Jennifer's Surrender (18 page)

 
“Because you told me to.” I answered, and
he smiled. Apparently, that’s all he needed to hear.

 
“Do you know why you liked it?”

I thought
about it for a moment. “I felt powerful. Like my sexiness was my power. I don’t
know, it just turned me on, having both of you look at me like that.” I paused
and thought more about it, “And I like pleasing you. You seemed to enjoy it.
Plus, it wasn’t like Bill saw me naked.”

When I look
back, I know I can’t put all the blame on Master. I was a willing participant
from the get-go. And I enjoyed it. I suppose I must still enjoy some parts of
it, otherwise I would leave, right?

In the
beginning, it was all so exciting. So sexy and naughty. Master awakened a side
of me that I think was always there but that I had never explored. Perhaps this
side was meant to stay buried. I’m sure I could have gone through life without
ever experiencing the things that I now have. In some ways, I feel I would be missing
out. But to live to such extremes, that can’t be healthy either.

And, can we
just let our sexuality rule our lives? At a certain point there can’t be any
more boundaries to push. And at a certain age, I know I won’t be sexy anymore.
Then what?

 
“Let’s go, I want to show you something.”
Sir said.

 
“Something like what I just showed you?”
I asked playfully and looked down at his crotch.

 
“Naughty girl. If I didn’t know any
better, I’d say you liked that little display even more than I thought you would.”
I loved it when he was playful.

 
“Well, it did turn me on, Sir. I mean,
I’m always turned on with you…” I trailed off, embarrassed.

 
“And I, you, little bird. But no, that’s
not what I am going to show you, not right now at least. Grab your stuff. I’m
taking you somewhere I think you’ll enjoy.”

I was about to
protest, or at least ask for my bra back. But I knew full well that if he
wanted me to put it back on, he would have handed it back to me. There was no
point in me arguing. Bill had already seen me jiggling around. I would just put
my sweater on to make it through the office. As I rose and gathered my things,
including picking my panties up off the floor, I started to slip the sweater
on.

 
“Leave the sweater off, Jennifer.” He
said in his
make no mistake, this is not
open for discussion
voice.

I was so
afraid that if I didn’t do as he asked that he would cancel our evening or be
mad at me the entire time. Even this early on, pleasing him was becoming more
important than most anything else. I didn’t want to challenge him on this. I
just wanted to be with him. I rationalized that relationships are all about
compromise… though I would have been hard pressed to come up with what exactly
he was compromising on.

But what I
also knew was that no one had ever cared so much about anything in my life.
Certainly not my parents. Jim couldn’t have cared less what I wore or didn’t
wear. It just wasn’t that important to anyone.
I
wasn’t that important to anyone. The fact that Sir was so
insistent on what he wanted from me made me feel important to him. I may not
agree with what he wanted, but I knew that I was the focus of his thoughts and
desires. If I didn’t matter to him, then he wouldn’t have been so insistent, I
rationalized.

So, I shut
down my computer, grabbed my bag and my sweater and started out the door. It’s
funny how one tiny garment could have such an impact on sensation, awareness,
comfort. It wasn’t a long walk down the hall to the front door, but I was aware
of every step I took. I was fortunate that gravity was still on my side, for
the most part. But I wasn’t 17 either.

On our way
out, Sir said, “I just want to pop in and say goodbye to Bill.” So we made a
detour to his office. Sir leaned in and said, “I’m stealing Jennifer for the
evening.”

 
“Then I know she’ll be in good hands.”
Bill said to Sir and then, “Good night, Jen.” And I looked at him, made eye
contact, and wished him a good night too. There was something in his eyes. Of
course, given what he had just seen, it could have just been my mind playing
tricks on me. It wasn’t the first time I had thought about Bill in more than
just professional ways, but those had always been private fantasies. Feeling
like I could be the object of his desire fueled my ego and lust. Lust that I
couldn’t wait to unleash with Sir.

He put his
hand on the small of my back and once we got into the elevator he barely waited
for the door to close before he pushed me up against the wall, claiming my
mouth as he ground his leg between mine. His mouth devoured mine and his hand
slipped inside my blouse and pinched my nipple, hard. I moaned into his mouth
as he brutally kissed me. When the elevator stopped, we broke away, both
panting as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out forcefully. The way he was
leading me to his car, I thought he was suddenly angry. “Is something wrong?
Are you upset with me?”

He almost did
a double take, his expression going from intense to soft in a heartbeat. “Oh,
God no, Jennifer. I’m not mad at you. I just want to get you somewhere I can
fuck you.” and then, as if for emphasis, “Hard.” And then the corners of his
mouth turned up and I exhaled, relieved that it was just passion, not anger.

 
“We could always go back up to my
office…” I suggested and he chuckled as he opened my door, helping me inside.

 
“Thank you, but I have a better place in
mind.”

I settled into
his car and buckled my seatbelt. As we started to drive through the parking
lot, he looked at my chest, my breasts separated by the seatbelt, making my
boobs that much more apparent, just as he went over a speed bump faster than he
should have. A huge grin came over his face as he watched my tits bounce. And I
couldn’t help but laugh, “What are you, like 13 years old?”

 
“You’re the one not wearing a bra!” he
said trying to stifle a laugh. I hadn’t ever seen him be silly, so this side of
him was a welcome change from Mr. serious. He made a point of hitting the speed
bumps hard for the rest of the way out of the lot, each time looking at me and
smiling. I laughed the rest of the way out the lot feeling both relaxed and
horny.

We arrived at
our destination, his resort, Tutto. It wasn’t officially open to the public
yet, but as we pulled up to the valet, there were people working. As one young
man opened my door, I was reminded again about my attire, but knowing that
worrying about it would do nothing other than piss Sir off, I chose to embrace it,
standing up straight with my shoulders back. I wasn’t trying to show off, I
just knew that in situations like this, if I was confident and proud, it would
give me the power, versus feeling like a victim.

Sir came
around the car and put his arm around my waist, whispering in my ear, “You are
so God damned sexy, I can’t wait to get you alone.” I grinned up at him as he
led me into the hotel.

The place was
amazing, which was evident before setting foot inside. Just the circular
driveway felt like I had been transported to some Italian fantasy. It reminded
me of his house, but more opulent. From the moment he stepped out of the car,
people were tripping over themselves saying, “Hello, Mr. London. Good to see
you, Mr. London. We weren’t expecting you, Mr. London. How can we help you, Mr.
London…” and on and on. I wasn’t sure I had ever before seen anyone actually
scurry, but seeing multiple people walking so quickly, this way and that, I
could actually feel the energy of the place change.

I whispered up
to him, “Mr. London, I think you’ve officially scared everyone here.”

He raised an
eyebrow and answered, “Good.” Then flashed a quick smile.

 
“Our soft launch starts next week, so
little surprises like this are good reminders that they need to be game ready.”
I nodded, understanding just how much was at stake.

The lobby area
was both elegant and comfortable. It was clear that no detail was left
untouched. All the fixtures, the fabrics, the molding, the lights, the vases,
everything looked hand picked like the place was intimately decorated, but the
quality of it all was clearly the highest possible. He walked us through the
lobby out to the balcony that overlooked the Pacific ocean. There were tables
and chairs, and once outside, I realized that it was a terraced balcony all the
way down the hill. Each table and balcony held multiple candles and twinkling
lights, and the effect was dramatic. It was so romantic, between the
candle-light and the sounds of the waves crashing, I felt like I was on the
Italian Riviera.

 
“Oh, Sir, it’s beautiful out here. It’s,
it’s magical.” He slid from my side as I spoke so that now he was behind me,
his hands snaked around my waist, his front pressed into my back.

 
“Mmmm, I’m glad you like it, little
bird.” He said as he smoothed the hair away from my neck and started nibbling.
I tilted my neck to the side to give him better access and he took advantage of
it, biting and sampling my skin as his embrace became tighter and his hands
reached up under my shirt. His hands started kneading my breasts, finding the
nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. I was complete putty
in his hands, relaxed into his embrace and enjoying everything he was doing to
me.

 
“If you think this is magical, wait until
we get to our suite.” He said as he released me, grabbed my hand and walked me
back inside to the reception desk.

A beautiful
young woman greeted us, “Good evening, Mr. London. Good to see you.” She was
the modicum of grace and professionalism. And I briefly thought, I sure hope
she didn’t show her boss what I showed my boss today.

 
“Thank you, Veronica. I’d like the palazzo
suite for the night.”

 
“Of course, Mr. London.” If this woman
had any thoughts or opinions about this, her face never showed it. She
fastidiously programmed a key card and handed it over. “Please let us know if
there’s anything else we can do to make your stay more enjoyable.”

 
“Thank you, Veronica. Just be ready when
we open.”

 
“Yes, Mr. London.” She said and nodded
her head. Sir led me across the lobby to the elevators.

Once inside, I
cocked my head to the side, and as coquettishly as possible asked, “Mr. London,
is there anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable?”

One eyebrow
lifted and he smirked, “Someone has become awfully bold all of a sudden.”

 
“It must be the freedom I feel without
the constraints of a bra.” I teased.

 
“Is that right? Well, we just might have
to make this more of a regular thing then.” He winked and then led me out as
the elevator doors opened.

His hands
didn’t leave my body until we got to the double doors at the end of the
hallway. He slid the key card and then opened the door. As he turned on the
lights, I could see why it was called the palazzo suite. It was like a palace,
or at least what I imagined what a palace looked like. The living room was a
couple steps down. As I walked across it out to the balcony, I saw that the
whole suite had a 180 degree view of the coast.

Sir came out
to join me, coming up behind me and grabbing me roughly. “You can enjoy the
view later. I wasn’t kidding about wanting to fuck you, and I’ve waited longer
than I wanted to. Come.” His words sent shivers all throughout my body, most of
them centered in my core. I followed him back inside as he led me over to the
couch. “Arms up.” I raised my arms and he lifted my blouse off. He unbuttoned
my jeans and slid them off, and once again, I was naked and he was clothed. He
soon took his suit jacket off, but that was all I got to see as he turned me
around, bent me over the back of the couch, kicked my legs apart as I heard his
zipper and then felt his cock against my pussy lips. He rubbed it, making sure
I was wet, which I had been from the time we were in my office. And in one
quick thrust, he was all the way in, forcing something between a moan and a scream
out of me. He grabbed my hips and rammed his rod in me. He wasn’t kidding about
wanting to fuck me hard.

I was so
turned on from everything that had come earlier, I didn’t need anything more
than his cock pounding into me. Soon after he started, I started feeling my
orgasm rising. He made it clear the previous weekend that I wasn’t to come
without his permission. Even when I was with him. It was an odd concept to me,
but it was what he wanted. And, given that it wasn’t hard for me to get there with
him, I wasn’t worried I would lose it. If anything, asking him, and waiting for
his permission made me even hornier. “Sir, may I come please?”

“Yes,
Jennifer, because you asked so nicely.” He bit out breathily as he continued
pounding into me. I was somewhat surprised, I thought he was going to make me
wait, so it took me a moment to get it back. Focusing on the feeling of his
cock ramming into me, that familiar feeling started up again, and as the
tingling started rising from my feet, it spread out over my core and then
exploded. As I came his intensity became even more fierce, his arms pulling and
pushing me back and forth with such force and then as my orgasm was rolling, he
let loose inside of me, growling as he came, jerking my hips back hard over and
over again.

We both lay
there, panting, collecting ourselves for a few minutes when he finally said,
“Why don’t you go shower. I’ll be in after I order us some dinner.”

I finally
straightened up and answered, “Yes, Sir.” And then turned to my left and then
my right, “Um, which way?” he chuckled and pointed. I followed and ended up in
the master bedroom which was enormous. I didn’t stop to admire it knowing that
when he gave an order, he expected it to be followed, so I went into the
bathroom, also huge, and turned on the shower. It was one of those that had
around half a dozen shower heads, pointing from every different direction.
There was one that was a little lower than waist height, as in, right around
the height of my pussy. I angled it so that it was hitting my little bud, which
was already sensitive from a few minutes earlier. It wouldn’t take long if I
were to just leave it there. I lifted my leg so that my foot was resting on the
little tile bench and arched back, letting the water from the ceiling rinse my
hair back and the jets surrounding me wash away everything else. I grabbed the
soap and started randomly soaping myself, but really, I was just rubbing my
body, taking in all the sensations, including the pulsing jet on my clit. I
knew I should move so that I didn’t come without Sir’s permission, but it felt
so good. I was so lost in all of it, I must have unconsciously started moving
my hips so that the jet stream would go round and round my clit.