Free Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) by Adriana Hunter

stayed
inside me, kept his arms around me, his face buried in my neck.
    “Jake?” He was quiet.
    “Pineapple?”
    He lifted his head from my
shoulder, unwrapped one arm from my body. I felt his fingers pulling the
blindfold up over my face. He tossed it off the side of the bed.
    I blinked, even though the light
in the room was dim. Jake pulled away from me, sitting up and groping for his
sweat pants, which were in a heap at the end of the bed. He fished in the
pocket, finding a small silver key.
    He undid the cuffs at my wrists
and then unlocked my ankles. I sat up, looking at Jake as he sat on the edge of
the bed. He turned to me.
    “Are you okay? How are your
wrists?” He took my hands, gently chaffing my wrists. There were red marks
around them. I was surprised how deep the marks were, how painful they were.
The marks on my ankles weren’t as red or deep.
    “You’re shivering, Abby.”
    I looked up at him; suddenly I
was shaking uncontrollably. Jake got off the bed and pulled open a drawer in
the large cupboard, coming back with a soft blanket.
    He wrapped the blanket around my
shoulders, climbing up on the bed and leaning back against the head of the bed.
    “Come here.” He pulled me up
against him, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. I rested my head on
his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, my body comforted by the
warmth but still trembling.
    We were quiet for a long time, Jake
softly stroking my hair. “Do you want to talk about how you feel now, Abby. I
want to…I’d like to know what you felt, how this experience was for you.” He
was stroking my hair. I’d more or less stopped shivering but I was quiet,
trying to put into words the whole experience.
    “It wasn’t what I thought it
would be. I guess I really don’t know what I thought it would be like, but I
didn’t think I would have been so frustrated or so mad at you. I couldn’t…or
didn’t want to…let you have control. I wanted to have some control myself.”
    “It’s not easy being a
submissive. But you can’t speak to me, other than to say the safe word. Your
outburst wasn’t appropriate as a submissive, Abby. I should have administered
some kind of punishment.” He took a deep breath. “We’ll talk about that before
our next session; we can negotiate what happens if you step outside the
protocol that we agreed on.”
    I frowned: he was right but I
didn’t want to admit it, at least not at that moment.
    He was quiet for a time before
speaking in a low growl. “Did you enjoy any of it?”
    Did I? I thought about how I
felt. My orgasm had been the most intense I’d ever experienced. “Yes, I did. It
was…pretty amazing…whatever it was you did to me. With whatever it was you
used.”
    “It’s called edging.” Jake
reached down, picking up what looked like a mini-feather duster, a plume of
black feathers at the end of a long handle.
    “I knew it was a feather!” I
laughed. “I really wanted to call out that I knew what it was. But I managed to
keep quiet…at least then.”
    Jake smiled, then grew serious.
“You could have used the safe word at any time, Abby. You know that. If it got
too intense, you could have stopped me.”
    He looked down. “Don’t ever feel
like you can’t stop something. This isn’t just about me; it’s about your
comfort too, about your enjoyment of this experience, to learn to enjoy being a
submissive.”
    I sat back up, kneeling next to
him, holding the blanket around my shoulders. “I know. But I really didn’t want
you to stop. I wanted that…edging…to continue. It was amazing. But a tiny part
of me wanted to be mad at you, to feel that frustration somehow.” I paused,
trying to put words to the feelings swirling through me. Jake was watching me
intently, his blue eyes never leaving mine as I groped for words.
    “When you finally took me, it was
like I won, I was getting what I wanted. And that was intense. I don’t think it
would have been nearly as