Jennifer's Surrender (36 page)

 
“Oh Bill, oh, Bill, oh, I can’t, I can’t,
oh Bill, oooohhhh…”

 
“Yes, that’s my girl, come again, I want
to see, yes, oh, yes,” he said as I felt it again.

When I opened
my eyes, he was grinning up at me and just held up four fingers. I laughed and
shook my head. With him still inside me, I reached over to grab a bottle of
water from the night stand and took a sip. I motioned to him and he nodded. So
I said, “Open wide.”

 
“Hey, that’s my line.” He said with a
smile and then opened his mouth and I poured water in.

 
“More?” I asked.

 
“You’re only half way there.”

 
“I meant water!”

 
“I know.” He said, grabbing the bottle
from me, putting it back on the night stand and then roughly grabbing my hips
and turning us so I was on my back and he was on his side. A new position. Oh
my god, he was going to fuck me to death!

In the end, we
got to six when he finally came. I couldn’t believe that I could come that
much. After having been with someone who was big on orgasm denial, this was
definitely the other side of the coin.

After going to
the bathroom, when I came back to bed, Bill was lying on his back. I curled up
onto his chest and he stroked my hair. “How you doing? You ok?” he asked
tenderly.

I looked up at
him, “You’re asking this of the girl you just gave six orgasms?”

 
“I know, we didn’t meet our goal. But
there’s still middle of the night sex, and any orgasms then go towards the
final tally.”

 
“Is this like an Olympic sport for you?!
If so, what do you think the Russian judge will give us?”

He pinched my
nipple and I yelped. “The Russians are very demanding. They’ll definitely want
to see if we make up the last two.”

 
“Good to know. Next time, I’m going to
stretch before coming to bed.”

We laid there
for a bit and then he tipped my chin up so I was looking at him and said,
“Seriously, are you ok?”

 
“I’m light years past ok, Bill. You?” I
was surprised to hear myself say that, but that kneejerk reaction was accurate.
In all the time that Stephen kept telling me to stop thinking about what we
were doing, I was finally able to apply that principle. Just not with him. The
sex with Bill was amazing. And I felt great. Part of me did want those ugly
memories erased, but I knew that the sex with Bill had nothing to do with what
I had experienced previously. Only I had the power to connect the two, and I
didn’t want to taint what just happened with Bill with anything else.

 
“I just wish I hadn’t waited so long.” He
said and kissed the top of my head. “Now, get some rest. You’re going to need
it.” He said devilishly as he turned out the light and I fell fast asleep just
like that.

I woke up in
the middle of the night with him spooning behind me, playing with my pussy. I
arched back to give him a better angle and he slid his cock in. It was a slow
lazy fuck at first, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing my nipple, our bodies
rocking back and forth together, until we both started feeling it. He rolled me
onto my stomach and fucked me hard until I screamed, bringing on his orgasm. He
collapsed on top of me and we just lay there, me feeling the weight of him on
me until he rolled off. Before he could say anything, I whispered, “Seven.” And
heard him chuckle. We both drifted off after that.

When I woke in
the morning, I was surprised to find Bill still asleep next to me. Poor guy was
probably exhausted given all the ‘work’ he did. I still hadn’t had a chance to
taste him, and I thought a morning blow job would be a nice way of saying thank
you. I burrowed down under the covers to find morning wood. Not completely hard
yet, but most of the way there. I licked the tip first, familiarizing myself
with him, tasting myself on him. Then I took him in my mouth, sliding all the
way down. I started working his cock and soon felt his hands in my hair, “Mmmm,
God that feels good, Jen.” I loved hearing that and loved being able to give
him pleasure like this. I increased my rhythm sucking him root to tip, relaxing
my throat so I could take him all the way. He groaned and I kept sucking. I
could feel his cock twitch and his balls draw up as he moaned and came into my
mouth. I sucked until the last drop, enjoying the taste of him, happy to be
able to please him.

When I poked
my head from out of the cover he had a silly grin on his face. “I just had the
craziest dream.” He teased and I took the bait.

 
“Oh yeah? What happened?”

 
“I was in the Olympics…” he said and then
trailed off as he pulled me to him. We hugged and he said, “Morning, Jen.”

 
“Good morning, Bill.”

We laid there
for a while, him stroking my back, my head on his chest listening to his
heartbeat. “I don’t know why, but I’m starving.” He said. “Come on, breakfast.”

 
“Yes, sir.” I flinched the minute I said
it.

 
“Jen, it’s ok. I’m not him. And I like
it.”

 
“But I can still call you Bill?”

 
“That
is
my name.” he smiled. “Jen, we’ll figure this out. Now come on, I’m starving.”
 

We made
omelets and toast and ate outside. It was already warm, and I loved being able
to take advantage of such a nice setting. Given the choice, I would always
choose to be out in nature, even if it was just a backyard.

As comfortable
as I was with Bill, breakfast was a little awkward. In the silence, I started
retreating into my mind, wondering what the hell I had just done. I wasn’t
really eating, more like moving the food around on my plate.

 
“Jen, sweetheart, what is it? What’s
wrong?”

I turned to
him, tears in my eyes, wishing I weren’t so damn emotional. The clarity that
I’d had the night before had time to marinate in my brain, and it wasn’t so
clear anymore. “I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I mean, I
just got out of one relationship, if you can even call it that, and now, now
I’m sleeping with my boss a week later?”

 
“Jen, I stopped being just your boss a while
ago. We both know that. Last night just consummated it. My feelings haven’t
changed.”

 
“But, but don’t you think there’s
something wrong with me to start something with you so quickly?”

 
“What would the right amount of time be?
Is there a magic number?” he asked and I shrugged. “The way I see it is, we’ve
had feelings for each other for a long time, and, for better or worse, the
opportunity presented itself now. Would it be better or clearer if it were
months from now? Perhaps. But that’s not what was put in front of us.”

The words he
said made sense, but I was still feeling so confused. He obviously saw that. He
scooted his chair back and then his whole demeanor changed. “Jennifer, come
here.” He said and patted his thighs. I immediately felt my pussy tingle as I
got up and walked over to him. “Pull down your shorts and lay your body over my
knees.” I swallowed and did exactly as he said. He held my back down with one
arm and then started spanking me. The first few spanks stung, but then, then it
turned into that strange feeling for me. He went on for a while, and I know I
was crying, but it was such a good cleansing crying as he spanked the sobs
worked themselves out and then finally I was at peace. When he felt my crying
subside and my breathing come back he started rubbing my ass gently.
Eventually, he helped me up and sat me on his lap.

 
“Better?” he asked sincerely, stroking my
cheek, and I nodded as I sniffled.

 
“Thank you.” I said, embarrassed, unable
to look him in the eye. He cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him.

 
“Why are you embarrassed?”

 
“I’m starting to think there’s something seriously
wrong with me. I, I liked that.” I looked down again, but he brought my face
back up to him. “I, I needed that.”

 
“I know you did. That’s why I gave it to
you, sweetheart. So what’s to feel bad about?”

 
“What kind of person
needs
that?” I huffed, shaking my head. “And, I don’t want this to
turn into what I had with him.”

Bill
stiffened, “Jennifer, I am not Stephen. Period. Whatever you and I end up
doing, some of it might resemble things you did with him, but I already told
you, I’m looking for a relationship, with an equal. The fact that your body, or
your emotions respond to a release like spanking doesn’t mean anything other
than that’s what your body likes. Would you think poorly if you got that same
release from say, going for a long run?” I shook my head. “It’s somewhat mental,
it’s somewhat physical. You enjoy it. I enjoy it. Period.”

I tried to get
off his lap but his hold on me tightened. “Jen, if you need time, I’m ok with that.
But what I’m not ok with is you thinking that because he spanked you and I
spanked you, that he and I are the same. We’re not.”

Bill was
right. He wasn’t Stephen. The love and the care that he had already shown me,
the normalcy of the time we had spent together so far, it wasn’t some game. He
didn’t need to put me in my place.

 
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. I know
you’re not him. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

 
“Look, Jen. A lot has happened for you
over the last few months, and now, over the last week. I’m here for you. I’ve
been here for you. And I’ll continue to be here for you.”

He loosened
his grip and I stood up. He stood to meet me and pulled me into a hug and then
kissed me tenderly. “I’m going to run some errands, give you some time to be
alone and think a bit, ok?” I nodded. He was a good man.

I took the
afternoon to sit and think about what I wanted and who I’d become. In a few
short months I had so totally lost myself, I had given myself over to someone
else. I couldn’t have imagined ever ending up where I was before Bill came
along. But I allowed it. I let Stephen use my body and manipulate my mind. I
was culpable.

And now, I had
fallen into a relationship with Bill. My boss. How would that work? And, should
I be on my own to figure out what I wanted before hopping into things with him?
Was it just bad timing?
 
Could I
trust myself to know if I truly wanted him?

When Bill came
home I was floating naked in the pool. I still didn’t have a bathing suit with
me. This time, when I opened my eyes and found him grinning down at me, I
didn’t immediately try to hide. He took off his clothes and it was obvious that
he was happy to see me as he waded into the water. He pulled me to him and
kissed me hard. I immediately melted against him, feeling his cock between my
legs as I wrapped them around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slid
his cock in and pulled me down on top of him so quickly I gasped, which made
him smile proudly. Guys. We bobbed up and down but couldn’t get enough
leverage, so he walked to the shallow end and carried me up the stairs, with
his cock still inside me, to the chaise lounge and somehow gently laid me down
without ever disengaging. His focus was so intense on me, he never took his
eyes off me and then he started raining kisses down on me. On my face, on my
neck, on my chest, as he said, “Stay, Jen. Take all the time you need to think,
but stay. I know you want to run. But I want you to stay. I like coming home to
you. Please stay.”

I knew if I
spoke I’d start crying again. So I just nodded and kissed him as he made me
feel like the most desired woman in the world.
 

We showered
together after, lovingly lathering each other. Once dried he said, “Let’s have
a cocktail, make dinner and talk.”

 
“You drive a very hard bargain.”

 
“Ok, the floor is yours.”

 
“Wow, um, all right.” I had to remind
myself that I genuinely did have a say in things with Bill. I collected my
thought as best I could. “Well, I wish the timing were different. I wish more
time had passed between the end of what happened with Stephen, and what’s
happening with you.” I paused to take a sip of my drink. “And I wish you
weren’t my boss.” His face looked like he was preparing for me to give him bad
news. “But all those things are true, and I can’t change them. And you’re
right. We have both had feelings for each other for a long time. And we have
waited to act on them. So the timing isn’t right now, but I’m not sure when it
would be.” I took another sip.

 
“I like being with you, Bill. I’m worried
about not being a whole person yet, but I don’t want to wait. If you’re willing
to figure this out with me, and know that I’m probably going to freak out now
and again, I’d like to stay. I’d like to try. I’d like to be with you.”

Bill broke
into a huge grin. “Good.” He stood up and pulled me into a tight hug and held
me there as I breathed him in feeling safe and solid. “Now, let’s make dinner.”

 
“Eating and cooking are big with you,
eh?”

 
“Well, Jesus, woman, we fuck like
teenagers all night, then I come home to find you naked in my pool, and hey,
what’s a guy supposed to do? So, um, yeah, I’ve worked up an appetite with
you.”

 
“I guess we’re going to have to keep it
up to make sure we burn off all these calories!” I said and he playfully
slapped my ass as we made our way into the kitchen to cook like a normal
couple.
 

Sunday night I
was a ball of emotions.