Teaching Abby (Surrender Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  More importantly, I shouldn’t be aroused. Because that’s what I am. I don’t even know what Claudia is planning to do next. She mentioned a punishment. But I have seen Katarina come before. The image is burned in my brain. It was so hot that I’ll not only never forget, but I’m pretty certain I’m also jealous.

  How many people go their entire lives and never feel even half of what Katarina experienced in that one video I watched? Most of us. Myself included. Granted, I’ve never been in a situation that would have given me the opportunity to feel that level of bliss.

  I’ve never even been naked with a man. I’ve never even come close to the option since every man I’ve ever dated in my life didn’t measure up to some imaginary standard I’ve carried with me.

  The most intimate I’ve ever been with a man is this very moment, nearly leaning my back against Julius’s chest while he holds my hands threaded with his over the tops. His face is over my shoulder. His breath is hitting my cheek. He smells amazing, like shaving cream and whatever brand of shampoo he uses and just Julius.

  Claudia moves to the head of the bench and then surprises me by smoothing her hands down Katarina’s shoulders, over the edges of her upper back, and then around to cup her breasts.

  Katarina moans at the gentle touch, her eyes rolling back.

  “Eyes on the camera,” Claudia reminds her.

  I’m shocked because I expected some kind of punishment. This isn’t punishment at all. When Claudia pinches Katarina’s nipples and then rolls them back and forth, my mouth goes dry. I squeeze my legs together. My own nipples react as if they’re the ones being tormented.

  I don’t realize I’ve swayed yet again until Julius releases my left hand and snakes his arm under mine to flatten his palm on my stomach, securing me to his chest, keeping me from losing my balance.

  My awareness of him goes up a notch. Or maybe three notches. His firm grip both calms and arouses me. I’m so bombarded with stimuli that I can’t even be sure which things are affecting me the most. The visual or the physical.

  “Shh…baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Try not to make any sounds.”

  I purse my lips. I’d been unaware that I’d made any noise at all, but now I’m distracted by the way Julius has called me baby. Beck has called me angel a few times, and Levi called me sweetness. These little nicknames crept into our relationship in the last twenty-four hours. I can’t begin to process what it means.

  “My little lamb needs a good spanking, doesn’t she?” Claudia says.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Katarina’s voice is a soft purr, her eyes directed toward the camera. I’m not sure about her vision though. She’s inside herself somehow. I can’t quite explain it.

  Claudia releases Katarina’s nipples and rounds to the other end of the bench. She sets both hands on Katarina’s thighs and smooths them up and down, traveling over and over from above her knees to her butt cheeks. Each time Claudia cups those cheeks, she lingers longer, molding her palms to the olive-skinned globes, squeezing, stroking, gripping.

  Katarina moans as she futilely tugs her knees together. They’re separated by more than a foot, which means her vagina is exposed to not just the air but to everyone in the room.

  I’m not in a position to see her folds, but if she’s half as turned on as I am, she’s probably embarrassingly wet. My panties are soaked.

  Julius holds me tighter, his fingers lightly stroking my belly. His hand is so large that his thumb is situated precariously close to my breast while his pinky is dangerously low, inches from my sex.

  I pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  “That’s it, baby. Deep breaths,” he murmurs in my ear.

  A flush creeps up my face as I remember this entire scene is for me. Everyone in this room is watching how I react to Katarina being fondled by Claudia. I’m shocked myself. After all, I’ve never actually watched two women together like this. In fact, it hasn’t really occurred to me that they’re both women.

  I’ve never been a voyeur to anything like this. Hell, what am I even thinking? I’ve also never watched a man and a woman this intimately before either. Except for the video. Except for the fact that I’ve watched Beck in a scene like this with the same woman currently strapped to the bench.

  Except that I nearly came from that first introduction, and I’m at least as aroused now as I was yesterday. This is real and in the flesh.

  I glance at Beck to my right and notice he has a second camera and is inching his way toward Katarina’s backside. He’s going to film her spread open sex.

  My heart pounds, and I squeeze the hand Julius still has threaded with mine. I lift my other hand and settle it over his on my belly. It grounds me somehow.

  I feel like I’m intruding on someone’s private moment, but so is everyone in the room. Plus, we were all invited.

  Claudia rounds to the side again, the opposite side so that she’s facing us. Her gaze is on Katarina though. “Ten swats,” she announces. “And I want you to count. You’re not allowed to come.”

  Katarina whimpers. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Come? From a spanking? I close my eyes a moment as I acknowledge I too feel like coming from this same spanking. Claudia has told me there are plenty of people who enjoy the release that comes from being spanked or flogged or whipped or even caned. It gives them permission to let go of their perceived transgressions, imaginary or real.

  The first swat makes me jerk my eyes open as I jump in my spot. Julius has me though. I’m certain I gasped. And that is confirmed when he sets his lips on my ear again. “Shhh.” He strokes my belly with his fingers and pulls our combined hands in close to my thigh. “I hope you didn’t mark gags as a hard limit,” he whispers.

  I bite my bottom lip, trying to decide if his voice was teasing or serious. When I shift my gaze to Beck, I find him staring at me. No…at my mouth. His gaze is intense, his eyes narrowed, and he glances at Julius.

  For a moment, I think he might be jealous, and then Julius murmurs, “Stop biting your lip, baby.”

  The tight ball in my stomach clenches as I release my lip, my gaze on Beck. His face relaxes a bit, and he almost smiles before he returns his attention to the camera.

  Holy shit. That was so intense. And so hot. I can’t even process it. It’s been made clear to me by more than one person that Beck has a thing for lips. I guess his thing is that he doesn’t like them between teeth. Why?

  Another spank lands loudly on Katarina’s butt, and she calls out, “Two.”

  I can’t imagine eight more spanks, but I rarely blink as I watch exactly that. When Claudia finally lands the last blow, Katarina has a tear running down her face.

  My gut tightens. Why would she voluntarily let someone strap her down and spank her? Especially if it makes her cry? It looked painful to me, though until this moment, I had thought Katarina was enjoying it.

  She squirms, tugging on all four restraints. “Please… Oh, God, Mistress, please…”

  I stiffen, assuming she wants to be released. Is Claudia going to let her go? She obviously has had too much, and she wants to be free.

  Claudia makes no move to release her captive though. Instead, she steps behind her and strokes her thighs and butt cheeks again. “I don’t think you’re ready yet,” she admonishes.

  Ready for what? I instinctively jerk forward though I have no idea what my intentions are. I’m the interloper here. I don’t know this world. I don’t know the dynamics. I don’t know the protocol. But I don’t understand why no one is moving to release her.

  Julius pulls me back a few steps. “Relax, baby.”

  I swing my head around to meet his gaze. “She wants to be released,” I growl as low as I can.

  He smiles and shakes his head. “No, baby. She wants to come.”

  I gasp, my mouth falling open. Heat suffuses my face again. Duh. I watched her do something similar on the video. I should have guessed. Her tear is from frustration. Her squirming is from arousal. From a spanking.
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  I turn back around. Levi is looking at me. He’s smiling slightly too. And then he returns his attention to the camera, zooming in on Katarina’s face.

  Katarina licks her lips as she takes in deep breaths and releases them. Her eyes close briefly, and her body settles marginally.

  Claudia rounds to her head again and repeats the action of cupping her breasts and fondling them. She makes them jiggle for a few minutes and then pinches the nipples hard.

  Katarina whimpers, her body jerking.

  “I could make you come from playing with these amazing tits, couldn’t I?” Claudia taunts.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Katarina’s breathing is heavy.

  “But it wouldn’t be satisfying, would it?”

  “No, Ma’am.” She shakes her head slightly.

  “I’ll give you options.” Claudia pauses, seemingly pondering her choices. “I stay here and make you come from nipple play. I stroke your clit until you come on my fingers. Or I fill your cunt with a thick dildo and thrust it in and out until you come. One of those three. You don’t get all, nor do you get two. You choose.”

  Katarina blinks, her lips parting. “Mistress…”

  “You have ten seconds to decide before I walk away and leave you attached to the bench for an hour alone in this room. No companionship.” Claudia pauses. “Except the cameras running, documenting your sorrow for not being decisive enough.”

  I can’t breathe. This is so intense. At the mention of each erogenous zone, my own have perked up. My nipples are stiff and needy. The little nub above my sex is pulsing. And my vagina is squeezing at nothing.

  “Five seconds,” Claudia warns.

  “Dildo,” Katarina blurts out.

  Seems like the best choice to me, but what do I know? If she really wants to come, isn’t that the fastest, most reliable method? Surely no one can actually come from having their breasts fondled, and though I’m aware of the theoretical importance of the clitoris, I can’t imagine it’s more effective than having her vagina filled.

  “Good choice.” Claudia releases Katarina’s breasts and heads for an end table sitting to one side of the bench. I hadn’t really noticed it before. It has drawers, and Claudia opens one to remove a thick rubber dildo.

  Jesus. That is going to fit inside Katarina? She’s so small.

  And I’m so very ignorant about every damn thing happening here. I know that everyone in this room thinks they’re introducing me to BDSM and that my reactions stem strictly from my lack of knowledge about the fetish world. But it’s more than that. They can’t possibly guess that I have no experience when it comes to sex either.

  I’ve never had any kind of orgasm—not from nipples, clitoris, or vagina. No one has seen me naked except my doctor. I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life, but the feeling is illusive and foreign.

  I should have gone with Sabine when she went to buy sex toys. I should have watched porn before yesterday. I should have touched myself or thrown in the towel and slept with someone along the way. It would be much less embarrassing than admitting that at twenty-two years old, I’m totally innocent.

  Honestly, until yesterday, I’ve never been able to wrap my mind around what all the hoopla was about. I still can’t fully grasp it now. Judging by the dampness in my panties and the weight of my breasts and the pulsing between my legs, I have to admit there might be something to it, but can it really be that big of a deal?

  Claudia stands slightly to the side of Katarina and taps the light pink dildo against Katarina’s thighs. She sets her free hand on Katarina’s butt and holds her open and visible to the camera.

  Beck slowly moves closer.

  I stop breathing again.

  Julius whispers in my ear. “Do you want to move where you can see better?”

  I shake my head. Hell no. Is he crazy?

  He gives me a squeeze.

  The dildo disappears from my view, but I can tell by the angle of Claudia’s hand that she has lined it up with Katarina’s vagina.

  I can’t believe I’m watching this. It’s one thing to have seen what I watched yesterday, but that was on film. This is live and in person.

  As Claudia slides the dildo into Katarina’s body, Katarina lifts her face from the padded bench and tips her head back. A long moan escapes her lips.

  Based on Claudia’s hand movements, I judge that she lets the dildo slide back out and then presses it in deep again.

  “Oh God…” Katarina cries out. Her body starts shaking.

  Mine does too. My legs are mush. My knees feel like they’ll give out.

  Julius seems to know this. He’s got me.

  Claudia grips Katarina’s thigh and continues to push the dildo in and out, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. She lifts her gaze toward the back of Katarina’s head. “I’ve seen you come from less, little lamb. Don’t hold back. Let it go. I want to see you squirt.”

  Squirt? Jesus. I’m in way over my head here. And why wouldn’t she come? She’s obviously aroused. I’m missing something.

  Julius whispers in my ear. “Crazy, isn’t it? I don’t know many women who can do what Katarina can do. She really gets in a headspace that lets her imagine contact she isn’t getting. It’s fascinating.”

  I have not one clue what he’s talking about. And I don’t say a word or move an inch. Besides, I’m mesmerized. I don’t want to blink and miss anything.

  Katarina moans, and her butt cheeks draw together. Her mouth is hanging open, her head tipped back, her body arching. Finally, her entire frame stiffens and she sucks in a deep breath and holds it, the oddest noise coming from her lips. Blissful whimpers that pulse out in rhythm with the jerks from her body.

  When she relaxes against the bench, Claudia eases the dildo out of her. She sets it on a towel on the end table and then proceeds to unclasp every cuff.

  Katarina’s body is limp.

  I feel similarly, except I didn’t get the climax she got.

  Claudia wraps the silk robe around Katarina’s body and helps her off the bench, her arm around the smaller woman’s shoulders in support. “Such a good girl.” She leads her to a loveseat I haven’t noticed along the wall and settles her in the corner, wrapping a blanket around her and handing her a bottle of water.

  I pull my gaze away. Somehow I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment now. Crazy since I’ve just watched a naked woman get restrained and spanked before she had sex with a toy and orgasmed in front of me. Now I feel like I’m intruding?

  Julius eases his hands up to my biceps and turns me around. “Let’s go back upstairs.”

  I nod.

  He guides me to the stairs and keeps a hand on my lower back the entire time. It’s comforting. It’s also confusing. What just happened? More importantly, what happens next?

  Chapter 22

  Master Levi

  I find Julius and Abby in the library.

  Abby’s on the sofa. Her shoes are on the floor, and her feet are tucked under her. Julius is sitting on the coffee table in front of her, elbows on his knees. He lifts his gaze and smiles.

  I pray we haven’t traumatized her.

  “She’s fine,” Julius informs me.

  I release a breath and come closer. I sit on the couch a few inches from her. “That was intense.” I want to touch her, but instead I keep my hands on my thighs. I don’t have permission to touch her yet. I ache to pull her into my arms though. Irrational since that’s not how we operate.

  We don’t coddle women. They know from the moment they sign the contract that they’re entering a deep commitment to obey and learn. They’re always stripped naked immediately and given very little freedom and liberties for the entire three-month stay.

  Abby doesn’t fit this mold. Not even close. She needs a gentler hand at first. She’s nervous and uncertain.

  I glance at Julius and immediately read on his face that he’s on the same page as me. Leery but determined. We may not have asked for this, nor would we ever entertain the idea
, but it has happened, and all three of us have agreed that we can’t and won’t back out now. The only person who might decide this isn’t happening is Abby.

  Every sign from her screams that she’s submissive. I’ve never seen a fully-clothed, uninformed woman so turned on as she was yesterday watching the video and today watching the live filming. She’s green, but she has stepped over a line she can’t return from. I know she’ll decide to stay and take us up on our offer.

  Footsteps behind me inform me Beck has joined us. He rounds to the arm of the sofa on Abby’s other side.

  She tips her face up to look at him.

  He cups her chin. His voice is soft when he speaks. “You okay, angel?”

  “Yes.” She shivers. “I mean no, but… Okay, yes.”

  We all breathe out a sigh of relief.

  “She has concerns, but she’s ready to sign the contract,” Julius informs us.

  Thank. You. God.

  She tips her head to her lap. “I have no idea why I’m consenting to this.” She shakes her head and then lifts her gaze to meet first Beck’s and then Julius’s and then mine. “But I know I’ll regret it my entire life if I don’t.”

  I reach for her hand and wrap my fingers around hers, feeling confident I’ve earned that right. “You have eleven weeks. We won’t go easy on you. We don’t operate that way. If you’re truly in, then we start now. Easing you into our lifestyle will only waste valuable time. Time that would cause us to be unable to cover all the ground we prefer to cover.”

  She swallows.

  Julius clears his throat. “I explained that to her. She knows.”

  She pulls her fingers from mine, dips her head, and covers her face with both hands, sighing, thinking.

  We wait. None of us move or speak. She needs to make this decision on her own.

  Finally, she drops her hands and blows out a breath. “There are things about me you don’t know.”

  “Of course there are. We’ll learn them as we go,” I inform her. “There are far more things about us you don’t know,” I joke to lighten the mood.