Embracing My Submission

by Jenna Jacob

  “Yes,” I mumbled.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. Now, you have questions. Ask me, precious.” He smiled and leaned in, wrapping his warm, soothing hand in mine.

  I exhaled a deep sigh of gratitude. Sharing every thought and worry was going to take some getting used to, but my heart soared once I realized he wasn’t mad, that I hadn’t failed him.

  “What is it going to be like at the club tonight, Master? What if they ask me about Dennis?” I asked in a low, soft whisper.

  “Very nice, girl. Okay, when we arrive at the club, we are going to enter through the front door. We’re not going to skulk through the back. We’re going to sign in like all the other members. We will find a couple of empty stools at the bar and visit with Sammie, Drake, Trevor, and whoever else wants to chat. As for the gossip mongers? We both know they’re going to talk no matter what. I’m fairly certain once my identity is revealed there’ll be more than enough fodder to keep the attention away from you and the shooting. It might very well keep them busy gossiping for weeks on end.” He smiled and gave me a reassuring wink. “And if you find yourself too uncomfortable, you tell me. Immediately. I’ll remove you from any awkwardness or prying questions that make you uneasy. We’ll simply retire to my office upstairs.”

  A twinkle of security danced in his erotic eyes and in an instant, I felt a sense of relief. A strange confidence filled me.

  “Thank you.” I sighed gratefully.

  “Baby steps, love. Baby steps.” He smiled broadly.

  ~*~

  When we walked into the club, all eyes turned toward the door. I felt like I was on display and eased back trying to shield myself behind Mika. A low buzz of murmurs filled the lobby. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze then slid a protective arm around my waist.

  Drake and Trevor stood at the familiar scarred podium. Trevor issued a squeal of delight that made me giggle. He began dramatically begging Drake for something, and while I couldn’t hear what Trevor was saying, I surmised he was asking permission to leave his post and come to me.

  My heart fell to my stomach when I saw Drake glare at him and give a stern shake of his head no. Trevor’s eyes took on a pained expression, and Drake’s jaw twitched as he flashed a harsh, almost searing silent reprimand. Trevor looked at me once again and then lowered his eyes.

  I leaned in to Mika’s warm, broad chest and whispered in his ear. “I think Drake’s angry with me.”

  Bending his head to my ear, his hot breath caressed the shell. “No girl. He’s simply keeping Trevor from making a spectacle of our arrival. Drake is not the least bit angry with you. Trust me.” Gently nuzzling his cheek against mine, he dragged his tongue over my ear. “Relax beautiful. Everything is fine.”

  A shudder of need thundered through my veins. I wanted to tug Mika out the door and race back to his house, to beg him to put out the fire that just standing next to him conjured. I swallowed tightly, trying to reign in my lust, and raised my eyes to Drake. A slow little smile pulled at his lips, and he issued an almost imperceptible nod. Exhaling a deep breath, relief flooded me, and I nodded to him ever so slightly. My heart soared when a broad smile flashed over Drake’s mouth.

  “Told you so,” Mika growled in my ear.

  I wanted so badly to stick my tongue out at him and say “neener neener,” but that would only serve to bring down a serious wrath on my ass, one he’d make sure I would not enjoy. Choosing the smartest avenue, I just smiled and bit my tongue.

  “Emerald. It’s so good to see you back. We’ve missed you.” I turned to see Carnation standing with Master Stephen. A big curious smile adorned her face.

  I looked up at Mika, seeking his permission to speak, and he smiled with pride and nodded. “I’ve missed you too, Carnation, and you as well, Master Stephen. It’s wonderful to be back.”

  Stephen extended his hand, introducing himself to Mika.

  “Mika.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mika. I see you’ve been lucky enough to discover our little gem of Genesis.” Stephen grinned, looking directly at me.

  “Indeed I have.” He beamed with visible pride.

  I’m not sure how I kept from bursting out laughing. It was surreal that a member of the club was introducing himself to the owner without a clue in hell who he was talking to. I swallowed the laugh that bubbled in my throat. Mika once again squeezed my hand, only this time I knew it was in warning.

  “Emerald is a pure delight, to be sure. Even though I’ve only enjoyed her submission for a short time, she’s brought me more joy than I’ve experienced in years,” Mika boasted, and I felt my cheeks burning as I lowered my eyes. The attention being drawn to me was unnerving.

  “Is this your first visit to Genesis?” Stephen asked.

  My body began to shake as I held in my laughter. Mika pinched my fingers together beneath his hand and I stiffened.

  “No, Stephen. I own Genesis.” Mika said with a respectful smile.

  Oh, it wouldn’t take long now. The entire club would know exactly who Mika was as soon as Carnation and Stephen breeched the thick velvet curtain. Carnation was a sweet girl, but hands down she was the hub of the wheel of every tale of gossip in the club. I was certain that half the members, no nix that, all of the members would know who Mika was in a matter of seconds.

  “Well, it’s truly an honor to meet you, and may I give a heartfelt thank you for supplying us kinksters such a spectacular venue,” Stephen praised.

  “I’m more than happy to provide an outlet we all can enjoy.” He humbly nodded.

  Carnation’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates at Mika’s admission. She remained uncharacteristically silent as the men talked. I could almost see the wheels in her head spinning and smoking. Finally, she looked at me and mouthed “wow” then gave me a subtle thumbs-up sign. I smiled, winked, and gently nodded. I couldn’t agree with her more. Mika blew the needle off the “wow chart,” and I couldn’t help that I beamed with pride.

  As the two men talked about the club, the lifestyle, and other Domly topics, I was anxious for the line to move faster. I wanted Drake’s reassurance and Trevor’s sweet kisses, provided Drake and Mika would allow it, of course.

  More members trickled in behind us, and Stephen took great pride in introducing Mika to practically everyone in the lobby. While many approached me and welcomed me back, their attention to Mika outweighed my return. It was a welcomed relief to my fears and precisely as he’d predicted.

  After what seemed an eternity, which was more like five minutes, Mika and I were standing at the podium. The delight dancing in Trevor’s eyes made me feel like I was home.

  It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen the two during Mika’s recovery. Both Drake and Trevor came by almost every day. But being back at the club was like my sanctuary, and I was centered and filled with contentment.

  “May I now, Daddy? Please? Please? May I?” Trevor whined like a child.

  “After me, boy,” Drake growled in a perturbed tone.

  “Shit!” Trevor mumbled under his breath then slapped his hands over his mouth.

  “Oh, slut, you try my patience to the nth degree!” Drake admonished Trevor with narrowed eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to curse. It just slipped out,” Trevor apologized, stumbling all over himself in an attempt to make amends.

  “I’ll be filling your mouth with something later. Something so big you can’t possibly swear, at least out loud.” Drake gave him an evil smile.

  “Lucky slut,” I giggled, winking at Trevor.

  Mika arched a brow and glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “The very same can be arranged for you too, girl.”

  “Oh, God. I hope so,” I gushed in a breathless sigh.

  Drake and Mika wrapped each other in a warm, brotherly hug. “Seems you and I managed to get the two most insolent slaves in the universe.” Drake laughed as he gave Mika a sound pat on the back.

  �
�Would we have it any other way?” A pride-filled chuckle rumbled deep in his chest.

  “Not in this lifetime,” Drake flashed a wolfish grin. “May I?” he asked Mika, nodding at me.

  “You never need ask, my friend.”

  “Come here, girl,” he demanded as he wrapped his big warm arms around me. “It’s damn good to see you here, sweetheart. It’s not been the same without you.”

  “I’ve missed you Moses,” I whispered in his ear as a lump formed in my throat.

  The stark realization that I was no longer Drake’s responsibility hit me like a truck. I would no longer be running to him with my worries, fears, or enlightenment, and it caught me completely off guard. Like an anvil, comprehension that I had to give up Drake’s protection, give up my rock, slammed me hard.

  Tears slid down my cheeks as Drake held me in a near death-grip against his chest.

  “Are you happy Julianna?”

  I choked on my response and managed to nod my head.

  “He’s waited a long time for you, girl. I know you can make him happy, and I know without a shadow of a doubt he can handle your smart mouth and sexy little ass. He’s the one, the only one I know that can.” There was a mixture of pride and sadness in his voice. “I release you from my care now, sweetheart. You’ve finally found the one that can provide you with everything I couldn’t.”

  The floor dropped out from under me. I was falling down a black, empty chasm into a realm of unknown. Drake had always been my lifeline, my security blanket, and now he was gone. My gut tightened as my heart pounded and panic consumed me.

  “No. No.” I sobbed as I buried my face against his warm, soft leather vest, uncaring that Mika or any other members in the lobby witnessed my irrational behavior.

  “Trevor. Continue, boy,” Drake directed as he pulled me toward a quiet section of the lobby. Pressing my back to the wall, he pinned me into the corner, his broad chest concealing me from curious eyes.

  “Look at me,” he demanded in a loving but stern voice.

  I shook my head as fear continued to drag me under.

  “Damn it, Emerald, I said look at me,” he whispered in an urgent tone.

  I raised my eyes slowly, expecting to encounter his malevolent gray glare. I was even more unsettled when I saw a sympathetic and loving expression on his face.

  “You know I can’t continue to protect and guide you anymore, baby. That’s Mika’s job. Just as it’s your job to honor and respect him as best you can. You didn’t sit outside his office those nights for me. You did it for him and yourself. You didn’t spend all that time at the hospital, never leaving his side, for me. You did it for him. You’ve already handed over your power to him. There’s not a shred of doubt in my mind, in yours, or in his. I see how you look at him with so much adoration, so much love. It’s the way you’re supposed to. He owns you now. And you’re allowing him that honor. It’s the beauty of this glorious exchange, sweetheart.”

  His reassuring words hit me hard. I’d not realized the depth in which I’d given myself to Mika showed outwardly.

  “It’s time for you to bestow everything I’ve taught you, everything you’ve learned from your family here, and grant all of it to Mika. Make him as proud of you as I’ve been of you all these years. I’m not walking out of your life.” A soft chuckle rumbled in his massive chest. “You’ll be seeing me more now than you ever did before.”

  Drake wiped my tears with the broad pads of his thumbs and kissed my cheek. “I’m still your friend, Julianna. And I always will be. Nothing will ever change that.”

  I inhaled a deep breath then nodded with determination. As Drake turned, I saw Mika standing directly behind him. His amber eyes held an expression of concerned understanding.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, reaching for my hand. I nodded and sucked in a deep breath. “Change isn’t easy, pet. Even when it’s something you want with all your heart. It can still be a little scary. But I vow to make the journey spectacular, beyond your wildest dreams.” That mischievous little twinkle danced in his eyes.

  “I know you will, Master. Yes, I’m very much all right.” I nodded with resolve.

  “That’s my girl,” he praised. “Drake, we’ll be at the bar. Will you and Trevor please join us when the doors are locked up?”

  “Hell, yes. We’ll be there shortly.” Drake grinned, giving me a reassuring wink.

  “Walk beside me tonight, pet,” Mika instructed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and parted the heavy, velvet drapes.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  A hush fell over the room as we stepped into the dungeon. From the back of the room, someone began to applaud. Clapping spread like an ocean wave, growing louder and stronger. A smile spread across my lips as I looked at Mika, my heart swelling with pride.

  “I think they’re glad you’re back, pet,” he murmured in my ear.

  Throwing my head back, I laughed. “None of this is for me, Master. This is all for you.”

  Mika raised his hand and gave a humble wave, smiling at the members as we tried to make our way toward the bar. It seemed to take forever. Nearly every step we tried to take, members approached and stopped us.

  Most thanked Mika for allowing them such a wonderful place to fulfill their desires, and some who knew about the shooting inquired about his health. I was welcomed back with open arms, and not one hint or question was raised about my involvement with Dennis. Most of the attention, thankfully, was centered on Mika. Still, it was all a bit daunting.

  Reined in tight against Mika’s side, his strong arm was comfort in itself. There wasn’t another Dominant on the planet I wanted to be next to.

  By his side was where I belonged.

  Sammie beamed like a ray of sunshine as we approached. She raced from behind the bar and threw her tiny body straight into Mika’s arms, giggling like a schoolgirl. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “It’s so good to see you up and about, boss.” She grinned.

  “It’s good to be back home.” Mika laughed. “I’ve missed you, woman.”

  He lifted her petite body off the ground and kissed her cheek. She looked like a frail pixie in his strong, broad arms. Only I knew better. That little pixie could pack a punch and did so without compunction when she had to.

  “How are you feeling?” Serious concern replaced her impish grin as she placed her small hand against his cheek.

  “Fantastic.” Mika nodded. “Emerald’s taking exceptionally good care of me.”

  “Of course she is.” Sammie laughed and gave me a wink. “What can I get you, two?”

  “Cranberry juice for me, and a cola for Emerald, please.”

  “Coming right up.” Sammie nodded as she trotted on her high heels, resuming her duties behind the bar.

  Mika sat on a barstool and pulled my back against his chest, wedging my hips between his thighs. With my butt resting on the edge of the stool, I felt the warmth of his crotch against my butt and his strong muscles grip my hips. I melted against his hard chest and looked out over the dungeon.

  “I want you to watch, pet. I want you to look at your submissive brothers and sisters. Pay close attention to the way their Dominants care for them.”

  I nodded, scanning the room, taking in the sights and sounds of home. Lady Ivory was standing at one of the crosses attaching cuffs to her longtime slave, Dark Desires. His bronze-skinned body rippled as he ceded beneath her loving hands. I smiled as I watched their exchange.

  The Domme’s blood-red fingernails slithered over her boys flesh as he squirmed beneath the sensation. Reaching between his ass cheeks, she grabbed his dangling balls in the palm of her hand and squeezed without mercy. His shorn orbs protruded bulbously from her hand, taking on a purple hue as she compressed them in a tight grip.

  Rising up on his tiptoes, Dark Desires tossed his head back and released a mighty roar. She gave a terse tug on his scrotal sac then released it before raking her glossy fingernails over his back as she whispered in his ear, soothing
his pain.

  “You like to watch, don’t you pet?” Mika beguiled.

  “Mmmmm, yes Master,” I purred.

  “It looks like Nick, Dylan, and Savannah are having a fun night.”

  Scanning the dungeon for the ménage couple, I spotted them in a dark corner. Savannah sat on a low padded bench with her arms secured high above her head. Her bare legs tangled with Nick, her Master, whose jeans were shoved to a heap around his ankles. Dylan, her other Master, stood behind her plucking and pinching her swollen nipples as he whispered in her ear. Even in the dim light, it was obvious Savannah’s mouth was busy worshiping Nick’s cock. His hips rocked back and forth in deliberately long and slow strokes. I smiled broadly. Savannah was new to the lifestyle. She’d only been a member for about six months. Nick and Dylan had patiently trained her, and I was happy to see she was at last breaking free of her shyness. When she’d first come to Genesis, both Dom’s sought me out to help her understand the dynamics of the lifestyle. Her appetite to learn and to please them was voracious.

  Like many of us at first, she didn’t understand the driving need to please inside her. She’d confided in me that within the first week of meeting the Dom’s, she’d run away from them. Her feelings for each one combined with the new experiences they had exposed her to were too intense. She’d fallen head over heels in love with them both but was scared and confused by their domineering seduction. It didn’t take long for her to realize that with their absence, a vital part was missing inside her. Like a romance novel, they eventually got back together, and with Nick and Dylan’s patience and love, they continued to grow and satisfy their darkest cravings.

  It was evident she loved and yearned to please them, but revealing her adoration intimately in public was testament to how much she’d grown in her submission. It warmed my heart that both Dom’s, always cognizant of her modesty, had concealed Savannah in such a way. They were undoubtedly protecting her and reassuring her courage while enjoying her submissive surrender.