Free Jennifer's Surrender by Olivia Jake Page B

hadn’t eaten the
night before, after this morning’s events, I had lost my appetite. Yet I still
did as I was told, not wanting to disappoint? Not wanting to go back on my
word? I’m not sure what it was in me, but I stayed and made breakfast. I found
the coffee beans, grinder and coffee maker and started coffee. His refrigerator
was well stocked. I wasn’t sure what would be an acceptable breakfast for him,
but I rinsed some berries and put them into a bowl, toasted bread, and made
some eggs.
    As I was lost
in my own thoughts, facing the stove and listening to the crackle of the eggs,
I jumped when I felt his hands wrap around my waist, his mouth nuzzling against
my neck as he whispered, “Mmmm, thank you, Jennifer. I’m starving.” He gave me
a playful nibble on my earlobe and before releasing me said warmly, “I like
seeing you naked in my kitchen. You’re a lovely sight.”
    Just that
touch, that embrace, and those words somehow washed away the coldness from
before. I cleared my throat and said meekly, “Thank you, Sir.”   When I turned to face him, he was a
different man, leaning against the counter, looking at me with appreciative eyes
and a slight smile. He was wearing a t-shirt and cotton pants that hung low on
his hips. God damn, he was sexy. “Um, I wasn’t sure what you’d like so it’s
just eggs and toast and some berries and coffee.”
      “That sounds perfect, dear.” He said, not
taking his eyes off me as I slid the eggs onto a plate. Maybe he’s just grumpy when he first wakes up , I wondered as I
turned around and put his plate on the table. His brow furrowed as he looked at
his plate and then back to me. Did he not like the way I prepared his eggs?
“Where is your breakfast?” he asked sternly.
      “Oh, um, I had kind of lost my appetite.”
I looked down, not sure why I felt like I needed to apologize.
      “And why is that?” he asked as he sat
down. I came over to pour him coffee, considering my response.
      “I, I didn’t like the way you treated me
this morning.” There, I said it.
      “Why?”
    I looked at
him like he couldn’t possibly be serious, but obviously, he was. “I felt used.
Like I was just a hole and it was all about your pleasure.” He took a bite as I
talked, and I was feeling more and more unsure as the words came out.
      “It was.” He said matter of factly. “I
told you that you’d get to come later, and you will, but I felt like fucking
you, so I did.” Well, that’s that. And there wasn’t anything I could argue
with. Those were the facts. He didn’t try to make any excuses.
      “How could you be so warm and caring last
night, and so cold and distant this morning?” I asked incredulously.
    He chuckled,
“Jennifer, I put you over my knee and spanked you. I teased you until I let you come. I beat you with a riding
crop. And I strung you up and chained you so you couldn’t move last night. A
lot of people wouldn’t define that as warm and caring.”
    Fuck, this man
was going to win this argument. I had absolutely no comeback. Not to mention
that I was trying to have a discussion and stand my ground while buck-naked. I
was way out of my league.
      “You’re right. I should go.” I said and
started to walk out of the kitchen.
      “If that’s what you want.” He said,
letting it linger, and then added, “I thought you were interested about
exploring the lifestyle.”
      “I thought I was too. But maybe I’m just
not cut out for it.” I said, looking mostly at the floor. Suddenly, I was very,
very cold and reflexively wrapped my arms around my waist.
      “I think you’re completely cut out for
it, little bird. There’s no question in my mind that you need someone to submit
to. And I’d like to be that someone. But submission means just that. You must
give up all control without questioning why I do something. If I want to fuck
you hard this morning just for my pleasure, then you submit to it, without
attaching bad feelings