Raising Lucy: Surrender, Book One

by Jameson, Becca

  He’s pulling in and out now. Over and over. Faster and harder.

  The pressure is building. I’m going to come around his penis. I can’t even speak. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.

  And then I shatter, my orgasm slamming into me, making every nerve ending inside my channel come alive.

  Master Roman moans loudly as I scream a second time, my voice echoing in the room.

  I close my eyes to savor every second. I wish it could last longer.

  Finally, he stops moving. He’s kissing me again, everywhere and then on the lips. I can hardly return the kiss, but I try. I’m a limp noodle. My hands have fallen to my sides, useless.

  I don’t know how he’s able to hold himself over me. He would crush me if he didn’t, but where is he getting the energy?

  I’m shocked when he grabs me around the waist and flips us over so that he lands on his back and I’m draped over his chest. His penis has come out of me. I miss it already.

  He palms my head and pulls it against his chest, stroking my back and my bottom with his other hand. “So proud of you, blossom. I’m sorry I caused you pain, but it’s over, and now you know.”

  I certainly do know. I know a lot. I know I want to do that again. As soon as possible.

  Chapter 43

  Master Roman

  I relish in the feeling of having Lucy’s naked body on top of mine. Warm and sated and soft. She is so precious. I know I caused her some pain, but she was so brave, and in the end, I’m positive she didn’t regret the brief discomfort.

  I already need her again, but that’s not going to happen. Right now, I need to take care of her.

  She has relaxed so much that I think she might have fallen asleep, and the thought of her sleeping against me like this makes my heart rate pick up. I won’t bring her to my bed of course. It’s too risky. But I so wish I could. Thoughts of having her sweet little body curled against mine all night long make me nearly groan.

  Finally, I shift, holding her against me as I push us to a sitting position, positioning her on my lap. She is groggy and curls into my chest. “Sir?”

  “We need to get you cleaned up and ready for bed, blossom. It’s past your bedtime.”

  She whimpers as I stand her on her feet in front of me. She sways slightly, making me smile.

  “Arms up,” I state, so I can tug her nightie over her head. Her hair is loose and messy and so sexy. She looks well-fucked, and I like it. I sit her on the couch next to me and then rummage for my jeans, standing to put them on. I’ll come back down later and tidy up the room. For now, I need to get my sleepy girl to bed.

  She makes a cute little sound when I lift her off the couch and cradle her against me, carrying her out of the room. The house is silent. I know my staff has all gone to bed, so I don’t worry about the fact that her bottom is exposed. In fact, I cup her warm cheeks with my hand as I carry her.

  She squirms in my arms, her cheek against my shoulder. So fucking adorable.

  When I reach her room, I close the door and then continue into the bathroom, not setting her down until I reach the tub. “I’m gonna give you a bath, little blossom. Get you washed up.”

  I could just grab a washcloth and clean her up, but I’m not ready for our time to end yet. I want to pamper her a bit longer. Plus, her inner thighs are pink from the combination of her come and the remnants of her first time. She needs to soak for a bit or she’ll be sore tomorrow.

  I let the tub fill while I tug her nightie over her head, baring her sweet body to me once again. God, she is sexy. Every inch of her is perfect.

  Mine in every single way now.

  My possessiveness has tipped the scales now that I’ve been inside her. I will never let her go.

  I reach for the bands at the ends of her braids and pull them free, unravelling her long hair slowly until it hangs in a wild mess of curls. While I admire the long locks, I grab a band out of her bathroom drawer and gather it on top of her head to keep it dry.

  I lift her by the waist and set her in the water.

  She whimpers.

  “Shhh. Let’s get you washed up and then tucked in bed,” I croon.

  I grab a washcloth, rub soap into it, and begin to wash my girl. She seems shocked for a second, but then she relaxes and lets me pamper her, only stiffening slightly when I wash between her legs.

  After rinsing her off, I lift her from the tub, set her on her feet, and pat her dry. Finally, I reluctantly tug her nightie back over her head and lead her to the bedroom. “Climb in, blossom.”

  She crawls into the bed, but her eyes are wide. “Why can’t I sleep in your bed, Sir?” she whispers.

  I hope she doesn’t notice my flinch. She’s so tempting. It would be so easy to carry her to my wing of the house and tuck her into my bed. I’m certain I would sleep better than I have in years. But I won’t go there.

  I sit on the side of her bed and stroke her cheek. “Little girls need to sleep in their own beds, blossom. That’s the rule.”

  Her bottom lip sticks out in the cutest pout. “I get lonely.”

  “You won’t be lonely for long. You should be sleeping.”

  She curls onto her side and sighs.

  I kiss her temple. “Sleep tight, blossom.” It’s so hard to leave her, but I do.

  After I tidy up the media room downstairs, I head for my office. I can’t bring myself to go to my bedroom yet. It will feel empty and too quiet. Half of me wants to bring her to my bed. I want her in my arms. The thought of sleeping alone doesn’t seem appealing anymore. I’ve done so for forty years. Maybe it’s time to change that policy?

  I lower myself onto my desk chair and remind myself there are no guarantees here. Just because I’ve had sex with Lucy doesn’t mean she’s truly mine. I shudder as I tip my head back and stare at the ceiling. I have secrets. Things that could greatly upset our perfect world if she found out. Eventually, I need to talk to her about the possibility that she might have a brother as well as the nefarious methods I used to get her in my life.

  After a few moments, I open my middle desk drawer and pull out the file folder I keep buried under several other files. The tab says “Lucy Neill Private” on it. It’s the same file Julius handed me the night Lucy applied to be my assistant. It’s a lot thicker than it was that night, however. And today I added the letter that came from her presumed brother.

  I read the letter again several times. How did this Daven, who claims to be her brother, find her? Since the letter went to her apartment, it’s possible he knows nothing about me. He shouldn’t, but I don’t trust the situation at all.

  I open my computer and send an email to my private investigator. If there’s anything to be found about Daven Neill, if that’s even his real name, Hersh Wilson will find it.

  Chapter 44

  Lucy

  I wake up the following morning energized and happier than I’ve ever been. I’m no longer a virgin. Master Roman finally made love to me. He made it so perfect, and I vaguely remember him bathing me after he carried me to my room.

  When my alarm goes off and I slide out of bed, I wince slightly. My sex is sore, but in a delicious way. A reminder of what we did and what doors are now open for the future. I hope Master Roman puts his penis in me again today. He said he would do so often and that I can also suck on it. He liked that. It made me feel so good when I made him moan and swallowed him.

  I grab my pile of clothes and hurry to wash up in the bathroom. After I brush my teeth and wash my face and braid my hair, I put my nightgown down the chute and reach for my pile of clothes. It’s Sunday. Master Roman said I won’t be working on Sundays, so I’m not sure what he will have me do today, but I’m excited anyway.

  I shrug into my panties—yellow with little ducks on them—and then I pick up the pale blue-and-white plaid dress. It’s not until I hold it up that I realize it’s for a younger girl. The top has intricate smocking with little bunnies embroidered around the rounded neckline. The sleeves are short and puffy
with elastic that will circle my arms. It’s an A-line cut with no waist. When I put it on, my breasts cause the front to stand out.

  It’s short, of course, barely covering my panties. I wonder how Master Roman always manages to get the hem exactly right so that I’m nervous but covered. As long as I don’t lift my arms.

  I stare at myself, concerned. For one thing, I’m worried Master Roman will push me to play at an age younger than I’m comfortable with.

  But more importantly, I’m aroused. I’m more aware of my swollen private parts than usual today. And, of course, the smocking is rubbing against my nipples.

  I put on the provided white socks and shoes, buckle the sides, and turn to head downstairs.

  Footsteps behind me make me turn around to find Nancy heading down the stairs. “Good morning, Lucy. Don’t you look pretty today.”

  “Thank you, ma’am.”

  “Master Roman is in the library. Why don’t you go find him?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I continue down the stairs and pad toward the library.

  “There you are,” Master Roman declares when I enter. “Shut the door, blossom.”

  I turn to shut the heavy wooden door, knowing this could mean anything, but will undoubtedly involve me exposing myself in the library. I shuffle toward him, my hands linked behind my back, which pushes the dress out in front of me.

  He smiles from where he sits on the sofa, reaching out a hand so I’ll come to him.

  By the time I reach him, my panties are wet. I love the way he looks at me, and the twinkle in his eye is even more defined today. I hope that’s because I pleased him last night.

  He wraps an arm around my thighs and pulls me between his legs, his hand landing on my bottom under my dress in a way I’ve come to realize is intentional and something he very much enjoys. “Is your pussy sore this morning, blossom?”

  I flush at his words, a little shocked he would go there already. “No, Sir. Not really.”

  He’s holding a folder, and he hands it to me, nodding that I should open it.

  I do, baffled. Inside is a single sheet of paper with the official logo of the doctor’s office I visited before I started working for him. For a moment I worry that the letter is about me, and then I see it’s addressed to Master Roman. I scan down the page. “What is this, Sir?”

  “It’s my medical record showing you that I’ve recently been cleared of all communicable diseases. I wanted you to see it before I take you bare.”

  I’m confused for a moment, and then I understand. He doesn’t want to use condoms with me. I like that. I want to feel him bare inside me. “Thank you, Sir.” My hands are shaking as I hand the folder to him.

  He drops it on the floor, rises from his seat, and lifts me by the waist, hitching me up to carry me across the room.

  I giggle as I wrap my legs around his hips and hold on to his neck.

  When he reaches his desk, he sets me on top of it. It’s extremely large, mahogany with a glass top. It’s also devoid of any papers or books at the moment, so when Master Roman lowers me onto my back, nothing is in the way.

  The glass top is cool against my arms and thighs.

  Without a word, Master Roman hooks his fingers in my yellow panties and pulls them down my legs. I have to lift my bottom a bit for him to accomplish this task, but as soon as he sets them on the desk, he pushes my knees up and spreads them wide.

  I know we had sex last night, and he’s also seen every inch of me naked. Nevertheless, I feel obscenely exposed as he lowers his gaze to my private parts.

  Instinctively, I lower my hand between my legs. Master Roman grabs my wrist and sets my hand above my head. He doesn’t meet my gaze as he pushes my smocked dress up over my chest. And then he has both hands on my thighs, spreading my lower lips and prodding my tender, swollen skin.

  I moan.

  “Not sore, huh?” he asks.

  “No, Sir,” I murmur. I wouldn’t tell him I was sore even if I were.

  He keeps inspecting me, touching me everywhere, tapping my clit and dragging my wetness up to circle it.

  I watch his face until he surprises me again by lowering his head to kiss my private parts.

  I suck in a breath as his lips touch me down there, a breath that turns into a gasp when he drags his tongue through my folds and flicks it over my clit. My bottom would have shot off the desk if he hadn’t been holding me down.

  “Be a good girl and let me make you feel good, blossom.”

  My head rolls to the side. I fist my hands, one above my head, the other at my side.

  He strokes my tender skin with his thumbs, driving me bananas. “That’s a good girl. Don’t move.”

  I hold my breath as he lowers his mouth again. He seems to lick every inch of me before suddenly sucking my sex into his mouth.

  I cry out. It feels so good. I had no idea.

  He’s relentless too, pushing me higher and higher with his sucking and whatever he’s doing with his tongue against my clit. In seconds, I’m close to orgasm, and I know it’s going to be one of the strongest I’ve ever experienced.

  Without warning, his mouth is gone, and he releases me.

  My knees draw partly together as I whimper. “Sir…” I beg. I’ll die if he doesn’t let me come. I tip my head to see him unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper.

  When his penis pops free, engorged and bobbing in front of him, I lick my lips. I want to taste him again, but I’m not sure I could even get my mouth to work properly considering the way he’s left me wanting.

  He grabs my waist again, leaning over me. “Wrap your hands around my neck, blossom.”

  I do as he asks, loving the way his erection rubs against my heated skin.

  As he backs up in a return to the sofa, I wrap my legs around him again, pressing my swollen folds against his hard length.

  Master Roman lowers himself to sitting on the sofa. “Plant your feet next to my thighs, blossom, and ride my cock. I can’t think this morning until I’ve been inside you. Naked. Raw.” He cups my face as he speaks, forcing me to meet his gaze.

  Ride him? I have no experience with this, and I feel awkward.

  He smiles. “You can control the speed and depth in this position. I don’t want to rush to thrust into you this morning. Your cunt is going to be sore.”

  My desperation to have him inside me emboldens me to lift my bottom.

  He lines his penis up with my opening, and I lower onto him. My dress flares out around me, blocking the view, hiding our love making.

  My eyes roll back at the stretch. Nothing hurts. Pure, intense, all-consuming pleasure. I moan loudly when I’m fully seated, instinctively grinding my clit against the base of his erection.

  “God, Lucy. You have no idea how good that feels…” His voice is tight, and it trails off.

  I search his face, but his eyes are closed, his mouth open. Once again, I realize what power I have over him when he takes out his penis. Will it always be this way?

  I lift almost off him and slam back down. I’m going to come. Soon. I was so close from his mouth already.

  He cups my bottom, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Fuck me…” It’s not a demand. It’s more of an exclamation of shock. But I speed up as if he’s instructed me to. He gasps, his lips parting.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, the need building. I’m going to come around his penis, any second. He starts to lift his hips into me, helping me, increasing the friction.

  I scream out as my body convulses around him, my channel throbbing. I dig the tip of my fingers into his shoulders, my breasts bouncing under my dress, the smocking rubbing them to stiff points.

  Seconds later, a rumble leaves his chest, and I know he’s coming inside me. He grips my waist and holds me down, keeping himself deep as his erection pulses inside my channel.

  When he’s spent, we are both panting, and then his hands are on my face and he kisses me all over my cheeks and neck until his lips find mine and deepen the kiss into someth
ing far more intimate and sweet.

  I’m still gasping when he releases my lips. “I think I’ll like this addition to our relationship,” he states.

  My face is heated, but I smile. “Me too, Sir.”

  I wince as he lifts me off his erection and sets me on my feet. “Don’t move.” He stands, zips himself back into his pants, and then pads across the room.

  When he returns, he has my panties in his hand. His orgasm is running down my thighs. He crouches in front of me. “Step in, blossom.”

  I balance myself with my hands on his shoulders as I lift first one foot and then the other. I’m mortified as he drags my panties up my thighs, his come catching in the elastic until he has them tugged over my hips, fully in place. He presses his palm against the crotch of my panties, soaking them with his come.

  I’m shaking. My panties are dripping wet as he stands.

  He cups my face and kisses my nose. “You aren’t permitted to wash my come off you this morning, blossom. I want you to feel me up inside you and drying on your legs. I want you to remember who you belong to all morning. I’ll clean you up before your nap after lunch. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” My voice quivers. I’m so turned on. The thought of going to breakfast with my panties soaked with his come makes my face heat. I’ll leave a wet spot on the chair. What if Evelyn sees it?

  Master Roman pats my bottom. “Go eat your breakfast, blossom. If you’re a good girl, I’ll take you out to the backyard this morning. You can play outside for a while.”

  “Yes, Sir.” My face feels warmer than ever as I step away from him. His come is dripping down my legs, oozing from the sides of my panties. It’s so naughty. And so arousing.

  Chapter 45

  Master Roman

  It’s been two weeks since I first entered Lucy’s sweet cunt. Two weeks since she agreed to start studying so she can take the SAT. Two weeks since I contacted the PI…