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

at the tower “…to just be on weekends.”
    Just on weekends? My face
gave away my thoughts. Jake took a step toward me, his fingers on my face. When
he spoke, his voice was low.
    “There are other things we can do
during the week, Abby. It’s not just sessions in the tower room. If you choose,
you are my submissive all the time, in every way. It’s up to you how far you
want to go with this. ”
    I nodded. Something clicked in my
head. This really was more than just occasionally being tied up and tickled;
this was a lifestyle choice. Or could be, if I was willing to go that far with Jake.
    “I’ll call you later, to check on
you.” He pulled me to him, his mouth claiming mine in a gentle kiss. He was
wearing just the gray sweat pants and his body was warm under my hands as I
slid them over the smooth skin of his chest, winding them around his neck.
    We stayed like that for a long
time in the fading light. After a while I was aware of a not so subtle pressure
against my stomach, a shifting of Jake’s hips as he pressed his growing
erection against my body. I slid my hands down his lean back, my fingers
working beneath the waistband of his sweats, aching to cup his ass in my hands.
    But Jake pulled away, reaching
behind his back to grab my hands, pulling them to his chest. He held them,
bringing them to his lips, kissing my fingers. That seductive smile was playing
around his lips, his eyes were hooded and dark.
    “Okay, Abby. I think it’s time
you headed home.” He released my hands, reaching for the car door.
    I watched him in my rear view
mirror, standing beneath the shadow of the portico, as I drove away.
     
    ***
     
    The phone rang later that night
while I was checking my email, trying to avoid those from Leslie, along with
her texts and voice mail messages. I scooped it up; saw Jake’s cell phone
number. My heart skipped a beat.
    “Hi, Jake.”
    “Hello, Abby. How are you? How
are your wrists?”
    I looked down, the marks were
fading a bit but still visible.
    “They’re a bit tender, but they
look better. I think I’ll have to wear long sleeves to work tomorrow.”
    There was a smile in his voice
when Jake spoke. “It will remind you of our time together, your first session
as a submissive.”
    There as a pause; Jake’s voice
was almost stern when he spoke again. “I want us to have dinner tomorrow night.
Some place casual, quiet…some place where we can talk. I think we need to go
over some of the protocol for you, Abby. To make sure you understand this relationship.”
    I was nodding. “Yes, I’d like
that. There are things I think I need to talk about.”
    “I want you to come as my
submissive, Abby. That means you’ll do as I say, be under my control, during
the entire evening. I want you to wear a skirt and shirt with buttons. And no
panties. You can wear a bra; it should be lacy or sheer.”
    I swallowed hard. Am I ready
for this?
    “Yes, Jake.”
    “Abby, part of that protocol is
calling me Master.”
    Oh. “Yes, Master.”
     
    ***
     
    Jake chose a little five-star
restaurant, close to my apartment. I’d spent far less time agonizing over what
to wear this time, only pulling half the clothes out of my closet rather than
all of them, even though I had clear direction from Jake as to what he wanted
me to wear. I’d finally chosen a pretty green skirt and matching blouse,
complete with buttons. The bra was easy; I love lingerie, so there were several
to pick from.
    I pondered the no panty protocol
for a long time. I’d never knowingly gone out in public sans underwear. Going
to Jake’s for the session didn’t count, I reasoned. That wasn’t public.
    To know that I’d be walking down
the sidewalk, sitting in a restaurant, with nothing between me and the world
but a thin summer skirt was a little out of my comfort zone. Who was I
kidding; it was way out of my comfort zone.
    But it occurred to me as I was
getting dressed, or rather, not getting fully dressed, that I was only going