Chub Rub

by Shannon Youngblood

  “I need to move, baby,” his harsh whisper filled my ears.

  Wrapping my legs around his torso, I lifted up, inviting him in deeper and clutching on to him with every internal muscle I had. And then he moved, we moved. Together.

  Sliding in and out, I felt every inch of him penetrate me, and bust through my defenses. He took me from the front and stamped me with his love and his dominance. The steady thrusting of his hips matched the rapid heart beat behind his ribs as he claimed me. His lips never stopped loving my mouth, my neck, my collarbone. He took his time, his mouth caressing every inch of visible skin, and when he reached my swollen heavy breasts, and took my nipple into his hot warm mouth, I arched up to meet him, deliriously drunk on the pleasure.

  I was close to the edge, but somewhere between last night and tonight, I had learned to control my impending orgasm. I would let it run free when he told me to, and not a minute before. He dictated my passion, and only Jackson could tell me the right time to spread my wings and fly.

  His pace grew faster, and his kisses demanded more. He bit the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, and I clamped down on him. I was right there, just waiting for him to give me the permission I needed. He was close as well. I could feel the way his cock swelled with each thrust of his hips, with each bounce off of my g spot. This was going to be the biggest explosion in history for both of us, and I was ready.

  ‘Come, Maggie,” he yelled, “Come NOW!”

  And just like that, my vision went black, filled with tiny shards of glittering diamonds falling to earth. My body trembled as wave, after crashing wave, of ecstasy poured through me, filling me. My heart banged against my ribcage, clamouring to climb out and join its mate in his home. My breathing was erratic as my lungs fought for more oxygen. And through my entire climax, Jackson stared at me. He watched as I fell apart at the exact same moment he did, and I watched as he picked up the pieces of both of us, and glued them together forever.

  I couldn’t describe how it felt to be touched by the person who understood your mind, acknowledged your flaws, and loved your soul, but I felt it, and I needed more. At the end of the day, this was what I had wanted with someone.

  The connection.

  The closeness.

  The chemistry.

  And that was what I had found with Jackson. He had taught me a new way to think, so that I could embrace a new way to live. A life of self confidence, a life of love, and a life of bliss.

  Never in my life had I experienced something more powerful than in those few moments in time right after our mutual climaxes. I spread my wings, and I jumped, knowing Jackson would be there to catch me when I fell, and if ever he needed to jump and feel free, I would always be there to catch him too.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Jackson

  Everything was right in my world. The woman cradled up next to me, the one who owned my heart, the one who had stolen every piece of me, was silently snoring in my arms, as the sun rose through the curtains.

  I had been up for over an hour already, my crazy mind refusing me any more sleep. Something had happened last night between Maggie and I, and my frazzled brain couldn’t wrap it’s head around it. My heart, on the other hand, already knew. I was fucking in love. Not hearts and roses and cuteness, I mean I was in deep. I was in the kind of love that obliterates people, drags them into the depth of the ocean to see things that had never been seen before. This kind of love was soul shattering, all encompassing, and brightly blinding. I had fallen so hard, so fast, and so deep that my brain was having trouble keeping up.

  When Maggie had exploded around me last night, my feelings had assaulted me, drowning me in them, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to come ashore. I wanted to drown in her eyes, in her passion, in her love. Drowning was not a word you would typically find in an aquaphobic’s vocabulary, but here I was, using it, loving it.

  Last night, Maggie had finally embraced her complete and total submission, and if I was being honest with myself, my emotions had bubbled up so close to the surface, a single tear had fallen from my eye as I stood behind her and admired her strength. She had wanted to show me how much she loved me, and not just use the words we both had blurted out.

  She had given me her submission, and it was the most precious gift, right next to her love, her trust, and her respect. I had an obligation, and a deep need to return to her my love, my dedication, and my honor. I would sacrifice for her, and protect her from all harm. That was the vow I made to myself, and to her, last night.

  Slowly creeping out of bed, I stood and stretched, welcoming the new day ahead of us. Saturday was club day, but after last night, we both needed a break. We needed to surround ourselves with friends and each other, and let the world know that true love wouldn’t be threatened by anything, least of all crazy killers.

  I’d wait until she got up to discuss the plans for the day, and get her opinion, and then maybe I could fuck her up against the island in the kitchen. Her love just made me want her more, and on every flat surface of our house. Our house? Yeah. It was our house. Even after the issue with crazy was resolved, I planned on moving all of her things in here so we could start our life together. A life that I knew would be filled with ups, downs, and everything in between.

  Setting up my coffee maker, I thought about the future of me and Maggie. I would continue her training in my world, until she was comfortable enough to branch out a little more. I knew she liked the voyeurism aspect, and I wanted to explore it with her. I wanted to know if playing in front of other people would scare her or exhilarate her. I wanted to know how much pain she could tolerate, and I wanted to push her over the edge, again and again. She was my greatest challenge, and my biggest love, and I would spoil her in all things from this day forward.

  Once the coffee started brewing, I grabbed the bag of dog food from under the sink and filled up Faith’s bowl, before attaching her leash and heading outside. The weather was still cold, but it was starting to warm up little by little. Summers on the East Coast could be as brutal as the winters, but I loved the heat, and I couldn’t wait for summer to arrive.

  On the days where the heat was almost unbearable, I cursed my step father for giving me this ugly disease. What would it be like to swim in a pool with Maggie by my side? Or head down to the shore and make love to her on the beach, with the water lapping around us, the moon watching the antics of horny humans. But water sex would never be in the cards for me, and I had learned to accept that long ago.

  Once back inside, I took the lead off of Faith and scooped her up in my arms to pet her.

  “Listen, Faith, you’re going to stay here with me and Maggie from now on. You ok with that? I know I’ve taken her away from you a lot recently, but now it is just you, me, and her, and we’re going to live together in this house as a family, and maybe one day Maggie will give you a little human brother or sister to play with.”

  The image of Maggie pregnant with my child assaulted my senses. The overwhelming feeling of protectiveness stormed through me, and scared me. How could I feel so protective of a child not even real? I couldn’t answer that, but I felt it. I felt protective of a figment of my imagination, and the mother of my unborn offspring.

  My rational mind told me this feeling was residual fear over the letter Maggie had received last night, and it was right. Walking over to the coffee table in front of the couch, I picked up the disregarded letter with two fingers, before bringing it to my gas fireplace, flipping the switch to ignite the flame and tossing it into the fire. No one would ever get to my Maggie. No one.

  Bringing the roaring hearth back to a small flicker, I walked back to the kitchen to pour myself a strong brew. Black. Two sugars, and then proceeded with breakfast making. Maggie loved omelettes and that was what she was going to get this morning.

  Grabbing the eggs, cheese, peppers, and diced ham from my fridge, I set it all on the island, just as the object of my affection strolled into the kitchen, her hair wild, ru
bbing her eyes. I needed a kiss, more than I needed my next breath.

  Strolling to stand in front of her, I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth onto mine. Would this never ending need ever go away? The need to claim her, the need to show her my love, the need to Dominate her? I didn’t think so, and I didn’t want it to.

  I pressed my forehead to hers, breaking the kiss.

  “Good morning, my love,” I whispered.

  “Good morning, my Master,” she whispered back, catching me off guard.

  Picking her up underneath her butt, I laughed as she squealed at my abruptness before placing her naked ass on the island. She was wearing only a t-shirt, my t-shirt. Her breasts stretched the fabric, and the bottom of it barely covered her most intimate of places. She didn’t seem at all displaced by her lack of clothing around me, and I worshipped her for it.

  She was starting to see what I saw. The beauty of her body, inside and out. The way her curves spilled over in all the right places, and they way her hips were perfect for holding on to. She was magnificent and I was floored that she was finally seeing herself as I did.

  As if reading my mind, she grabbed my chin and looked at me.

  “I’ll never criticize my body again. My master tells me I’m beautiful, and he’s always right.”

  Fuck! There she goes again, calling me Master and blowing my mind. Where had this woman come from? Where was the shy, insecure girl I had met only a few months ago when she waltzed through my doors, and made me fall for her? The woman sitting in front of me was even more gorgeous wrapped in confidence, and layered in self love.

  “No matter what anyone says, Maggie Sweets, Y--”

  “I am beautiful. Inside and Out,” she finished for me.

  “You’ve got it, my love,” I said, planting a kiss on her lips, and removing her shirt. Breakfast could wait. My swollen cock could not.

  After indulging in my kitchen island fantasies, which included a very scared Faith running into our bedroom when Maggie started screaming in pleasure as I ate her like I had the night before, we both made breakfast, and then sat in front of the fire together, sipping our cups of joe and enjoying our omelettes and each other.

  Picking up my plate from the coffee table and walking it into the kitchen with her own, I marveled at where my life had taken a sudden turn, and how I had ended up with the very thing I never thought I would ever have. Pulling her onto my lap when she returned, I buried my face into her neck and breathed in deep. This right here was home.

  “What do you want to do today?” she asked, interrupting my sniffing.

  “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. How would you feel about skipping the club tonight?”

  Her eyebrows raised in obvious confusion.

  “It’s not that I don’t want to play with you, silly Maggie, but I’d love to maybe have dinner with you and Polly and Chase. I want to get to know your best friend better and I want you to get to know mine.”

  Her face glowed at the mention of both her best friend, and the fact that I, so obviously, wanted to intertwine our lives at every point conceivable.

  “That sounds amazing, Jackson. I’d love to. Have you already talked to Chase and Polly?” she asked.

  “Nope, but they should both be in the club already. They booked an early morning session since Chase is leaving tomorrow morning on a business trip.”

  “What time is it now?” she asked, trying to peer around me to see the clock on the stove.

  “Just after noon,” I responded, taking a quick peek at my watch. “Why don’t you go shower and get dressed, and I’ll clean up breakfast and then join you. We’ll go over together.”

  Kissing me on the forehead and jumping up from my lap, I laughed at the way her smile took over her features. She was so beautiful, but her smile made her radiant.

  Ten minutes later, I opened the shower door and climbed in next to Maggie, but when my feet hit the tile, and the water reached my ankle, I jumped back out, my heart racing, my breathing jagged.

  “Jackson? What’s wrong?” Maggie asked, concerned.

  I didn’t answer her, composing myself before I could will myself to answer.

  “I think the drain might be clogged,” I choked out barely, pointing at her feet.

  “Oh God, Jackson, Fuck, I’m sorry,” she cried, getting down on her knees, her fingers rooting around in the drain for the cause of the stoppage.

  I had to turn around. I couldn’t watch. The shower water was already three inches high, and her face was so close to submersion while she rooted around for the source of my distress.

  “Got it,” she cried, her fingers pulling up long strands of her hair, while the water quickly drained away.

  Grabbing the offending hair, I threw it in the trash and settled the throbbing in my heart. The water was gone. I was ok. I desperately needed Maggie, though.

  Stepping back onto the tiled shower floor, I sighed when no water collected around me. Before I could shut the door, Maggie had pulled me into her, and cradled my head to her chest. We were splattering droplets outside of the stall, but I didn’t care. Instead, I listened to the even rate of her heartbeats, and allowed mine to sync up.

  Before I knew it, I was living in deja vu, as Maggie grabbed a washcloth, poured soap onto it, and began washing me, ridding me of the lingering fear that stuck to my skin. Once my body was clean, she poured a small amount of shampoo into her cupped hand and motioned for me to turn around and bend down so she could reach. Her fingers worked the shampoo through, and massaged my scalp, easing the tension from my body. The feeling was marvelous, and after a few minutes, I felt my entire body go slack, relaxation setting in.

  Once I was rinsed, I returned the favor and washed the caring woman from head to toe, bringing her to one more orgasm with just my fingers, while she jacked me off. We were both insatiable, and we both knew what the other needed. There was a harmony between us that just couldn’t be matched.

  An hour later, we were both washed, dried, and clothed. Maggie wore leggings and a sweater dress, and I opted for a black polo and black slacks. Later, we could dress up a little if Chase and Polly agreed to come with us. If they didn’t, well, we’d be dressing down a lot instead.

  Grabbing her hand in mine, we made our way over to the club to seek out Master Chase and Polly. I couldn’t help the pride that swam through me as I watched Maggie’s demeanor change as soon as we entered. She let go of my hand and placed it behind her back to join the other. Her head dropped to the floor, and the submissive in her took front and center stage.

  “Good girl,” I praised, my hand finding the small of her back and leading her into the great room. No matter the revelations that had been uncovered last night, this was still my club, and Maggie was affording me the due respect I deserved. In here, I was her Master, and she was my sub.

  “Master Jackson,” Chase called from the couch in front of me, “What a pleasure this early in the day. What can I do for you?”

  “Maggie and I would like to know if you and Polly would like to join us for dinner this evening?” I said, straight to the point.

  Polly’s head whipped up fast to glare at Maggie, but only for a second as she realized where she was, and righted herself. Lucky for her, Master Chase didn’t see her transgression, and this time, I wouldn’t tell him, it would be our little secret. Maybe one day, I’d cash in that favor and ask Polly for help, but for now, that would stay in my back pocket.

  “Polly, come stand and join us,” Master Chase called back to his sub.

  Once the four of us were huddled together, both Masters gave their subs permission to speak and relax.

  “I’d love to, if Master Chase is alright with it?” Polly asked him.

  “That sounds like fun,” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Polly’s skinny frame.

  “Great,” I said. “Let’s just enjoy tonight as friends. No stipulations. No labels. I want to get to know Polly, and Maggie wants to get to know you, Chase. Let’s mak
e it happen.”

  “Can we do it early, Master Jackson?” Polly spoke up. “I’d like to have the later evening with Master Chase before he leaves in the morning.”

  “How does five sound to everyone?” I asked.

  Once we agreed to the time, I grabbed Maggie’s hand again and led her back to our house. I had four hours alone with Maggie, and I was going to make every minute count.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Maggie

  After two hours of vigorous sexual stimulation both in and out of the D/s threshold, I was exhausted and begged Jax for a nap. My body was sore, and my throat was scratchy from the amount of screaming I had done at Jackson’s hand, and his tongue, and his cock. I was spent and needed just a little time to recoup and unwind before our double date tonight.

  Begrudgingly, Jackson agreed to my demand of sleep, and joined me in bed after I spent a few minutes cleaning up in the shower. An hour later, he woke me with a kiss, and a slap to my ass, and told me I had thirty minutes to get ready to go. I smiled and pulled him down for another kiss.

  “Oh no, my love. If we get started again, Chase and Polly will be having dinner on their own. Get up!” he yelled, jumping out of bed, making me giggle.

  My outfit, picked out by Jackson, laid at the edge of the bed. My favorite new purple dress with bright white lace panties and bra to match the white flowers on the skirt of the gown. The dress fit like a dream, hugging my breasts, before flaring out at the waist, and stopping just above my knee. It was beautiful, and had been picked out without me ever knowing about it. He was spoiling me, and I knew I could get used to that treatment.

  I left my hair loose and long, the curls cascading down my back. I didn’t apply too much makeup, just some eyeliner, mascara, and a clear gloss. I didn’t need makeup to make me feel pretty. I had Jackson. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.