Julius pulls my skin tight with a hand on my belly, and then he slowly, meticulously swipes the razor over my labia.
I grit my teeth and hold my breath as he does this several times. He works lower too, making my face heat. He’s shaving around my butt hole. I squeeze my eyes closed and purse my lips again, trying not to focus on the camera.
I’m bombarded with sensations. Too much stimuli at once. Three men watching me, being naked, having my sex bared, and that camera…
“Take a breath, sweetness,” Levi says.
I peek at him without lifting my gaze. He hasn’t moved a muscle, the camera steadily trained on my swollen labia and shaving cream-covered mound.
Julius eases the razor up my thick patch of hair. He leans over to the sink, turns it on at a minimal flow, and rinses the razor. After dragging it across me two more times, he rinses again. This happens over and over until there’s no way anything is left.
My eyes are squeezed shut again, but I know I’m fully exposed because I can feel the air against my sensitive skin. Finally, Julius sets the razor down. I hear it clank in the sink. He turns the water pressure up and a few moments later, a warm, wet cloth lands on my sex.
“It’s over, baby,” Julius soothes. “I didn’t nick your skin anywhere. Don’t worry.” He wipes gently. “Open your eyes. Look how gorgeous your pussy is.”
I shiver again. At no point in my life have I used or even thought half the words these men have assigned to my body parts. Pussy is high on the list.
I force myself to look, stunned by the difference. My labia are pink and swollen. Throbbing from the attention. I can feel wetness at my entrance. My clitoris is pulsing too, the protection it was accustomed to gone.
And the camera is still running, capturing every inch of my most private skin.
No one lets me up though. I’m still being held open while Julius runs a fingertip over my mons. “So smooth,” he whispers as he uses two fingers to pull back my hood and then circles my swollen nub with the pointer of his other hand. “Your clit is gorgeous. Pink, wet, swollen, greedy.”
I whimper, soft sounds I don’t recognize coming from my mouth. I want to close my legs. I want to be left alone so I can pull myself back together.
But I also love the way three sets of eyes are staring at me reverently as if I’m precious. And secretly, in the naughtiest, bad-girl part of my brain, I can’t wait to see the video of them shaving me.
“Don’t let her come sitting on the counter like this. She might fall,” Beck murmurs.
Julius nods. “I won’t.” His gaze lifts to meet mine, but he continues speaking to his housemates. “She slides into a light subspace so easily.” He winks.
My cheeks heat.
Finally, Levi ends the video and sets it on the counter. He unbuckles my belt restraint, and both men ease my knees closer together, not releasing them.
I wince as my muscles rebel from being spread so wide.
“Deep breaths, angel,” Beck instructs as he and Levi massage my thighs. “We’ll work out the kinks.” Their hands are magic. I calm as they rub my muscles.
Finally, they release my legs gently, and Julius lifts me off the vanity. He turns me around, without releasing my waist and helps me toward the tub. My knees might have given out if he had left me to stand on my own. It’s only a few steps to the tub, and then I’m lifted again and lowered into the warm water.
I sigh as the heat encompasses me. It soothes me, but it also makes me more alert, and I lift my gaze to find all three men watching me. Levi and Beck are leaning against the counter casually. Julius’s gaze is on me, but he’s unbuttoning his shirt, slowly. Meticulously.
I set my hands on the edges of the tub, gripping the porcelain as if it will keep me from flying away. When Julius finally finishes and pulls his dress shirt over his shoulders, I lick my lips. He’s solid. Built. Tanned. His chest is completely bare of hair.
He unbuckles his belt next and then lowers his pants, stepping out of them as he bends down. I barely register this because my gaze is locked on his penis—the first one I’ve seen up close and personal like this.
It’s thick and hard and bobbing as he stands to his full six three once again.
When I jerk my gaze to his face, I find him smiling at me indulgently. His hand goes to his erection, wrapping around it and then stroking up from the base to the tip and back down. Angry veins bulge up and down the shaft.
As Julius saunters closer, he speaks in a low, deep, slow voice. “Close your mouth, baby, before you start drooling.”
I snap my lips shut, my face flushing, my head jerking forward so that I’m facing the faucet and none of these three men.
Julius’s shadow tells me he’s upon me, and then he shocks me by lifting one leg into the tub behind me. It’s a huge tub, and I’m currently sitting upright in the middle. I had not expected anyone to join me though, and I feel stupid for not realizing this while he stripped.
Moments later, he slides into the water behind me, his legs straddling my body. He sets his hands on my shoulders and guides me back against him. I have to let go of the edges of the tub. I’m stiff and uncertain. And I arch my back when I realize his erection is pressing against it.
He smooths his hands down my arms and around my belly, encouraging me to let my weight fall back. “It won’t bite, baby,” he whispers.
I close my eyes, embarrassed. “I know, Sir.” I force myself to relax against him.
His hands flatten on my stomach, his thumbs under my breasts, stroking gently. “Lean your head on my shoulder. Stop worrying about my cock. I’m not going to fuck you right now. We’re just relaxing in the tub.”
I try to loosen my muscles, my gaze sliding to the side to find Beck and Levi watching me, their expressions serious.
Beck comes closer, sets the camera on the edge of the vanity, peers through the viewfinder, and then turns it on. The flashing red light tells me I’m being filmed.
Levi nods. “We’re going to leave you two alone.” He steps forward, leans in, and kisses me softly on the lips.
When he steps back, Beck sets a hand on the edge of the tub and does the same thing, except he also strokes my chin with his fingers. He smiles as he finishes the kiss. “See you later, angel.”
I watch as they leave the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.
One of Julius’s hands slides up to cup my breast. “You’re too tense, baby.”
How does he think I could possibly be otherwise? My hands go to his thick thighs and grip them near his knees. “Sorry, Sir,” I mumble.
“I love the sound of that word on your lips,” he whispers in my ear. He shifts his other hand up to capture my other breast, and then he molds them both, his thumbs stroking over my nipples.
I whimper as they stiffen. I’ve never been this alive before. I had no idea the simple act of having someone touch my nipples would cause my body to respond like this.
“You’re so sensitive and responsive. We’re going to love bringing you into the light.”
“I still can’t wrap my head around being with one man, let alone three.”
“I know, baby, but you will. And think of the benefits. You’ll never want for sex while you’re with us.”
I turn my face toward him and meet his gaze. “I’m more worried about wanting less sex.”
He chuckles. “That won’t happen either. Trust me.”
Do I trust him? Yes. Oddly I do. I trust all three of them. That’s not really the issue. I’m more concerned with trusting myself. “You’re going to ruin me for other men. We haven’t even had sex, and already I think you have.”
“It is a risk. You’re not the first woman to tell us that.” He cringes as soon as those words leave his mouth. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t called for.”
I exhale slowly. “It’s not like I don’t know you’ve had other women. I mean, you told me you three have trained women here before.”
“I know, but I don’t need to remind you and th
row it in your face. It wasn’t intentional. Besides, I can tell you this arrangement with you is nothing like any other we’ve ever had.”
I stare at him blankly.
He must realize my confusion because he clarifies. “Every woman we’ve trained came to us. They asked for our tutelage. They were members or guests of Surrender who wanted to experience more. We have never sought out a woman, nor have we trained anyone who had no knowledge of BDSM.”
I nod. “What does this training entail, exactly?” I agreed to this arrangement this morning, which was a hundred years ago, but I’m still uncertain about what they intend. I notice he hasn’t chastised me for not calling him Sir.
He continues to toy with my breasts, making me squirm.
“Sit still, baby.”
I force myself not to move, but it’s difficult.
“That’s a good girl, and that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You turn yourself over to us to make choices for you. All of them. We each have a different style. You’ll spend time alone with each of us, and we’ll introduce you to different things.”
“Like what?”
He pinches my nipple. “Always use respect when you address any of us. Sir.”
I swallow. “Sorry. Like what, Sir?”
“For example, I tend to train the domestic side of a submissive. I’m not as strict as Beck and Levi, though I suggest you not test that theory. I like to be serviced, so I’ll give you tasks and see how you react.”
“Like cooking,” I point out, my face scrunching up. “That won’t go well for you. You’ll end up hungry, Sir.”
He chuckles. “We’ll see. Anyway, Levi is extremely sexual. He’ll push you sensually further than Beck or I. Beck is the strictest of us all. He lays down rules that are difficult to obey and enjoys punishing a submissive when she can’t live up to his expectation.”
I flinch.
Julius kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry. It’s intentional. You won’t be disappointed.”
I lean my face farther away from his, my brow drawn together. Skeptical. “He’s going to intentionally set me up for failure?”
“Probably, but only because you’re going to enjoy his punishment immensely. It makes his dick hard when he disciplines a woman, especially when she gets so aroused from it that she moans.”
I swallow. The one swat to my bottom from Julius made my sex pulse. I imagine several in a row would drive me to distraction.
I decide to change the subject, if for no other reason than to distract myself from the way Julius is playing with my breasts. “You guys filmed me naked twice today, Sir.”
“Yep.”
“Are you sure my face isn’t in the videos?” This is the most nerve-racking aspect of our agreement.
“Not personally. I didn’t shoot them, nor did I look at them. But tomorrow morning, it’ll be your job to edit them anyway. You can see for yourself and cut out anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He presses my breasts together.
I grab his forearms and tug. I need him to stop fondling me so I can think.
Julius kisses my neck. “Are you trying to control me?”
I sigh and then squirm. “Yes, Sir. I’m not used to this much attention. I’m not used to…”
“Feeling?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Put your hands next to your thighs and leave them there.”
I let go of his arms and lower my hands under the water, fisting them at my sides.
“Good girl. Close your eyes. Relax. Let yourself go.”
I try, but my mind is racing, filled with all the things he told me and all the things I’ve done and seen in the last two days.
Julius eases the grip he has on my swollen breasts and begins circling my nipples. “I never thought I’d say this to anyone, but I love that you have no experience and all your firsts will come from us.” His voice is gravelly. Deep. Intense. His fingers keep toying with me.
My breasts have received more attention in the last day than in their entire life. Of course, that’s not a stretch. No one has ever touched them intimately like this before. Not even me. Who knew they could be such an erogenous zone?
“You have sensitive nipples,” he points out.
I don’t respond.
“I can’t wait to put jewels on them.”
That makes me open my eyes and look at him. He mentioned clamps earlier. I can’t imagine what that might be like. Nor am I at all sure I want to.
He grins at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll pick something light and use minimal pressure the first time.” He pinches the tips for emphasis.
I squeeze my thighs together under the water. The thought of having something attached to my nipples makes me horny, and that unnerves me.
His hands smooth down my body until he sets them on my thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.” His lips are tickling my ear.
I force myself not to grip my knees together. Thoughts of what three men did to me a few hours ago make my face heat. My first orgasm. I’m pretty sure the Earth shifted.
Now Julius has his thumbs near my center again, reminding me how good it felt to be stroked there. I want to feel that again. I’m consumed with the need to have him touch me intimately.
Julius straightens his bent legs, cups the backs of my knees, and lifts my feet over his thighs. When he draws his knees back up, I’m forced wide open. I shiver in the warm water.
He flattens his palms on my inner thighs and eases them up and down over and over, coming closer to my center with each pass.
My legs are shaking. If I weren’t submerged in water, I would still be wet. My sex is pulsing with anticipation. I whimper, the sound startling me.
Julius kisses my neck behind my ear. “You’re so precious.” He eases my folds open, exposing me under the water.
I stiffen.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”
“You already did,” I point out. How many times a day do they intend to scramble my brain? If all three of them are going to tag team me day and night and touch me so intimately, I won’t be able to think. Or breathe.
He nibbles on my earlobe, a slight chuckle shaking me. “Before the end of the week, you will lose track of how many times you come each day. I wouldn’t bother keeping a tally.”
I shiver.
He trails his pointers up the outside of my labia and circles my clit without touching it.
I squirm.
“Damn, you’re sensitive.” His fingers return to my labia. “Has anything ever been inside you before, baby?” he murmurs.
“Uh…tampons.” I’m slightly mortified to say this, but it’s true.
“Besides tiny cotton cylinders.”
“No, Sir,” I whisper. I twist my face to meet his gaze. “How did you make me come earlier without, uh, penetration?”
He frowns as he flattens one palm over my sex and drags his middle finger through my folds. “Women don’t need penetration to come, Abby. In fact, I’d say few women can come from penetration alone. Most need direct clitoral stimulation. Hell, a lot of women can’t come without a vibrator on their clit.”
“Oh.” I turn back to facing forward, my face dipping to watch his hand on me. No wonder Julius was impressed that Katarina came from nothing but that dildo.
Julius drags his finger up over my clit, making me jerk my hips upward. “I’m going to press my finger into your sweet pussy now,” he says as he eases that same finger down between my folds and then presses it against my opening.
I hold my breath as he inserts his long finger, my eyes closing. It feels so good. So very good. I had no idea what I’d been missing out on. He moves so slowly that I’m shocked when I realize his palm is flat against my sex, his finger as deep as he can reach.
“Damn. Tightest pussy I’ve ever touched. It’s going to take some time to stretch you out. You’re going to be sore for a few days after one of us first enters you.”
Right now, I’m not concerned about how sore I m
ight be. I’m about to explode, and that feeling increases as he pulls that finger back out. I can’t sit still. I grab his thighs and dig my fingers into his muscles. “Sir…”
“God, I love the sound of that.” He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit and thrusts his finger back inside me.
I cry out, feeling light-headed.
He twists his finger around inside me, seemingly touching every inch of my sheath. The fullness is maddening. I want him to fuck me with that finger. Harder. Faster. “Please… Please do that again.”
He sets his lips on my ear. “Ask respectfully.”
I shudder, desperate. “Please, Sir, please move faster.”
He does as I ask, drawing his finger out and then sliding it back into me. His palm rubs against my clit. The two sensations together combine to inform me that this orgasm is going to be even better than the first one against his mouth.
I’m so close. I stiffen, gripping his thighs, holding my breath, about to explode.
And then Julius adds a second finger. The stretch is amazing, and it pushes me over the edge immediately. My entire body throbs with the release as my inner walls milk Julius’s fingers. There are no words to describe how good it feels. Even better than the first orgasm. Penetration agrees with me. How much better will it be when one of them enters me with his penis?
“Take a breath, baby,” Julius soothes as he pulls his fingers out, running them along the edge of my sensitive labia and over my swollen clit.
I lick my lips, scrambling to say something. “I thought you said I wouldn’t be able to come from penetration, Sir.”
He chuckles. “I’ll concede I stand partly corrected. You are a firecracker. However, there was a lot of action from my palm grinding into your sweet little nub, baby.”
I nod. He’s right.
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “Thank you, Sir.”
He glances at my mouth and then lifts one hand to cup my face, kissing me. Sweetly at first and then deeper until I’m melting into him and cease to remember who or where I am.
Chapter 29
Master Levi
Teaching Abby Page 15
