The Surrogate #5
A Matter Of Pleasure
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“I’m sorry for pressing you on this matter, Amy.”
“Charlotte is pushing you for answers and personal information about me. I get it, Sarah, and I don’t blame you.”
“Thank you, Amy.”
“Please remember that you have signed a non-disclosure agreement, legally binding you to confidentiality.”
“Yes, of course. I should probably explain that to Victor’s mother.”
“I would, and please don’t think me aggressive, but I would exercise my legal rights if necessary. I didn’t come here to be bullied.”
“Understood, these are delicate matters.”
“They are deeply personal and principally irrelevant to anyone besides Victor and me.”
Sarah nodded and smiled politely, then left me, although she looked worried about delivering my message to Charlotte. It took a lot to fire my anger, so I quickly forgot the incident and enjoyed exploring my new study room.
Two highly polished, character-filled antique wooden desks were inlaid with highly crafted bronze designs of the world atlas that sat flush. Bronze reading lights with green stained glass hoods were clamped to the back edge of each desk, with soft pads protecting the wood.
Library books were arranged as a legal firm would, but I knew the far more extensive database and journal resources would be available online. I noticed a small server rack discretely fixed in a room corner. LED flickered urgently, saying nothing to me while the unit hummed gently, providing access to my future.
A knock at the door drew my attention. Fleetingly, I considered not answering to test whether I had privacy on my terms as claimed, but it might be regarded as churlish.
I opened the door and felt more pleased to see him than expected.
“Hello, Victor.”
“My dear, Amy. I wanted to check in and make sure everything was to your satisfaction.”
“I would have to be a pedantic fuss not to be thrilled by your generosity, Victor.”
“And I by yours, Amy.”
“What do you mean? Our transaction is clear.”
“True, but there can be no doubt our sex is a passionate, raging fire. I enjoy copulating with you so much.”
“That’s because I’m fresh pussy, Victor. You’re enjoying the novelty of having a new girl.”
“Is that why you are enjoying me, Amy? Because I’m a novelty?”
“Well, no… I didn’t mean… oh my, you’ve misunderstood me.”
“Are men incapable of a similar enjoyment of sex to that of women, Amy?”
“That’s not what I meant at all.”
I instantly regretted my thoughtless comment, which suggested Victor’s enjoyment of our sex play was emotionally meaningless, whereas a higher purpose drove me sexually.
He strolled around the room while I held the door open, hoping he might leave soon so I could stew in my shame, but Victor was intent on thoroughly examining my study.
A commotion outside between Sarah and another woman suggested an unwelcome visitor, so I steeled myself for an encounter, smiling confidently at Victor.
“What do you mean you won’t fucking see me?”
I should have closed the door.
Victor’s mother barged past me with crazy wide eyes flaming furiously. She eyeballed me for a few seconds, tossed her head with disdain as though flicking me off her shoe, and strode into the center of the room, taking it all in while shooting an enraged expression, challenging her son to remove a furious mother.
Victor rolled his eyes and pointed to the door, shaking his head. I needed to step in and make sure my territory was sacrosanct.
“Charlotte, would you leave, please? This is my private study room.”
“You know my name?”
“Of course I do.”
“This is my son’s house.”
“And it is also my home, courtesy of your son’s request. Do his wishes mean so little in his house that you can run roughshod over them?”
She sighed, smirked unpleasantly, and stepped closer to me. I let the door go, knowing there was no point in expecting an expedient solution.
“I suppose you think you are clever, surrogate?”
“Interestingly, your daughter asked me the same question yesterday evening.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“Do you consider your son to be clever, Charlotte?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I have the same IQ. That being the only way to measure or compare our intellect now, I’d say we are equals.”
“My son has built a business empire.”
“That he has, and it is awe-inspiring. I am still in University and hope to emulate his achievements one day.”
“Are you saying age is a factor affecting your comparison?”
“It obviously is.”
“And yet you want to bear a child to a much older man.”
“I like older men, and I believe Victor will be the perfect parent for our daughter or son.”
“So you like Victor?”
“A gorgeous, intelligent, fit, healthy man capable of such exquisite pleasure as I have never enjoyed before. What girl wouldn’t want to copulate with such a prize, Charlotte?”
“That’s fucking crude.”
“Maybe, but it’s also true. I’ve never been filled or made to orgasm like your son does for me. It’s explosive, and he’s such an incredible gentleman at all times; I get turned on whenever Victor is nearby.”
“You’re a fucking whore.”
“I’m here to fulfill an agreement between your son and me. That has nothing to do with you, from my perspective. If you wish to henpeck your son privately, that is between you and him.
“Sassy bitch.”
I giggled while leaning against a sofa back, lazing both arms along its length, enjoying the soft, luxurious leather. I wasn’t enjoying Charlotte’s humiliation, but there seemed no way to prevent it without becoming timid and opening myself up to a broadside.
When I glanced sideways at Victor a few meters away, he seemed at ease, and I wondered why.
“Victor, this girl is insulting me.”
“Mother, you are antagonizing and insulting my guest. You are not welcome here.”
“She isn’t a guest. Amy is an employee by her admission. She’s here to do a job.”
“No, mother.”
“You would be far better off with Hannah.”
“Hannah is a world-class athlete with many years of heavy training, competition, and success ahead. She will not bear a child.”
Ah… so that’s the reason.
“You could wait until she is ready.”
“Do you mean that I should love and live according to the terms set by someone else?”
“Marriage is a compromise, Victor.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation, mother.”
“And yet here we are, discussing your stupid decision to rent a womb.”
“You will leave now, mother.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You’ve already been eviscerated and humiliated by Amy. Do you want to make a bigger fool of yourself?”
She turned to me with such a poisonous expression I couldn’t help myself. I reached around, unzipped my summer dress, and let it slip to the floor in a puddle of lightweight cotton.
Charlotte gasped at my boldness, revealing a flicker of admiration in her otherwise icy expression. My beauty was barely covered with a beautiful lemon French style, delicate lace knicker, and bra set.
I smiled and frowned at Victor, beckoning him politely.
“I feel ripe, Victor. Shall we copulate?”
“Per your wishes, dear Amy.”
Charlotte was speechless and entirely defeated. Her outrage was evident by several steam train-style whistle shrieks as her apoplectic rage released. She stamped a foot three times before storming out, slamming the door behind her.
Victor chuckled, reaching down, lifting my dress, kneeling in front, and holding it open for me to step into. With one hand on his shoulder and a knee raised until my thigh was parallel to the ground, I paused.
“Would you like to fuck me right now, Victor?”
“Yes, of course, but I believe you are busy, and that was a ruse to evict my mother.”
“I am busy, but I shall always make time to copulate whenever you wish.”
I stared down at the cute man looking up at me. His eyes were filled with desire, exciting me, and I knew he must smell my moistening pussy and the huge pheromone load I exuded.
“What would you most enjoy doing right now, Victor?”
“I’d like to go down on you.”
“That won’t get me pregnant.”
“It would satisfy a deep urge inside me and prove I am capable of something emotionally meaningful during sex.”
“I’m sorry I said that. It was thoughtless, rude, and wholly inaccurate.”
I cringed at my poor behavior, vowing to take more care of the emotional context of our surrogacy, especially where Victor’s feelings were concerned. He faced as much, if not more criticism for our plan, so I should be mindful.
“Why are you still kneeling?”
“I’m waiting for your decision.”
“Can you smell my hormones?”
“Yes.”
“What effect does that have on you?”
“Sexually, I want you and especially wish to please you.”
“And otherwise?”
“Your aroma, beauty, wit, charm, and intelligence make me want to be a better man.”
“Oh, Victor, that is the nicest compliment a man has ever paid me.”
I hurriedly peeled my knickers down, wanting to reward him by pleasing me. My pussy lips trembled like two leaves in a storm pressed together, wet and ripe for plucking off the branch.
I leaned further onto the sofa back while Victor firmly cradled both ass cheeks as though my slit were a narrow gap designed for drinking precious nectar through.
“You’re pulling my cheeks apart.”
“I love opening you up, Amy. Your pussy is so beautiful.”
“Everything down there is oversized, my pussy lips are enormous.”
“They are like two swollen, ripe petals on a velvet rose. I enjoy licking and sucking them.”
“You always compliment me, Victor.”
“There is nothing not to like about you.”
“I’ve always been conscious of my pussy. The first guy who fingered me was shocked when he slipped his fingers down there.”
“That’s the difference between boys and men, my sweet.”
He spread my pussy lips apart, deliberately slurping more noisily than plowing my creamy furrow required. I spread both legs wide open, balancing my weight in the cradle of Victor’s steadfast hands.
I wanted to be fucked and would have his cock inside me when he was done licking my drenched pussy. My self-esteem lifted immeasurably because a pussy long ignored by my recent ex-boyfriend now had a tongue that seemed to want to lick it all day.
“How do I taste to you, Victor?”
“Sweet like honey with a natural essence of love and passion. My head between your legs makes me feel comfortable, safe, wanted, and aroused.”
“Am I all things sugar and spice?”
“Indeed, very sweet and spicy, Amy.”
With ecstasy furrowing my brow, I tossed my head back, giggling while whimpering and pulling on a well-chewed bottom lip. His lips clenched, and he sucked hard, pulling my oversized clitoris, engorging her out from the protective skin pouch in which she slumbered.
His tongue lashed furiously from side to side across the tip of my sweet, creamy pearl, forcing my ass higher while I screamed at the ceiling.
When I came inside his mouth, pumping tiny jets of ejaculate against his tongue and the back of his mouth, Victor moaned satisfactorily. I squealed, enjoying that moment when he was mine, submitting to raw female sexual power, servicing my pleasure with no concern for his.
I rifled my fingers through his hair, gripped it, pulled his head up until his eyes met mine, and kissed my swain. His lips tasted sweet, having sampled the glucose-creamy ejaculate that seeped from my Skene’s glans at the end of a tumultuous orgasm.
“Please fuck me, Victor. I need your cock deep inside my hole.”
“With pleasure, Amy.”
He undressed quickly, and I frowned whoreishly, desperate for his cock to fill me with baby-making seed. When Victor stepped between my legs and I wrapped both arms around his neck, I smiled sweetly, and he momentarily looked confused.
I just gave him a girlfriend smile.
Come on, Amy, don’t fuck this up.
Victor slid his giant cock deep inside me, and I enjoyed watching his eyes widen with sexual gratification and joy. I was surprised at the drag effect of my pussy hole widening as its seal slowed down the reach of his cock inside until it stretched.
He fucked me standing upright, thrusting both hips hard while I sat on the sofa back, holding on more tightly than I needed. Victor pummelled my pink cathedral with all his might, carefully timing his stroke depth while I stretched wide for his organ.
I enjoyed Victor fucking me far more than when Justin and I made love if that is what it truly was. My baby daddy loved staring into my eyes. I enjoyed watching unfettered pleasure swirl in those brown pools of affection until an explosion of wonder erupted when he shot his semen deep inside me.
“I came three times Victor.”
“I counted twice. Once on my tongue and the second time, right now.”
“I came when your cock was halfway inside me as well. It was a tiny orgasm such as I never had before. It felt like a welcome home climax.”
“I’m happy to be of service.”
“Can I discuss that with you, please, Victor?”
“Of course. Should we shower together first?”
“Yes, please. We’ll run the gauntlet back to my room, though. People might see, and your mother may lie waiting outside the door.”
“It’s not necessary to reveal ourselves. I want to show you something I was about to do before my mother interrupted us.”
Victor collected our clothes, handing my knickers to me so I could avoid leaking his semen on the carpet. I followed him to the end wall where a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf dominated. When he pulled a small lever behind a row of books, the shelf opened like double doors on hydraulic rams.
“This secret passage leads to your suite. When your bedroom door is locked, you live in a fortress that includes your study.”
“Wow. I would never have guessed. The joinery is so perfect.”
I walked inside a well-lit corridor that circumvented the rooms next to mine, running left, then across four windows to a small door that led into a space beside my nightstand.
When I closed the door with both of us inside my bedroom, the join was impossible to see because the textured wallpaper hid it.
“The rooms in between are for furniture storage and have no windows.”
“It’s so secretive.”
“I’m sure it was how a master of this house kept mistresses, visiting them nightly while staff and others believed they occupied separate rooms.”
“How decadent. I’d love that about your home.”
“You would enjoy nightly visits?”
“From a lover bearing flowers, yes.”
“You have a romantic heart, Amy.”
“I think we all do, but perhaps I should not have mentioned it.”
We showered in relative silence, contemplating our situation and the day’s encounters. I’d dealt with Victor’s mother as sensibly as I could. There was little point in quarreling with someone so emotionally provoked, but at the same time, I wasn’t the cowering kind.
After drying off, Victor waited to be invited to sit with me at my cozy high-back chairs and table.
“What did you want to discuss, Amy?”
“Why are you so respectful of my wishes?”
“You seem obsessed with discovering whether I am submissive or dominant, Amy.”
“Am I so obvious?”
“I believe so.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No apology is necessary, but it is you who shuts down these conversations, not me.”
“That’s true. I’m trying to protect both of us and our child.”
“Yet, curiosity burns ferociously in you, igniting the next question.”
“I think it’s natural to be inquisitive. Don’t you?”
“Yes, but when you push back, it feels awkward.”
“Do you mean hurtful?”
“Yes. It’s as though I have broken a rule, but it is you at the root cause.”
He’s right.
I considered his point, one made very respectfully and out of friendship rather than a desire to provoke an argument. I stared at him, rubbed my chin, and scowled.
“Have I upset you, Amy?”
“Sorry, no. I’m calling myself out for poor behavior. The expression I had was for that reason.”
“I will answer any questions you have truthfully. You might consider not closing me down.”
“Okay, agreed. That’s fair, and I shall try to do the same.”
“We are in different situations, Amy. You are inside the home of a man you have regular sex with whom you will one day hand over a child to, then walk away. I don’t expect you to reveal anything unless you wish to.”
“Can I ask you about Hannah?”
We eyed one another as though flirting. I enjoyed playing mental chess with Victor, finding his mind to be as fascinating to me as his body. I snuck a glance at his physique, relishing how a light bathrobe clung to his rippling, enormous muscles.
“What would you like to know about Hannah?”
“You mentioned she wouldn’t have a baby to your mother.”
“My mother knows that.”
“Why won’t she bear your child?”
“She won’t bear anyone’s child. It’s hannah’s rule.”
“Okay, hostile witness, your honor… why not?”
“Hannah is an incredible athlete and cannot afford to take time-out if she wishes to achieve all her goals.”
“You and she having a child would create a financial responsibility on your part without complete and permanent ownership of the child.”
“I can’t deny the truth in that.”
“She isn’t a convenient birth partner.”
“It’s more complicated and nuanced than simply being a result of my selfishness, Amy.”
“Please explain it to me.”
“Hannah wants to live life on her terms. She wants to fall in love, marry, possibly freeze her eggs, and then have children on her terms at times suitable to her.”
“One might argue that you are doing the same thing.”
“Yes, but then I’m not asking someone else to live that life with me; Hannah is.”
“Are you saying Hannah is selfish, and you are the opposite of that?”
“You are putting words in my mouth, Amy. I haven’t judged Hannah, and for sure, I don’t consider her to be selfish. We are incompatible.”
“Surely love conquers all?”
“I imagine it does.”
“But not in this case, Victor.”
“Are you assuming that I love Hannah?”
“Why else would you allow her to continue living here?”
“Hannah and I dated extensively and became exclusive in a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship. I sponsor her athletic career in its entirety, provide training facilities, a physiotherapist and coach, pay for first-class travel, all equipment, her nutrition, and everything else.”
“What’s your point?”
“What sort of cruel man would I be if I were to remove that support because we are incompatible?”
“You aren’t in love with her, then?”
“I have a deep respect and affection for Hannah. I want her to achieve all life goals and will support that for as long as she wishes.”
“Do you know whether she loves you?”
“She says yes.”
“Don’t you think it cruel that she watches us and knows about our surrogacy?”
“Hannah lives in my home by choice. I have offered her a house nearby or anywhere of her choosing, free of rent with full use of my facilities or ones of equal quality.”
“And she chooses to stay here?”
“Yes.”
“Clinging to the hope that a man who doesn’t love her will change his mind one day.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say from the start that you didn’t love Hannah?”
“You didn’t ask me about love. I live by elementary principles, Amy. If it is not right, don’t do it; if it is not true, don’t say it.”
“You’re a stoic?’
“Yes.”
“Do you feel that you’ve been honest with Hannah?”
“You should ask her about that. I prefer not to judge my behavior in that regard.”
“I can’t ask her because it’s none of my business.”
“And yet you ask me?”
“I thought you didn’t mind.”
“I don’t mind and have answered every question.”
I studied him, realizing I’d been caught out but convinced of the endearing fact he never pressed home an advantage or sought to celebrate a small gotcha victory. I felt Victor had given me a teaching moment I would ponder later.
“I see what you did there. You’re using my logic and argument against me.”
“You will find much of that is done in your chosen profession, Amy. I am simply being forthright without disrespecting you.”
“Yes, but that sounds like submission.”
“Do you mean that if I respect, admire, and listen to the voice of my child’s mother, I am submissive?”
“No. I’m learning from you, Victor. I hope that doesn’t vex you.”
“I am learning from you as well, Amy. You are helping me find ways to explain to our daughter or son why you were such an incredible partner on this journey.”
I was intrigued and wanted to know more. I wasn’t sure why Hannah’s presence in Victor’s life felt important to me, but I was digging and only revealing more questions. My curiosity burned brightly, and it felt important, but I had no reason.
“Do you find enormous pleasure in licking my pussy?”
“Yes, and I’ll confess that some of that emotional load is about worshiping you.”
“It feels like you are praying for me, Victor.”
“I also hope the impression made upon you of me is a positive one, Amy.”
“Licking my pussy goes far beyond anything required for our surrogacy.”
“You are also guilty of the same behavior.”
“How so?’
“You said I could have you any time I wanted. Even after I suggested it was your choice when we should fuck.”
“What’s your point, Victor?”
“That isn’t nothing, Amy.”
“I guess not. I’ll have to unpack that later.”
“You also asked me what I would most enjoy doing to you.”
“Which implies I want to please you.”
“Yes. Did you want me to lick your pussy, Amy?”
“Yes.”
It was a moment of truth, and I was hoisted by my own petard.
“I’m glad you called me out, Victor.”
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Yea, Victor doesn’t love Hannah! I, I mean poor Hannah hanging on hoping for love. Ohhhh Kate, you are killing me with this one! lol I’m on pins and needles waiting for each chapter. When I get the notification that there’s a new one I drop what I’m doing and devour it! This is soooo good! I love how things are developing between Amy and Victor. Almost tip toeing around (I think) the inevitable. I really, really loved how Amy raked that rude, bitch mother over the coals. I’m glad Victor doesn’t kiss her ass either. Eviscerated and humiliated?! Fabulous way to describe the complete and total destruction of that old sea hag! lol Then Amy gave her chain one last yank by dropping her dress. Love that kid! lol while KEJ had not slipped my mind is so nice to have something this good to hold me over!
KATE I TOTALLY AGREE WITH Maria.it was a great read looking forward to the next one