Jennifer's Surrender (38 page)

 
“See, little bird, I knew you’d enjoy
this, you just have to trust me.” He still had the scissors in his hand and he
started slowly, gently tracing my nipples with the pointy end. Closed, the
scissors weren’t much of a threat, unless of course he was planning on plunging
them into my chest… The chill of the metal and my general fear increased my
heart rate, and my breathing was starting to become shallow, another sign he
mistook for arousal.

He took his
time slowly tracing around and around and around with the scissors. It was like
he was becoming mesmerized by it. Then my work phone rang. After a couple rings
he reached around the back and unplugged it.
 

He set the
scissors down and stood over me, his legs straddling mine, his crotch basically
at the height of my head, the bulge in his pants obvious. He placed his hands
on my breasts and started fondling them. I tried to hold back my tears, but I
no longer could as he stroked my skin and pinched my nipples. “Shhh, shhh,
don’t cry little bird. I know you’ve missed me too.” He said, almost tenderly.

Keeping one
hand on my breast, he used his other hand to unzip his fly and pull out his
completely hard cock. I know my eyes widened and he chuckled, “Still
intimidated by its size.” He said idly, as he started to stroke himself. The
tip was inches away from my face and I could figure out what was going to
happen next. I thought,
if he makes me
suck it, I could always try to bite it off, but I’m still bound here.

I had always
enjoyed watching a man stroke himself. There’s something so erotic about it.
Usually. Not this time. Now, it just felt threatening. He was gripping it
tightly, starting to increase his rhythm, as he spoke, “You are so beautiful,
little bird. Even more so when you’re tied up and helpless.” He wiped the
precum on my cheek, and then dragged the head all over my face. My mouth was
still gagged, which, at this point, I saw as a good thing, though I assumed
sooner or later he’d be fucking my mouth.

He dragged the
tip along my chin and around my mouth, “See, little bird, you’re drooling you
want my cock so badly, isn’t that right?” I nodded, not wanting to upset him.
He smiled. “Still a greedy cocksucker I see.” And I could feel my face flush
with anger, which just made him happier. “Perhaps I’ll just come all over your
face.” He kept stroking it and stroking it, the veins seemingly becoming more
prominent, the color changing as he jacked himself off an inch from my face.
Every now and then he’d wipe the tip on my face or my lips, enjoying marking
me, and then go back to stroking it. I alternated between staring at it and up
at him. He seemed to be in his element, lost in his own moment and I sat there
wondering how this would end. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wonder any longer as
my door flew open.

Bill took one
look at me, and then at Stephen who was literally holding his dick in his hand
and said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

 
“Just teaching Jennifer a little lesson.”
Stephen said, oblivious to the role changes.

 
“Get away from her.” Bill growled.
Stephen took a step back so that he was no longer straddling me and shoved his
cock into his pants. He smoothed his clothes and collected himself.

 
“Don’t worry, Bill, there’s enough to go
around.”
 
He still was clueless.

 
“Stephen, this is not a game. Get. Out.
Now.”

 
“Bill, you’re overreacting. We’re just
playing.”

 
“Stephen, so help me. If you don’t leave
now, I will make you leave.” Bill said as he started rolling his sleeves up. I
couldn’t believe this, but he was getting ready to fight Stephen.

 
“You’re willing to lose a multimillion
dollar account over this little whore? Come on Bill, we were just having some
fun. Lighten up.”

 
“Take your fucking account and leave.”

Stephen
laughed tightly and shook his head. He opened his mouth like he was going to
say something and then closed it, shaking his head again. Bill stepped farther
into the office to give Stephen room to exit. When Stephen was in the doorway
he turned back to Bill and said, “I got her all nice and warmed up for you,
Bill. I’ll bet she’s sopping wet. You can thank me later.”

I waited to
see if Bill would lunge at him, but he stood his ground and Stephen chuckled
again then turned around and walked out.

Bill looked at
me and once again, I saw pity and fear and disgust in his eyes. He ungagged me
first and I gasped. Then he untied my wrists and then my ankles. He pulled me
up by my armpits and into a tight hug. And that’s when I really lost it. Bill
held me as I sobbed and sobbed. He stroked my hair and cooed, but mostly he just
let me just cry and cry. There wasn’t anything to say really.

When I was
finally cried out, he let me go, and I felt so embarrassed, so exposed, I
covered my breasts. Silly really, he’d seen them plenty of times by now, but
this was not the time or place. He grabbed my jacket and helped me into it.

 
“Come on, let’s go home.” He said as he
grabbed my purse and started to lead me out.

 
“I, I think I should go to my place,
Bill.” I said softly and I saw his jaw set.

 
“Jen, I understand, but I don’t think
you’re safe there. I understand if you want to be alone, and I’ll give you
space, but I don’t know what he’s capable of. If you go home alone, and he
hurts you again, I, I…”

Bill was
right. I didn’t know what Stephen was capable of, obviously. I nodded and we
walked out silently. I didn’t put up a fight about driving. I wasn’t in any
shape to drive myself. I got into his car and stared out the window the entire
drive home. Once we got there I took a shower and got into my bed, again,
feeling like I was right back where I was a week earlier. Hours passed and I
just lay there. However, the more time that passed, the more pissed I got. How
dare he. This wasn’t like the last time where I had willingly gone to his house.
This was all completely against my will. I didn’t ask for this. This wasn’t my
fault. I told him no. Motherfucker, I wanted to hit something. I stomped down
the hall and got into Bill’s bed.

 
“Jen?”

 
“Uggghhh! I am so fucking pissed off!”

He turned on
the light and sat up. “At me?”

 
“No! Of course not at you! At him! How
dare he! Who the fuck does he think he is? Ugghh!” I punched the pillow, which
made Bill smile.

Then I smiled,
“You were ready to fight him!?” and he laughed and shrugged.

 
“I guess I was.” He said modestly.

 
“This is the second time you’ve saved me,
Bill.” I said somberly. He just smiled. “How’d you know I was still at the
office?”

 
“Well, I called your cell a few times,
and you didn’t answer. I was at my house, so I knew you weren’t here. Then I
went to your place, and you weren’t there either. By the way, your landlord is
starting to really get tired of letting me into your apartment.” We both
smiled. “And while I was driving around, I had called the office and it rang a
couple times but then it just cut out, no voice mail, and I thought that was
weird, so I went there… and um, you know the rest.”

I nodded, then
I got under the covers and curled up next to him, resting my head on his chest.
He stroked my hair for a while and then reached over to turn out the light. He
shifted so that we were lying in each other’s arms, our legs entangled.

 
“Thank you, Bill.” I said quietly. He
kissed the top of my head.

 
“Anything for you, sweetheart, anything.”

I never did go
back to my place. Not for any length of time, really. I stayed for a couple
nights once, because I felt I should. But it no longer felt like where I should
be. I felt more at home at Bill’s. He never pushed, but he was happy when I
came back and told him I’d like to keep staying with him until I was ‘ready’ to
go back home.

We explored
playing, slowly. We talked about what we both liked, and it was a happy medium
between total vanilla and the other extreme. It worked perfectly for us.

Bill and I
kept our relationship secret at the office for about six months. But after our
next trip wine tasting, it would have been really difficult to try to keep it
under wraps any longer.

This time, we
went to a few new wineries. By late afternoon he said, “You know, I’d feel
guilty if we didn’t stop by and say hi to Dan. We’ll just pop in.”

 
“Ok, sure, sounds good.” I was happy
regardless.

We got there
just as the sun was starting to set. Dan greeted us as we walked in. “Bill,
Jennifer, good to see you kids!” he smiled broadly and winked at Bill. Such a
sweet man, I thought as we greeted him. “Uh, listen, I’ve got something new I
think you’ll like. I’ll just go in the back to get it. Why don’t you go wait
out by the lake, enjoy the sunset. I’ll be right there.” He seemed a bit
nervous, but I didn’t give it a second thought until Bill and I got outside.

There were
candles everywhere. Bill took my hand and led me down to just before the small
slope down to the lake where even more candles were clustered. He turned and
faced me, taking my hands in his. I looked at him, “Bill…?” my heart was
pounding. There was really only one thing this could mean. If his grin hadn’t
confirmed it, what he said next did.

 
“Jen, eight years ago you walked into my
agency, and my life. I remember the first time I ever saw you, I think my heart
did a somersault. I convinced myself that I’d be happy just having you in my
life, even if it weren’t exactly how I wished it would be.” He paused, taking a
breath. “I’ve watched you grow and blossom and become even more of who I fell
in love with that first day.” He paused again and I could feel my eyes start
welling up. “And now, these last six months with you have been the happiest of
my life. I wake up every morning, and when I see you next to me, my heart does
a somersault all over again.” My lips started quivering and I could feel the
tears falling down my cheeks. But this time, they were tears of joy.

 
“Oh, baby, please don’t cry. I swore to
myself I’d get this out before we both became two puddles.” We both laughed and
I wiped my tears and sniffled. And then he reached into his pocket and got down
on one knee. I was biting my lip so hard to stop the trembling and the tears,
but it all just kept coming.

 
“Jennifer, I love you so much sweetheart.”
He paused and swallowed. “Will you marry me?” he was looking up at me and I
could barely see his face much less the ring through my tears.

All I could do
was nod squeak out a “Yes!” and he got up off his knee and pulled me into the
tightest hug and held me until I finally stopped crying. He pulled my face to
his and kissed me so passionately, so deeply that when we finally parted we
were both breathless and laughing.

Then we heard
a champagne cork pop. I have no idea how long Dan had been standing there, but
the grin on his face probably looked a lot like the ones we had on ours. “Well
go on, son, put the ring on her finger!” Dan said, and I had completely
forgotten about the ring. Holy crap it was huge and gorgeous.

 
“Bill!” I gasped and stared at it, my
mouth agape.

 
“Does that mean you like it?” he asked
and I rolled my eyes as I practically threw myself against him to hug him
again.

What brought
me and Bill together as a couple was less than ideal. When I look back to that
time I spent huddled in my bed, if anyone had told me that this is where I
would be less than a year later, I would have thought I was finally going mad.

I’ve learned a
lot in this past year or so. I’ve learned that trust is precious, and not to be
given away lightly. I’ve learned that power can be an aphrodisiac as well as
easily abused. I’ve learned that humiliation and degradation can somehow sound
really sexy when they’re fiction, but the reality of them is very, very
different. And I’ve learned I’m stronger than I thought I was. I lost myself
for a little while there, but I’ve found my way. I’m not a little bird, but I
have learned how to spread my wings and fly.

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