Voyage To Submission (20 page)

Andy buried her face in his shoulder. A
moment later, she continued. “I didn’t fully understand what I needed. I was so
naïve back then.”

Jack felt his heart pounding hard and fast
in his chest. His voice sounded hoarse as he spoke. “Tell me what you wanted me
to do, Andy. How did you want to be touched?”

“I wanted to feel you holding my breasts
again. Your hands—” Her voice broke.

Jack ran his hands up and down her back,
holding her closer.

“When you held me…my breasts, Jack, for the
first time in my life I felt…I—”

“Pretty? Beautiful? You were all that to
me, Andy, and so very much more. I was just an asshole back then.” He could
feel shudders going through her body. “Is this too much, honey? We don’t have
to talk about it anymore for now. We are probably looking like a couple of
prunes anyway.”

Andy sniffled a few times and then nodded
her head. She slid away and came to her feet, stepping out of the tub first.

He followed her, reaching for a couple of
towels. As he turned, he saw her leaning over to turn off the tub jets. Her
reflection in the mirror was sideways. Her breasts hung heavily from her body
and he remembered another fantasy starring Andy he’d frequently enjoyed. As she
straightened, he placed a towel around her shoulders, bringing the edges
together in the front. Once she took it from him, he wrapped another around his
waist.

“What do you want to do?” he asked her
quietly.

“I thought I might be very naughty again
and step outside to dry off.”

Jack chuckled. “I’m game if you are.”

Andy smiled and started towards the
balcony. She opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck. “Hmm,
it is just a tad cool, without clothes.”

Jack stopped since she had paused.
Suddenly, she turned to face him, dropping her towel. His gaze traveled down
and back, just in time to see her hand grab the knot in his covering. One
second later, he was as naked as she. His erection sprang forward. Andy’s
smile, which flashed briefly, forewarned him of what was to come.

“I wouldn’t want to freeze off the family
jewels.” Her voice was low and husky. When she glanced back up, she licked her
lower lip.

He couldn’t be sure, but he was sure she’d
done it deliberately. Taking a deep breath, he was pleased she’d been checking
him out. He groaned loudly when he felt her hand curl around his cock, tugging
on it, squeezing firmly, as she spoke.

“Good thing I know of a warm place to put
them.”

“God, Andy!” Jack pulled her close, kissing
her hotly. When he released her mouth, he muttered, “To hell with drying off,
come here!”

They reached the bed and Andy pushed him
back to sit on the edge. Before he knew what she would do next, she dropped to
her knees in front of him. Her hands busily stroked and caressed, gradually
increasing the pressure and pull. He leaned back on his elbows, breathing
deeply.

“Andy, you don’t need to—” He should make a
token protest.

He heard her mutter a reply, in between
kisses and licks. “I know.” Then she took him into her mouth.

Jack stopped thinking. He was dimly aware
of Andy kissing and sucking on his cock. Each time her lips caught and pulled
over the rim, he groaned. Then her hand started fondling and squeezing his
balls. One voice in his head told him to stop her and the other said
SHUT
THE FUCK UP
!

Finally, he moved his hands to her head,
cradling it gently. His fingers wove between the silky strands and the tips
rested against the short hairs of her nape. He started rubbing the soft pelt
and was immediately rewarded by her sudden shiver. He opened his mouth to
speak.

Andy beat him to the punch. “I would like
to shave you, Jack. May I?”

Her words were the most erotic thing he’d
ever heard. Without thinking it through, he nodded his head. “Sure.” And then
he thought about Andy touching him, holding him and pulling things tight—

“Oh God!” Jack yelled as he climaxed like a
volcano. His hips jerked upwards and felt Andy’s mouth still surrounding him.
He fell back onto the bed, more than spent, in every sense of the word.

Time passed, yet he had no idea if it was
seconds or minutes before he became aware of Andy, still ministering lovingly
to his cock, licking gently, as soft as a butterfly’s kiss. He finally sat up
and gently took hold of her upper arms.

She lifted her face towards him.

Jack tried to read her thoughts but
couldn’t. He urged her to stand, pulling her between his thighs. Her arms
looped over his shoulders and he looked up at her.

“Thank you, Andy…Andrea. I think it’s a
little odd to be thanking an ‘Andy’ for the best oral sex I’ve had.”

Andy laughed. “You’re welcome.”

Jack lowered his gaze and naturally stopped
at her breasts. His hands slid down to curve over her hips bones, now easing
them up slowly. He stopped just below, not quite touching them yet.
Deliberately, he blew across her right nipple.

She shivered.

He watched as the bud tightened and the
nipple ring was moved ever so slightly. Right then Jack knew that he longed for
the day she was properly healed and he could suck and play with that saucy
nipple ring with his tongue! He cleared his throat and then asked her, “Do you
know what I wanted to do to you that night, Andy?”

* * * * *

Andy was still feeling dizzy from just
giving her first blowjob ever. She was aroused, but felt uncomfortable coming
right out with what she wanted. Sure, she could write about it, but when it
came to doing it, she felt like her tongue had the ring rather than her nipple!
She knew it didn’t make sense she could walk half-naked in front of strangers,
like she had yesterday evening, and still have trouble discussing sex with
Jack. But that was how it was for her. Being with Jack seemed more intimate and
revealing than a room full of strangers.

From a distance, she shivered as air rushed
across her nipple, tightening it. Wait…it was warm. That meant Jack had
deliberately…then he spoke.

“Do you know what I wanted to do to you
that night in my room, Andy?”

As if it came from a distance, and beyond
her control, she heard herself reply. “What?”

“First, I’d kick myself for not locking the
door.”

Andy giggled because she had wondered that
as well a few times. “Go on.”

“You are lying back on my bed—a place I’ve
imagined you many times—and I shoved up your shirt. You don’t have on a bra
because that is how I see you, since that first time. Right in front of me are
the most beautiful, big—” Jack paused and cupped Andy’s breasts. “Tits.”

Andy felt a shock go through her as he said
the word. Obviously, here was another example of writing it and living it being
different. She shivered as he squeezed her ever so gently.

“Yes, Andy,” Jack went on deliberately.

She could hear it in his voice, as if he
now had a key to see inside of her, what made her tick and what aroused her.

“Big, round boobs,” he told her softly. “I
dreamed about them all the time. In class, I’d have to be careful because I
found myself doodling drawings. When I was eating, I wondered how this nipple
would look covered in whipped cream. And then, naturally of course, I could
visualize myself…” he paused. His tongue came out and licked her right nipple,
long and slow. Yet, he seemed to be very conscious and careful not to hurt her.

Andy’s knees nearly buckled and she held
onto his shoulders.

Jack started talking again. “On this other
nipple, I often saw myself just dribbling chocolate sauce all over it. I watch
the delicious topping as it slid down mountain peaks, to the valley in between.
There I was, all the time wishing I was sucking your mouthwatering tits,
letting my tongue lap up chocolate rivers.”

Jack moved swiftly, which was good as
Andy’s legs gave way. He turned them, so she now lay flat on the bed.

Andy looked up. Her legs were widely
splayed, and the roughness of his leg hair against her inner thighs was an
erotic signal he was between them. She saw his gaze had dropped below her
waist.

“At night, I’d dream of sleeping on your
luscious pillows. I would be your slave and beg you to allow me to plump your
pillows.” He spoke again.

Andy giggled, shaking her head.

“Oh, yes indeed. What I really wanted was
below deck, hidden from all prying eyes. I knew what awaited me because I’d
sampled it but once. Yet, I really wanted the feast.”

Andy tensed in anticipation. His words
promised intent and delight. She could barely wait for it to begin.

Jack knelt beside the bed. He hooked his
arms around her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“Jack, you don’t need to—” Andy spoke
hastily.
This
was much more than she had hoped for.

“I want to, my lady, which is the
difference. This is the feast.”

Andy dropped her hands to the bed in
acquiescence and nervous anticipation. All the words she’d ever written
suddenly dropped away in burnt ashes as Jack’s fingers spread her folds and
delved between. A few flicks of his fingertips and her hips moved without her
volition. Then his tongue replaced the fingers and she knew what a truly amazing
object the human tongue really was.

One, then two fingers slipped inside,
moving all around. She guessed what he was looking for but she wasn’t at all
sure she had—

“Jack!”

Andy cried out in surprise. His fingers
busily pressed and rubbed the whole time his tongue continued to conduct a
symphony on her clit. And then her body released everything at once. The dam
broke and Jack lapped the essence quickly as her hips jerked and shook. Andy
lay quivering on the bed.

Jack got to his feet slowly, and then he
lay down beside her. Staying on his side, he covered her pussy with his hand,
and slipped two fingers back inside her. He sighed heavily as he still felt her
internal contractions.

God!

His brain had difficulty forming the
thought. He felt proud like a rooster knowing he’d given her pleasure, to that
depth.

What a night!

* * * * *

Jack pulled the empty chair back for Andy.
Joining their friends for breakfast had seemed like a good idea when they
hurried to his cabin for a change of clothes.

At first no one seemed to notice them as
they took the two empty chairs at the end of the table. Andy looked at Jack and
he must have seen the nervousness in her face because he covered her hand where
it rested on the table with his.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Everything will
be fine,” Jack murmured and then winked at her.

That was when Gayle saw them. She knew
immediately. If ever two people had spent the previous night fucking each
other’s brains out, this was it. Quickly, she kicked Ray under the table.

“Ow! What are you doing?” he growled,
dropping his fork.

Sitting across from him, Gayle tried to
tell him to look at the far end of the table with just her eye movements. She
then tried gesturing with small jerks of her head towards Jack and Andy.

“What the hell? Why did you kick me? What’s
that weird thing you are doing with your eyes?” Ray glared.

Jack spoke up. “Good morning. Sorry we’re a
little late.”

Gayle watched as they all turned to look at
Jack and Andy. She remained steadfastly quiet, loath to cause a scene.

“Did you two oversleep?” Danny asked
cheerfully amidst the greetings.

Ray must have moved his legs because
Gayle’s two kicks didn’t land until Danny yelled out a few seconds later.
“Ouch! What the hell! Who kicked me?”

Andy shook her head. “No, we’ve been up
almost since dawn.”

Gayle stared in disbelief at the two
slow-witted men across the table when Ray winked at Andy.

“Early morning calisthenics, huh?” Ray’s
suggestive wink said it all.

Gayle’s roll bounced off the side of his
head.

Jack broke out laughing when Ray looked
affronted and confused.

Andy hoped no one could see her chagrin as
everyone started talking once more. Many mornings in college she had listened
as they joked similarly about the others, but this was a first for her.

Ruthie, who was seated across the table
with Mark, smiled with encouragement. “We were trying to decide what we all
wanted to do today,” she told them quickly. “Have you made any plans, Andy?”

Andy glanced at Jack. She realized she
didn’t have any plans for the day, after all. Shaking her head, she turned from
Jack and looked at Ruthie, and then down the table at Gayle. “No, I haven’t.
What were you guys thinking about?”

Tony had an opened paper beside his plate.
“Here is a program I think Ray and Gayle need to attend.”

Ray and Mark both asked what it was.

Grinning, Tony read from the paper. “The
Dominant Woman and the submissive man in today’s world—Fun in the home with
everyday household items.”

Everyone but Ray laughed.

Gayle quickly asked, “What time does it
start?”

“Very funny, Tony.” Ray glared at him. He
grabbed the paper and started reading.

“I’ll sign Tony up for this
one—Humiliation, Objectification and Degradation. Or perhaps you could find a
date at The Spanking Group. They are presenting ‘The Slow, Sensual Spank’.
Maybe you could find a big Swedish girl there who would handle you.”

“A tall, buxom blonde? Now that sounds
good,” Tony joked with his friend.

Jack asked Ray, “What else is listed?”

“‘Dominant Men and submissive women—Why ask
why?’ Also, under the same heading is ‘Lustful Letters, Wistful Wishes and
Festive Fantasies’. In other words, how to perk up your boring holidays. Is
that what you and Andy are looking into?”

Before Jack could answer, Gayle leaned
across the table and shoved a roll into Ray’s mouth. Silence followed her
action for a moment.