Raising Lucy: Surrender, Book One

by Jameson, Becca

“Did you do as I asked and shave the hair off your pussy earlier?” He wastes no time.

  My stomach knots. “Yes, Sir. I did my best.”

  He tugs the covers down my body slowly until they are wadded up at my shins. His gaze roams over me.

  I have my legs clamped together, an ache between them making it hard to think. I’m also aware my nightie is not covering my sex. The hem is resting on my belly. This is the first time he’s fully seeing me down there. I’m both nervous and excited. I want him to touch me.

  He reaches for my nightie and pushes it up over my breasts. For a moment, he stares at them as if mesmerized. He makes me feel cherished. Precious. When he traces a finger around my nipple in the lightest circle, I gasp.

  He smiles. “My little blossom is so responsive. I love these little titties.” He flicks his thumb over the distended nipple.

  I whimper. I feel restless. Like something wants to come out of me. It’s indescribable. He’s turned me inside out.

  “They looked so perfect in your dress, blossom. With your petite size, the only thing that stands out to make you look erotic in my dresses is these sweet little titties.” He cups them both. “I love how you blush because you’re worried about them. I love that I can see them bouncing under your dress or blouse, and I love that the tips get hard whenever you’re aroused. It tells me everything I need to know.”

  He sits back, still dancing his fingers around my breasts. “I bet your panties get wet at the same time. Do they, blossom? Do your panties get wet during the day when your little titties are tight points?”

  I can’t breathe. Did he ask me a question?

  “Never mind. Tomorrow I’ll start checking. I bet I can drive you crazy if I stroke my fingers over your panties throughout the day.”

  That’s an understatement. I’m pretty sure I would faint.

  He’s smiling at me, but not in a mocking way. He’s pleased. “Bend your knees for me, blossom. Spread your legs open wide.” He smooths his hands down my torso and thighs. When he reaches my knees, he guides them up and then pushes them open.

  It’s obscene. My entire sex is now visible, and without any hair, I feel beyond exposed. I’m panting. I fist my hands in the sheet at my sides.

  “So pretty,” he murmurs. He releases my one knee to smooth his hand down my inner thigh until the tips of his fingers touch my sex.

  I gasp, flinching.

  He ignores me. His finger strokes over my outer lips. “You did a good job, blossom. I’m proud of you. I know that was hard. I expect you to keep this pussy bare. Shave it every night. I want it naked so that your sensitive skin rubs against your little panties during the day.”

  My arousal is through the roof now.

  His gaze is on my sex. My pussy. His finger is trailing everywhere, the smooth sensitive skin engorged.

  I start to draw my knee inward. Instinctively. Unable to take another second of this torture. My belly is so tight. I’ve sucked it in. I’m shivering. I’m going to explode from the inside out.

  Master Roman lifts his fingers and shocks me by swatting my sex. “Grab your knees and hold them open for me.”

  I’m stunned. My body is on fire. My sex is pulsing from the little spank.

  “Knees, Lucy.” He lifts my wrists and sets my hands on the insides of my knees.

  I’m shaking so badly, and my ears are ringing.

  “Wider. Hold yourself open for me,” he murmurs. He’s not mad. He’s simply issuing a command like any other command.

  I try to do as he’s asking, pressing on my thighs.

  “That’s a good girl.” He resumes stroking my folds.

  Wetness leaks to run down my crack. I’m going to leave a spot on the sheets. I squirm at the sensation.

  “Stay still, blossom,” he demands.

  I stiffen, sucking in a breath, wondering how much more of this I can take before I implode. I’ve never felt like this before. Aroused to the point of pain.

  Does he know what he’s doing to me? Is he going to leave me like this?

  I whimper.

  He lifts his gaze and smiles at me. “Don’t worry, sweet, sweet blossom. I’m going to make the ache go away.”

  I lick my lips. How is he going to do that?

  He shifts slightly on the bed, and then uses both hands to spread my lips open.

  I squeeze my eyes shut against the mortification and the pleasure. The air hits my wetness, making me shiver again.

  “So pretty. You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” He strokes a finger through the wetness, dragging it slowly up until he flicks it over the sensitive little nub I know is my clitoris.

  I jump, grasping my knees harder and biting into my lower lip.

  “That’s a good girl. Let me make you feel better.” He dips the tip of his finger just a fraction into me and then swirls my arousal around my clit, circling it over and over until I think I might die from the growing pressure.

  My entire body is tight with anticipation. I’m not sure how it’s ever going to subside, but he must know what he’s doing.

  More circles. The tension increases. I’m holding my body tight. Every ounce of my attention is on how his finger is making me feel and the desire to have him touch my clit again.

  Suddenly, he adds a second finger, flattens them below my swollen nub and rubs them over the tip. At the pressure, something snaps. I cry out as I unravel. My clit pulses against his fingers, over and over.

  I can’t see. I can’t think. I’m lost. Falling. Falling. Coming apart under his touch.

  When I land, it’s on a fluffy cloud. Pure bliss.

  I sigh as he lifts his fingers. My body that has been nothing but a tight ball of nerves for hours or days or weeks relaxes into the mattress. I’m no longer holding my knees open. My fingers don’t work. But my thighs are wide and resting against the mattress.

  I blink several times until I meet Master Roman’s gaze.

  He’s smiling. His expression warms me. He’s pleased. “Feel better now, blossom?”

  I try to nod. “Yes, Sir.” My voice cracks.

  “Was that your first orgasm, little blossom?” His fingers trail down to stroke between my lower lips again.

  I shudder. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, assuming that was indeed an orgasm. I’ve been missing out. That was the best moment of my life.

  “I’m so pleased. You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He pushes his finger partway into my tight channel, and I buck, lifting my hips off the bed, shocked by my body’s reaction. It’s like the bliss just disintegrated and I’m aroused again. Only this time I need more.

  He withdraws his finger and taps my pussy. “You’re so precious. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy teaching you everything you’ve been missing out on.”

  “Are you going to have sex with me now, Sir?” I ask. I realize I’m still needing more. Something else. Probably his erection inside me. I crave it.

  He shakes his head. “Not tonight, cherry blossom. You’ve had enough firsts.” He cups my knees and eases them back to center so my legs rest on the bed. “You have to earn that kind of pleasure, Lucy. I’ll give it to you every time I think you deserve it.” He tugs my nightie back over my breasts and then lifts the covers up to my waist.

  I swallow. I’m shaking with a need that hasn’t dissipated enough. I loved what he did to me, but I want more. I crave it deep inside.

  He gives a slight chuckle. “You’re so precious.” He pats my thigh. “That’s all you get tonight. But now you know. Now you know what I can do to you. What I will do to you. Often.” He leans over me and kisses my forehead. “If you’re a good girl tomorrow, maybe I’ll give you that kind of reward again.”

  “I will be, Sir.”

  His smile melts me. I love when he’s pleased and happy instead of stern. I find I’m getting more and more of that side of him as the days go by. Maybe I’m making him happy. I hope so.

  He taps my nose, his expression going serious. “What you may not do, L
ucy, is take that pleasure for yourself. You know that, right? You’re only permitted to come like that under my direction. Do not touch yourself without permission, and certainly not in the night.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper. Now that I know how good it feels, it will be much harder to obey this rule.

  “I will know because you won’t be able to look me in the eye and lie to me.”

  I nod. He’s right.

  “Do you want me to strap your wrists to the bedposts?”

  “No, Sir.” I shake my head. “I won’t touch myself, Sir. I promise.” Though this conversation is making me almost as aroused as I was before he came into the room.

  “If you break that trust, your life will be challenging for a long time. I won’t hesitate to install a camera in the corner of your room and take away your comforter so that you’re left nearly naked in bed at night with your wrists strapped to the bedposts and your nightie riding high so your pussy is exposed.” His warning makes me tremble. Even though he’s told me this before, it’s like he knows what it will do to my body to say it again now. Now that I’m living in a new universe. Now that I’ve experienced ecstasy. Now that he’s made me come.

  He’s good. He’s brilliant.

  I’m wet and swollen and needy. My nipples ache. It’s going to be a long night.

  He pats my leg again and stands. “I’m going to spend some more time with my friends. You need your sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” He pads to the door, opens it, and reaches his hand outside.

  The room goes dark, and this is when I realize the light switch is just outside of the room. “Sleep tight, cherry blossom.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Chapter 31

  Lucy

  The door shuts, and I’m alone. Alone in my little girl bedroom. Panting and restless for release. It wasn’t as hard before I knew what that release would feel like. Now I’m a mess.

  I try to remain still. It’s difficult.

  My heart is pounding.

  I take a slow, deep breath and let it out just like Master Roman tells me to do when I kneel before him. I’m a long way from calm though.

  I keep my hands on top of the covers, fisting my comforter to keep from doing what I’ve been expressly commanded not to do. Touch myself.

  Now that I know what it’s like, I’m confident I can do it to myself. I had no idea before now. It had been an elusive concept that other people spoke of or wrote about.

  Orgasms aren’t just a blip on the radar. They are amazing. Beautiful. So wonderful.

  I’m aware of every inch of my skin. My nightie is bunched up under my breasts, rubbing against them with every breath. I would probably be less aroused if I pulled it off and only had to contend with the soft sheets instead of the tulle.

  My bottom is exposed. It makes me so very aware of the wetness that’s increasing instead of dissipating and the fact that my sex is swollen and sensitive.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering in detail that moment when Master Roman pressed his fingers against my clitoris, shattering me into a million pieces. My sex pulses now at the memory, and I jerk my eyes open, clench my thighs together, and hold my breath, afraid I might come again without even touching myself.

  It wouldn’t be my fault, but somehow, I don’t think Master Roman would understand. And I’m certain he will ask me point blank in the morning if I came without permission. I will never be able to look him in the eye and lie. Never. It’s not in my disposition, and besides, it would destroy what we have.

  He trusts me. I must maintain that trust or I will lose everything I have here. This is my new life. My place. My perfect world. I won’t do anything to upset the balance.

  I’ve been here only twenty-six hours, and it seems like a lifetime. I’m not the same woman I was when I arrived last night. I’m not even a woman. I’m a little girl. I’m cherished and cared for. I have everything I need. I don’t have to worry about anything.

  I don’t have to make decisions. I’m free to just be a little girl. The little girl I never got to be when I should have been.

  A tear runs down my cheek, shocking me. I swipe at it and let another one fall and then another. They are welcome. They are tears of joy and release.

  I’m where I belong. I have a Master who will take care of me.

  My only concern in life right now is ensuring that I please him all the time so that he won’t grow bored of me and make me leave. That would kill me. I think I love him.

  It’s too soon, and that’s ridiculous, but my heart swells at the thought.

  I can’t know if this arrangement will always work for me. I can’t know how long I might enjoy being twelve. I don’t even know how long Master Roman might leave me in this age before changing me to another. He said we would explore others.

  I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s too overwhelming. And it doesn’t matter. I won’t be involved in the decision. Master Roman will decide when and if he wants me to switch to another age. My job will be to obey his decisions. And I will do so. Eagerly.

  My breathing evens out as I calm. The arousal finally simmers down to something manageable. I ignore the tiny part of my brain that contains my only worry—that Master Roman might grow tired of this arrangement. As long as I can keep that fear jammed to the dark corner of my head, I’ll be fine.

  Chapter 32

  Master Roman

  “Is she asleep?” Julius asks me with a smirk as I catch up with them in the library. He hands me a tumbler of scotch.

  I take a sip before glancing at Claudia. She’s holding a glass of wine, perched on the sofa, legs elegantly crosses, spine straight, expression as mischievous as Julius’s. Beck and Levi are beside her.

  I growl as I plop down in the armchair and lean back. I’m exhausted, and my dick is hard. “Doubt it,” I respond. “I’m betting she’ll be tossing and turning for a while.”

  Julius chuckles as he sits in the armchair.

  “She’s not a brat, is she?” Claudia inquires.

  “No.” I shake my head. “Not even close. And I’m glad. The thought of handling a brat makes me cringe. They are a lot of work. She’s a pleaser. She hates making mistakes or upsetting me.”

  “I’m impressed with how quickly she slid into the role. This is her first full day with you. It seemed almost natural.”

  “Yeah. Granted, I’ve been grooming her for two weeks. I didn’t blindside her. I explained everything before she left on Friday. She had the weekend to internalize what I would be expecting.”

  Julius glances at Claudia. “Keep in mind, Roman’s been watching her closely for weeks. He has a good intuition when it comes to submissives.”

  “Yeah. I know that. I get it. I like to think we all do. But it’s so rare to find someone who so easily slides into a specific role, exactly the sort of submissive Roman has craved for years. I just…want you to be careful.” She meets my gaze.

  I tug at my tie, loosening it. “I will. And I’ll be honest, I’m in deep. Careful flew out the window weeks ago. If she walked out the door even right now, I would be in bad shape.”

  “I’m worried she has craved this for so long that she doesn’t realize fully what she’s getting into,” Claudia adds. “You need to ensure she doesn’t get restless. She’s twenty-two. She should be in school. You can’t expect her to stay under your roof with no outside interaction for the rest of her life. It wouldn’t be healthy.”

  I nod. “I’ve thought of that. It’s hard for me to consider letting her out of my sight right now, but I’ll watch her closely for signs of restlessness. As badly as I’d love to have her near me at all times for fifty years and never share her with the world, I know it’s not reasonable. When she needs more, I’ll do my best to give it to her.”

  “You sure you can do that?” Julius asks. He knows me better than anyone alive. “You’re so into her that you’re blinded.”

  “I agree,” Levi adds. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

  Beck
nods also. Even though I’ve known him for years, he rarely comes to the club. He prefers to play at home. I see him less often. Usually, when the three of them meet a submissive requesting their training at Surrender, they move their show to Julius’s home.

  He’s right. Again. Thank God I have these amazing friends to keep me straight and help me see past my own lust. “I have to. She’s everything. I’d do anything for her.”

  “It’s so soon to feel that way, Roman,” Claudia murmurs. “We’re just worried about you.”

  I sip my scotch. “I know, and I appreciate it. One of these days, you all will find the perfect submissives, and then you’ll know. Every day I grow more certain she’s mine. I’ll do anything to keep her.”

  Claudia leans back with a sigh. “It’s a beautiful thing. I wish you the best.”

  “Thank you.”

  Chapter 33

  Lucy

  “It’s a Small World” yanks me out of a deep sleep as the lights come on and make me squint into the room. I reach over and slam my hand down on the Hello Kitty clock as a knock sounds on the door. “Come in,” I grumble into the pillow. I’m on my belly. Warm. Comfortable. Trying not to be awake.

  I’ve never slept so long in my life until the past two nights. I don’t know if it’s the fact that the room is so dark or that the bed is so comfortable, or if it has something to do with not having the weight of the world pressing in on me all the time.

  I don’t have to come up with the rent or scrape together enough money for off-brand mac and cheese or figure out if I have enough fare for the bus. It’s refreshing. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced.

  “Good morning, Lucy,” Nancy chirps. “I’ll set your clothes on the chair, dear. You better get up.” She leaves just as fast as she entered. I hear the snick of the door.

  I’m too cozy. The last thing I want to do is get out of bed. But I must. Right now. The fear of falling back to sleep propels me.

  I groan as I slide out from under the covers and cross the room to grab the pile of clothes. I shut myself in the bathroom next and proceed to go through the morning ritual. Toilet. Wash my hands and face. Brush my teeth. Pull the nightie over my head. Drop it in the chute.