together, the massage he’d given me in front of the fire. I relaxed, letting my body sink into the bed.

  “Is there anything you want to talk about, Abby? Anything that confused your or you didn’t understand?”

  “Well, it’s all a bit vague and distant at the moment.” He’d stopped rubbing the arnica on my skin. I rolled onto my side, leaning on the pillow.

  “Did you enjoy punishing me?”

  Jake seemed started by my question; I got the impression it wasn’t what he expected. He was quiet for a moment, as if sorting through a complex puzzle.

  “Yes and no.” He looked at me, serious and earnest.

  “I have to admit that seeing you bent over the table…” I cringed, remembering my own image of what I looked like, none of them flattering. “…I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I got hard, really hard, really fast. If we hadn’t been in a session, I would have fucked you then and there.” He stopped for a breath.

  His face was flushed, his eyes bright. I waited, my heart fluttering in my chest. I hadn’t expected this. I really didn’t know what I expected.

  “But I knew, being in session, I couldn’t do that. I needed to remain in control, to follow through with what I’d said I was going to do. I respect you enough not to be capricious with this; if I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to follow through.

  “When I started talking, explaining to you this was punishment, any pleasure I felt went away, instantly. I didn’t enjoy punishing you. It hurt.”

  His eyes had grown dark. I reached out for him and he climbed up on the bed, lying down next to me. We held each other for a long time.

  Jake’s hands began moving over my body, gently exploring as if for the first time. He leaned down, kissing me softly, his lips moving over my mouth, his tongue feather-soft against my lips. Pulling away, he looked down at me in the dim light the lamp cast on the bed.

  “Can I touch you here?” He traced a finger over my breasts, sliding it down toward one nipple.

  “Yes, but not hard.” They were still sensitive, not painful, but every brush of the blanket…or now, Jake’s fingers…sent little waves of heat through my body.

  Slowly he touched me everywhere, his fingers sliding over my skin, lingering here and there, stroking softly. I was moaning against his mouth, relishing the slow gentle touches, so different from this afternoon’s session.

  I’d reached down, undoing the buttons on his jeans, running my hands over his cock. He sighed, burying his face in my neck.

  “Oh, god, Abby. It’s impossible to resist you.”

  “Why would you want to?” I’d never thought Jake wanted to resist me.

  He lifted his head. “I don’t really. But sometimes I think I cross the line from our agreed relationship into something more, something I know neither of us wants.” He kissed me, something urgent and passionate in his kiss.

  Was this really as complicated as it seemed? Did it need to be? I was beginning to feel I was the one in control here, sometimes more than Jake.

  “Don’t resist, Jake, give in. It’s not going change things for me.” I kissed him, pulling him down to me.

  “Think of it as after care.”

  ***

  We made love for a long time, slowly, Jake taking his time, holding me gently. There were no loud cries, no bucking and thrashing. I was carried away on a gentle current, my orgasm feeling like the stretch at the end of a yoga work out; my muscles relaxed, pliant, my body and mind at peace.

  Jake came with a low moan, his face buried in my neck. I felt him shudder briefly, holding himself still inside me, then a flooding warmth. He exhaled, slowly, pulling me against him, curling his body around mine.

  ***

  I woke a long time later, shivering in the chill air. The room was dark; Jake was lying next to me, his arm loosely flung across my waist. I watched him sleep for a long time, his face just visible in the light from one partially covered window.

  There was no reason for me to leave. I pulled the blanket back over my shoulder, jostling Jake in the process. I felt him stir next to me.

  “Go back to sleep,” I whispered in the dark. And he did, tightening his hold around my waist, pulling me back against his body.

  ***

  Jake fed me breakfast, insisting that I eat before I went home. I’d taken a long hot shower, methodically working through a vast array of scented shampoos, soaps, scrubs and other products I’d found in the bathroom in the tower. For a small bathroom in a guest wing, it was remarkably well-stocked.

  I took the confusing maze of hallways back to the main house rather than walking outside, making only one wrong turn on the way. The scent of food was as good as GPS though and I found Jake in the kitchen making French toast. I took a seat at the kitchen counter and a plate was placed in front of me, complete with fresh strawberries, and a dollop of what I believed was homemade whipped cream. I dove in, realizing I was famished.

  “Oh, my god, Jake. Where did you learn to cook?” He was leaning on the other side of the counter, watching me with amusement.

  “Living alone and getting tired of take-out and fast food. I’d had e
nough of instant noodles in college. As soon as I had my first apartment, I invested in a set of chef quality knives and cast iron cookware. And learned how to use them.”

  I was too busy chewing to do more than nod. Jake poured coffee for both of us, setting mine in front of me and coming around the end of the counter with his, and a plate piled high with French toast, to sit next to me.

  We ate in silence. I resisted the urge to lick my plate clean, instead using the last pieces of French toast to clean up the syrup and whipped cream. I sat back, sighing, relaxed and content.

  “Abby, there’s something I wanted to ask you.” Jake pushed his empty plate away, looking at me.

  “Okay. What is it?” There was hesitancy in his eyes, not quite the confident Jake I had grown use to.

  “I’d like us to go to a BDSM club. There’s one in Houston; I think it would be good for us to see how other doms and subs interact, maybe learn something.”

  He turned toward me, taking my hand. “I’m asking you…not demanding that you go. But I think it would be a good idea.”

  I thought about this for a minute. There didn’t seem to be a down-side. We’d get a different perspective, see how others acted. I nodded.

  “I think it’s a good idea. We’re kind of in our own little bubble here. Seeing others… meeting others…yeah. I think it would be good.”

  Jake’s face relaxed, a broad smile on his face. “Good. I’m glad. I’ll make the arrangements. From what I’ve heard about of the club, you need an invitation. I’ll take care of it and let you know when we can go.”

  ***

  Jake and I fell into a routine over the next couple weeks, while we waited for an invitation to the club. We’d have dinner during the week, spend the evening at Jake’s, in the bed in the tower room, and he’d drive me home later. During the week the bed was dressed in soft linens and blankets and pillows, a stark contrast from the plain black sheet of the weekend.