Teaching Abby (Surrender Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  The way she’s blinking up at me now, her lip caught once again between her teeth, a serious question in her eyes, makes me groan inside. I step down to her level, kneel on the step below her feet, and take her face in my hands. “You’re perfect.”

  I realize that doesn’t answer her question. In fact, it’s kind of loaded. Inside, I’m freaking out. I’ve known her for ten days. I’ve known for every moment of those ten days that she was special. I’d be a fool to continue to pretend this means nothing.

  A shadow comes over us, and I glance up to find Levi standing at the edge of the pool. His fingers are casually in his pockets and he’s rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. His expression is tense. I’ve never seen him like this. We stare at each other for a moment, and then Abby twists her head around to look at him.

  She clears her throat. “How long were you standing there, Sir?”

  “Long enough.” For a second he looks pissed, but then his expression changes to a smirk. “Wish I had been filming that, sweetness. It was hot.”

  She flinches, her cheeks turning red. “I don’t think I need video of every single thing, Sir.”

  He lifts a brow. “Is that so?” His eyes are dancing with mirth.

  I worry that Levi is jealous, which is insane. We don’t have jealousy between us. Ever. I need to separate myself from the crazy hold Abby has on me. I know exactly what to do to smooth things over with Levi and right my head at the same time. “Let’s take this inside. I’ll grab the camera and film her second blowjob.”

  Levi’s smile widens. “I like that plan.”

  “What plan?”

  We all turn to find Julius striding toward us. His face lights up when he sees that Abby is in the pool, probably because she’s also naked.

  “It’s time to take our girl to new heights,” I inform Julius and Levi and myself at the same time. “She’s ready.”

  When I look back at Abby, she’s shivering. A glance at her tits tells me she’s also on board. The tips are rock hard. I rise to standing, helping her do the same, and then I lead her out of the water.

  I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Abigail Wise naked in the sunshine, her hair pulled up in the messy bun she put it in earlier in the day, water dripping off her body, her tits swollen and heavy, her pussy bare, her face a gorgeous shade of red, and her bottom lip between her teeth.

  I want to spank her. The urge is strong. I want to spank her until she comes over and over from the contact. Maybe I’ll do that first, make her orgasm from my palm before we enter her sweet body. She’ll be more pliant. Soft. Relaxed.

  Julius hands me a towel. One towel. I dry myself off while Abby waits, fidgeting beside me, saying nothing. I dry her little body with the same towel when I’m finished. I notice Levi has her soaking wet slip in his hands. He’s wringing it out. He doesn’t give it to her.

  Julius reaches a hand out to her. “Come, baby.”

  She shivers again as she follows Julius back into the house, through the library, and then up the main stairs to the second floor. Levi follows the two of them. I bring up the rear, the towel around my hips my only clothing. I’m not worried about my nudity. I’ve been naked in every part of this house.

  We encounter no one, which is probably why Abby blows out a breath when we enter Julius’s room. Her shoulders relax marginally too. I can’t blame her for her concerns. She’s new to the fetish world. It’s not surprising that she would be unnerved by exposing herself.

  Hell, she’s new to everything. She’s a virgin. She just gave her first blowjob. Her first orgasm happened at our hands yesterday. So much has happened in less than two days.

  The energy in the room is palpable. All of us are on edge. I drop my towel and sit on the side of the bed while Julius and Levi undress. Abby shifts her weight from one foot to the other, but she manages to avoid retreating, her hands clasped behind her back, her tits thrust forward. She shudders a few times.

  I reach out a hand. “Angel…”

  She comes to me, seemingly pleased to have been given a direction. I angle her between my legs with my hands on her hips, and then I lower my mouth to suckle a nipple.

  She moans, her head tipping back as Julius and Levi join us, each setting a hand on her shoulders.

  “Her tits are so sensitive,” Levi comments.

  Julius cups the free one, pinching her nipple, proving Levi’s point as she arches her back.

  I remember my earlier statement and release her swollen bud. “Let me get the camera. I want her to suck both of you. I want to film it.”

  She shivers, a whimper coming from her lips. “Sir…”

  I cup her face with both hands. “Have you been displeased with any of the videos we’ve shot so far?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then trust me. Trust me to get it right.”

  She nods.

  Julius pulls her back a few inches to let me up. I head for the closet to grab the closest camera. When I turn around, she’s on her knees in the middle of the room, a pillow under her. Her face is tipped downward, and Levi is removing the band holding her hair back.

  I know what he’s thinking. Her hair will hide her face. It’s also curlier than usual from being wound up in a bun in the humidity coming from the pool.

  Levi runs his hands through the long, thick lengths, separating it to make it fuller. It falls over her shoulders and around her face. I’m mesmerized, watching her intently for so long without moving. I haven’t opened the camera bag when Levi catches my eye.

  We share another look between us. Another long moment when neither of us speaks. We may be incredibly in tune when it comes to submissives and how to handle them, but this is outside of the norm. His face is set. He wants her as badly as I do. He’s concerned. Jealous. Frustrated. I can read all of this. We need to discuss it later. Not now.

  I make a decision that will put both of us at ease as I open the camera bag. “I want you to explore Levi’s cock the same way you did mine, angel. I’m going to film it from the side and the back. No one will be able to tell who you are. When you’ve swallowed him, Julius is going to take over.”

  She shivers.

  I step closer and cup her chin, tipping her head back so she meets my gaze. “I’ll keep filming while he takes your pussy for the first time.” I watch her, gauging her reaction, ensuring this is what she wants. It’s important that Julius take her virginity. I know he feels deeply for Abby just like Levi and I do, but he’s less invested. He would never consider taking another woman into his life permanently. He’s been burned. He’s hardened. He can remain aloof and stick to the sex without letting his heart get involved.

  Abby nods. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

  I shift my gaze to Julius to find his brow furrowed in concern. He’s looking at Levi and then he shifts his gaze to me. Questioning my logic, apparently finding it sound, and then giving me one nod of assent. I have no doubt he realizes Levi and I are both in turmoil. He’s also going to address this later.

  But not now apparently. He has done nothing to stop this from happening. He may have words to say, but whatever is in his head is not big enough to suggest we step back.

  I release Abby’s chin and lift the camera, backing up as I adjust the lens.

  Showtime.

  Chapter 34

  Master Levi

  I’ve never been this out of body. This woman. God. She has me around her finger. Tightly wound. My cock is so hard it’s going to explode in her mouth with embarrassing speed.

  I’m not sure what Beck is thinking. No. That’s not true. I know Beck. I know exactly what he’s thinking. Same thing I am. That she’s not like any other woman we’ve trained. She’s special. We have a problem on our hands. I pray it doesn’t ruin our friendship or the relationship we have with Julius.

  Julius isn’t unaffected either. His brow is furrowed. It has been for days. I find him staring at her intently. Judging. Thinking. Worrying. His dick is as hard as mine, and he’s absent
ly stroking it up and down. He has spent twenty years of his life hardened against women, and rightfully so. But I’m not sure he can remain as in control as he has for two decades. Abby is under his skin. She’s under all of our skin. This is not going to get better after we’ve been inside her.

  As I step in front of her, she lifts her gaze to mine, licking her lips. I set a hand on her shoulder and slide it up to cup her cheek. “Did you enjoy sucking Beck off, sweetness?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is strong.

  “Can you do it again?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I love the way she addresses us with such respect when it really matters. She often gets flippant when we’re just conversing, and I can’t fathom why we have let her do this. But when we’re truly controlling her, in the bedroom especially, she fully submits.

  I grasp my cock and bring it to her lips, knowing Beck is filming, not needing to check and make sure he’s ready. He’s been filming from the moment he picked up the camera. He’s close too. At our side, slightly to her back.

  Keeping my hand on her face, I hold her steady while I rub the tip of my cock over her parted lips.

  She flicks her tongue out, tasting me.

  It’s all I can do to keep from moaning at the visual alone. I’m so glad we’re filming this. I will cherish this video for my entire life. In fact, I swipe her hair over her shoulder to ensure Beck is getting her lips, her tongue.

  “Open for me, sweetness.”

  Her mouth widens and she tries to lean forward.

  I approve of her eagerness, but she needs to stay in her place.

  “I’ll control this. Not you.”

  She swallows. I love how her throat bobs when she’s nervous.

  Finally, I take another step closer and ease into her mouth. “Open wide, Abby. Let me in.”

  She spreads her jaw wider, wide enough to accept me without issue. Beck and I are close in size and length. Julius is longer than both of us and marginally narrower. He’s the best choice to enter her tight pussy the first time.

  My mind goes completely blank as her lips wrap around me and she sucks me in deeper than anticipated. I rock forward, nearly stumbling.

  Julius steps up behind her. He lifts her hands above her head and holds them against his chest, forcing her shoulders back and her chin higher.

  Her eyes widen as she glances up at me.

  I slide almost out, cupping her face, pressing her head against Julius’s belly. His cock rests near her ear. In this position, I don’t know how Beck is keeping her identity hidden from the lens, but I trust him. Or if he fails, I also trust him to edit out the parts that are too revealing before he even shows her the video. I have to trust him. Abby trusts him. It’s our promise to her. We have never once knowingly broken a promise to a submissive. We won’t start now.

  I grit my teeth as I ease back into her mouth, watching the way her lips part for me, the way her eyes water at the corners, the way her nostrils flare as she takes a breath.

  Julius speaks as I draw almost out again. “Squeeze my hand if it’s too much, baby.” His fingers are threaded with hers. He’s the best Dom I know. I’m certain he’s watching her closely for signs of distress even though we have her pinned, my cock in her mouth.

  Beck inches closer, his lens zooming in. He’s just as naked as the rest of us, and I consider for a moment that we haven’t shot many scenes naked over the years. Occasionally we have been in some state of undress for a scene, but more often than not, the videos we make are for someone else. Not ourselves.

  Abby sucks me into her greedy mouth this time, her face softening as her tongue drags along the underside of my cock. I love the feel of her lips wrapped around me. There’s nothing like it in the world. I’m in a trance. No woman has ever so totally consumed me like this.

  I’m in trouble. I know this. We all do. It’s unspoken, but it’s palpable in the air. I shake the concern away as she sucks again, letting my mind focus on her alone. Getting lost in her eyes and the bob of her tits as she swallows me.

  I’m too close. I grit my teeth as I grip her chin tighter. “I’m going to come, sweetness. Swallow me.” I know she can, because I just watched her swallow Beck, and she enjoyed it.

  My eyes slide closed as I lose focus. I set my free hand on her shoulder to keep my balance as my balls draw up tight. And then I’m there, right on the edge, unable and unwilling to hold back. I thrust forward hard, lodging deeper, and my orgasm comes violently. Every burst of my come into her mouth drags me further under her spell.

  Chapter 35

  Abby

  I’m shaking as I swallow Levi’s come. Not because I didn’t enjoy myself but because I’m confused about how it could be possible to be so fully consumed by more than one man. I’ve never imagined a scenario in which I might be on my knees sucking a man off. And I’ve done so twice, with two different men, in less than an hour. While the other man and their mutual friend watch.

  I’m certifiable. I don’t think I could even tell Sabine about this in my life. In fact, I have not called her in three days. Mostly because I don’t have the foggiest idea what I might say. I’ve fawned over these three every time I’ve spoken to her for the past week. She knows me. If my demeanor changes, she’ll pick up on it immediately. I don’t have a poker face. Not even on the phone.

  I’m still shivering when Julius releases my wrists and slides one of his palms to my back. “Hands and knees, baby.”

  I glance back at him.

  He lifts a brow.

  I face front again as Levi steps to the side, and then I lean forward to put my weight on my hands. My hair falls all around my face, shielding it from view. Blocking them from my view at the same time.

  Levi’s feet step into my line of sight, his hands running through my hair. Considering the fact that I assume Beck is still holding the camera, it must be Julius whose hands are on my hips. “Spread your legs wider, Abby,” he demands.

  I do so, immediately. I’m so aroused. I’m also shocked that I could be turned on by a blowjob. I know next to nothing, but any joking I’ve ever heard peripherally from girls always insinuated they weren’t too keen on sucking their boyfriends off. They were doing something wrong apparently. Or they were with the wrong guys.

  Julius cups my butt cheeks and molds his hands to them. I tip my head farther to glance between my legs and realize he’s squatting behind me. He nudges my knees wider and positions himself between them. The inability to close my thighs makes me feel more exposed.

  “Did she earn a few spankings today, Beck?” Julius asks.

  He chuckles from my side. “You could say that. She either can’t keep from biting that sexy lip, or she likes to be spanked.”

  I shiver. He’s right. On both counts.

  “Please,” Beck continues, “feel free to swat that sweet bottom for me. I’d rather film it as it pinkens than do it myself right now.”

  I moan as Julius squeezes my cheeks, pulling them apart, exposing my tight hole. Beck steps closer to my butt, making me nervous. I can’t explain why but filming my most intimate hole seems far more exposing than anything else he’s filmed. I say nothing, concentrating on the feel of Julius’s masterful hands on me.

  I gasp when he suddenly removes his palms and gives me a hard swat. It’s unexpected. I wasn’t prepared mentally yet.

  Again. And again. I rock forward, but Levi stops me with a hand to my shoulder. “Don’t try to escape it, sweetness. It will only make Julius hotter. His dick is dripping for you already. He won’t stop spanking that sweet ass until he’s ready.”

  I whimper, nerves pushing in on me. I’m surrounded. Controlled. I’m on my hands and knees letting a man spank my bottom as if I deserve to be disciplined.

  And I like it. Wetness is coating my thighs. I want more. I want Julius to spank me harder. I want him to fuck me.

  When he thrusts two fingers into my sheath unexpectedly, I cry out, lifting my gaze, realizing my face is level with Levi’s eno
rmous erection, the one I just sucked dry. Apparently he doesn’t need recovery.

  My butt is burning. The relentless fingers inside me are thrusting in and out, scissoring, stretching me. Julius continues to spank me with his other hand. Levi holds me in place.

  And Beck… I’m too far gone to know for sure where he’s standing and what part of me he’s filming. Julius removes his fingers and rubs them over my clit, the wetness coating them with more than enough lubrication to slide over my sensitive nub. He continues to swat my bottom all over. I’m certain it will be a dark red before he’s done. The vibrations are traveling to my core, making me want what he’s no longer giving me. The fullness of being entered.

  “Please,” I beg, glancing up at Levi as if he has the power to grant me what I need.

  “Please what?” he asks.

  “Please. Oh, God. Please, Sir. Somebody fuck me.” I can’t believe that word has left my lips, but it has. I’m desperate.

  Julius’s fingers disappear, and I groan as he stops spanking me at the same time.

  Levi grasps my biceps. “Let’s get you on the bed, sweetness. Julius is going to take you on your back this first time. We want you to be comfortable.”

  My legs are wobbling. I need to come so badly. Thank God Levi helps me onto the mattress and scoots me back. He climbs up beside me too, resting his chin on his palm as if nothing out of the ordinary is occurring. “Lift your hands over your head, sweetness. Spread your legs open wide.”

  I do as I’m told, glancing around, looking for Julius. He’s climbing between my legs while he rolls a condom down his length. He’s longer than Beck and Levi, but I don’t think he’s as wide. This might be good.

  His hands land at my sides, his expression serious. “Is this what you want, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  He watches my face for a moment, and then, still gauging my expression, he lifts one hand and strokes my skin, circling my nipple, his fingers dancing down my body until they land on my folds again. “You’re tight, baby.” He thrusts two fingers into me again for emphasis.