Teaching Abby (Surrender Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  I swallow. The first time Levi brought my body to the edge of orgasm and retreated, I thought heaven had descended. He didn’t make me wait long before he took me to the outer circle of the universe. However, since then, I’ve learned that edging can be a far more difficult form of discipline than spanking. My head spins and I lose myself when I need to come so badly that I’m willing to beg.

  Beck lowers onto the chair next to me. “I’d be happy to help. I’m not opposed to spanking a restrained submissive who thinks she can manipulate three Doms.”

  Julius swallows a bite of eggs and adds, “I’ve been wanting to use that paddle with the cutout heart on her sweet bottom too.”

  I sit up straighter, my hands shaking, not daring to add to the banter. It won’t go well for me. In fact, I spread my thighs wider and wrap my ankles around the legs of the chair as if to prove I’m a good girl. I even glance at Julius, hoping he notices. Of the three, he’s the one who refers to me as his “good girl.” They each have a different style, but Julius definitely is the most nurturing.

  “Finish your breakfast, baby.” Julius points his fork toward my plate, the plate full of food I’ve barely touched. They make it so difficult to eat.

  By the time I’ve finished eating, I’m a ball of nerves worrying about what they will do next. Sometimes their banter leads to exactly what they’ve suggested. Other times, they do something unexpected.

  I’m excused to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. The only times during the day that I’m permitted to be alone are when I need to use the bathroom. I stare into the mirror for a moment, trying to catch my breath and prepare myself for whatever might happen when I emerge.

  I stare at myself, inhaling slowly. I’ve been ignoring something that’s starting to weigh on my mind. I’ve been here six weeks. I haven’t had a real period. Granted, there are many factors keeping me from being too worried.

  One is that I’ve never been particularly regular, so skipping periods isn’t a new concept. Two is that I’ve had some spotting a few times, which was probably my body's way of skipping a month. I’ve also had that happen many times in the past. And three, my men always use a condom. They’re meticulous about it. I shake off the concern. It’s totally unfounded.

  They’re waiting for me outside the bathroom. I can hear them talking. Time to find out what’s in store for me this morning.

  Chapter 38

  Master Julius

  It’s time. We’ve given Abby weeks to acclimate to the idea of being with all of us at once. The fact that she has the impression she’s about to get punished for failing to cook the perfect strip of bacon is only making her squirm more.

  She’s precious. We all know it. We’ve had several group meetings late at night while she’s been dead asleep. There’s an elephant in the room every time we discuss our next steps. Never once in ten years have we experienced this level of intensity among us. We’re all holding back. It’s palpable.

  This is not how we operate. But Abby has been a different experience. I had hoped the obvious attributes that made her dissimilar to other submissives were related to her lack of experience and knowledge about the lifestyle.

  I knew I was lying to myself from day one. Hell, probably from the day I first set eyes on her social media profile.

  I’m not the only one. Levi and Beck are mesmerized. There’s tension between the two of them. They may not be willing to admit it out loud, but they both like her. I’ve been watching them. They don’t say anything outright, but they eye each other skeptically, lines forming between their eyes. They’re both jealous of the time she spends with the other.

  I feel like I’m the mediator in this dance. I keep myself at arm’s length, not allowing myself to fall for Abby. It’s not who I am. But Levi and Beck deserve more than they’ve allowed themselves to have in life. They deserve happiness, and if that includes a permanent arrangement with a submissive, then they should go for it.

  I do my best every day to ensure they’re getting equal time with her. I feel like we’re on the set of some bachelor-type reality show, and Abby is the prize. I’m more like the host of the show. The final contestants for her hand are Levi and Beck. Or perhaps both.

  It’s not unheard of. They could find a way to create a ménage arrangement. In fact, I’ve been looking into locations in Cambridge where a second branch of Vanguard Media Specialists could open. I figure that no matter what scenario plays out at the end of the summer, there’s a significant chance that Abby will end up in a relationship with one or both of my current housemates. I just pray it doesn’t ruin the friendship between the men.

  We’re going to take a huge step this morning. It’s in the air. It’s time. Abby needs this experience more than anyone. She’s ready. She has known for six weeks that eventually we would expect her to take all three of us at once. Sometimes, I’m certain she looks at us longingly, wishing we would just do it.

  She’s fidgeting now. Nervous. Wringing her fingers together at the small of her back. We’ve moved to my bedroom where she’s on her knees on the rug. Her nipples are stiff peaks begging to be sucked. Her pussy is glistening with moisture.

  I’ve pointedly locked the bedroom door to ease her mind. She doesn’t need the added stress of an unwelcome interruption. No one would enter my room anyway, but it eases her mind.

  Levi and Beck are removing their clothes. Both are standing behind her, out of her line of sight. They’re exchanging glances. I wish I could call for a timeout and force Levi and Beck to discuss their feelings, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. They’re grown men for God’s sake, the same age as me. They don’t need my interference.

  I remove my own clothes directly in front of our sweet submissive. Somehow I’ve become the director in this odd relationship we have. That’s never been the way we operate either. We are equals. Always. Switching from one to the other, taking charge at different times.

  With Abby, when we’re all four in the room, Levi and Beck look to me to control the narrative. Another reason why I know we’re walking on eggshells. I’m beginning to think the two of them defer to me to eliminate some of the tension between them. An unspoken agreement that if I take charge then neither of them is to blame for getting more screen time, so to speak.

  This arrangement works fine for me because it helps me remain aloof. I never fail to direct the two of them in a way that I have less of a part. This isn’t only when we’re all together either. I’ve taken a step back from the moment I first slid into her tight pussy. I’m still not sure that was one of my best-laid plans. Taking her virginity. I didn’t deserve it. But I sensed even from that first time that there would be a rivalry between Beck and Levi. I knew it would ease the tension if neither of them were first. So, I took that from her.

  I’m not sorry. It was one of the sweetest moments of my life. I struggled to acknowledge either of my housemates’ existence while I made love to our girl. And that’s exactly what I did. Made love to her.

  It’s not that I’m not capable of making love. I am. I do it occasionally. Slow sensual sex that isn’t strictly fucking. Eye contact, kissing, orgasms, the works. I did that to her, and it shook my foundation.

  That’s partly why I stepped back. I try to spend my time with her teaching her new positions and patience and servitude. She sucks at domestic tasks, but I keep working with her anyway because I love the way she gets flustered. The way her cheeks flush and her nipples stand at attention. I love the way she tries so hard to do things she’s uncomfortable doing. For me. Because she wants to please me.

  I’ve told myself over and over that if I remain detached, keep my cock out of her pussy most of the time, and train her to be the best submissive she can be, I’ll be able to preserve my heart and let her go. I have to. It’s my only option.

  Levi clears his throat, and I jerk my gaze from staring at Abby to see him lifting an eyebrow. I suspect I’ve been standing here for a long time pondering, making everyone wait.

  I step forwa
rd and stroke my hand down her head to cup her face, tipping her head back so that she looks me in the eye. “We’re all three going to take you at once. Are you ready for that?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She swallows. Her eyes are wider than usual. Her cheeks are pink.

  I slide my hand down and cup her breast gently. Her skin is so soft. I never tire of stroking it. Even though I’ve only been inside her pussy a few times, I’ve touched every inch of her body every day. Smoothed my palms up and down her torso. Spread her legs. Thrust my fingers into her. Tasted her so many times it’s committed to memory.

  I love the way she softens beneath my touch. Her eyes glaze over. Her body has come alive under our direction. I know she’s struggling with her connection to us just as we are. Perhaps worse because we’re her firsts in all things. I worry she’ll become too attached and think there’s nothing better out there.

  I worry she might be right.

  Needing to make careful decisions here, I circle her, never removing my fingertips from her body. My cock is rock hard. I need to be inside her. I’ve craved her pussy like an addict from the first time I took her. I won’t be the one inside her pussy this morning, however. Or even her ass. I’ll be the one in her mouth. Her gaze will be locked on mine.

  The art of four people having sex is complicated. Limbs are everywhere. It’s difficult to get everything lined up. It distracts from the goal—making sure our submissive’s world is tipped on its axis. We’ve done it. Many times. But we do it because it’s someone’s fantasy and they request it, or because we think they need the experience. As in this case.

  When I return to Abby’s front, I tip her head back again, grab my cock in my hand, and run the tip over her lips. She eagerly flicks out her tongue. I decide it’s best to tell her what’s going to happen. “We’re going to move to the bed, baby. You’ll be on all fours near the edge. Levi’s going to slide between your legs. You’ll lower yourself onto his cock. Beck’s going to stand behind you and take your bottom. I’ll be on my knees in front of you with my dick in your sweet mouth.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispers, a shiver running down her body.

  I help her stand and lead her to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees so that her butt is raised in the air at the edge of the mattress. I climb up and arrange myself with my cock near her mouth. Levi and Beck roll condoms on, and then Levi nudges her legs wide apart and scoots up between them on his back. He knows exactly what I’ve planned because we’ve used this position before. It’s the most coordinated.

  Beck stands at Levi’s knees. He’s squeezing a line of lube onto his fingers.

  I return my gaze to Abby’s, hoping to calm her with my touch and our eye contact. I can see Levi reaching for her breasts, fondling them, weighing them, stroking her nipples. He’s helping her relax. It’s working. She licks her lips.

  Levi lowers one hand to her pussy, and I’m clear on the moment he pushes at least one finger into her. Her lips part and she arches toward me. Levi is an amazing lover. He can bring any woman to their knees. This one is already on her knees, but they’re beginning to shake as he works her pussy, probably thrusting in and out of her tight warmth while rubbing her clit.

  Beck sets a hand on her hip and I glance up to catch his eye and nod at him before he slides his other hand between her butt cheeks.

  Abby bites into her bottom lip. We’ve all worked on her bottom, stretching her, familiarizing her with the feel of having something inside her tighter hole. She’s worn plugs. She’s been fingerfucked. She can do this. The only thing we haven’t done is slide a cock into her.

  “Deep breaths, baby,” I encourage. “Nothing you can’t handle is going to happen here. You’ve had our fingers in your tight bottom several times. You’ve sucked all of us dry. You’ve been well-fucked. We’re just going to do all three at once this time. Fill all your holes. Blow your mind.”

  She moans.

  I continue to grip her cheek with one hand and stroke my cock with the other, running it along her lips, urging her to let go of her bottom lip.

  She complies, licking the tip of my dick while her eyes slide closed.

  I’ll give her a moment inside her head to acclimate, but then I want her gaze on me. I watch her as she tastes me, her tongue circling my cock and then stopping. That’s the moment I know Beck has thrust a few fingers into her bottom. Levi stills beneath her, giving her time to concentrate on Beck before he resumes his movements.

  She sucks in a breath, her mouth wide, her body swaying forward.

  Beck grips her hip, keeping her steady. He’s got her. She won’t collapse.

  “Enter her pussy,” I tell Levi when I judge her to be on the edge. I don’t care if she comes more than once. I can see she’s close.

  Levi grabs her opposite hip with one hand and lines his cock up with the other. He pulls her down onto him, thrusting upward at the same time.

  Abby gasps as if it’s been a month since she’s had sex instead of hours.

  Beck has his hand on her bottom, and I can see he’s easing in and out of her tight hole.

  “Oh God…” Her eyes roll back, and we haven’t even gotten to the good part.

  Levi holds both her hips now, not letting her lift off his erection. A glance at his face between my legs tells me he’s gritting his teeth.

  I look back at Beck. “Now, Beck.” We’re out of our element entirely. I’m reminded that I’ve never directed our scenes like this. Why is it so natural with Abby?

  Beck removes his fingers, lines up his cock, and slowly eases into her.

  She winces, her body stiffening.

  “Look at me, baby.” I know I can calm her if she holds my gaze.

  She blinks up at me. Her face is flushed.

  “Relax your bottom, baby. Let Beck in.”

  She swallows again. I see the struggle in her eyes. I don’t want her to panic. “Breathe through it, baby. I promise you we’re going to blow your mind in a moment. You just have to get used to the feeling.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

  She inhales slowly.

  Beck tips his head back, eyes closed, and presses home. The muscles in his neck clench. Not surprising. Taking a woman’s bottom is mind blowing. He grits his teeth again, fighting the moan I know is right beneath the surface.

  I give Abby a moment, watching her face, judging the second she becomes restless, and then I speak. “Show her how good it is.”

  Levi pumps his hips up and down. He needs to keep her at a fairly level height to accommodate Beck, which means he has to do most of the work from beneath her. When he lowers his body, Beck thrusts forward again. They do this in tandem two more times before Abby starts to shake. “Oh God.”

  My cock is about to erupt. Watching her is my undoing. I know she’s close. I need to be inside her mouth. I want her to orgasm while sucking me. “Suck me, baby,” I encourage.

  Her lips part, and I slowly enter her mouth.

  She’s shockingly eager though, as though she can’t live another second without my cock. She sucks me in deep and then groans around my engorged dick while Beck and Levi continue their choreographed dance beneath her. Taking her all at once like this is complicated, but no one is missing out.

  Abby sucks me hard. She probably isn’t fully aware. When she slides almost off my cock, she falters, her body stiffening. I know the signs. I’ve seen her gorgeous face on the edge of dozens of orgasms. It’s precious. I will forever cherish that look.

  Her mouth slides back down my dick as she groans through her orgasm.

  A piece of me belongs to this woman. It always will.

  Chapter 39

  Abby

  My entire body is shaking as the waves of my orgasm consume me. I’ve never come this hard. So many sensations coming at me at once. I don’t know how I manage to keep my mouth on Julius, but it’s as if I need him inside me. I need his taste on my lips while Beck and Levi pump in and out of me.

  My tight passage burned for several seconds
when Beck first pressed inside, but I’m feeling nothing but pleasure now. He and Levi have done this before. They’re completely in sync. They know exactly how hard and when to thrust, alternating between them.

  I’m slightly bothered by the thought that they’ve fucked other women like this, but I shake it off. It’s me now. Just me. I’m the one they smile at every day. I’m the one they can’t keep their eyes off of. Me. Abby Wise. Former virgin who just came hard while having sex with three men at the same time.

  My arousal isn’t abated either. It’s climbing again even though I’m fighting to enjoy every thrust, every movement, the feel of Julius’s cock in my mouth. The way Beck is holding my butt. Levi’s grip on my hips. Julius stroking my cheek.

  I gasp around Julius’s erection when Levi and Beck switch their rhythm and thrust into me in tandem. I’m so full. Every nerve ending is screaming for attention. Julius was right. There’s nothing like this in the world. Anyone who doesn’t have three men doting on them at once is missing out.

  Levi thrusts deeper, slamming his hips upward.

  I slide on and off Julius’s cock faster. It’s the only way I can express how much I love this.

  Beck’s fingers on my ass are grounding me. He’s stroking me with his thumb. Reassuring me. Telling me how much this means to him. They’re all expressing themselves with their actions.

  “Julius…” Beck warns in a deep voice.

  I know he’s about to come. I’ve heard that warning tone from all of them before. He holds himself steady and groans out his release.

  Levi picks up the pace, slamming his hips up and down several more strokes before joining Beck in a matching moan of pleasure.

  Julius stays very still, letting me set the pace. I’m so consumed with emotion that I need him to come with the rest of us. I double my efforts, sucking him hard. He cups my face with both hands and holds me steady, thrusting in and out of me himself now.

  I hollow my cheeks with every withdraw. Moments later, he stiffens, keeping the head of his erection near the back of my throat. I know he’s going to come, so I start swallowing before the first squirt hits my mouth.