Embracing My Submission

by Jenna Jacob

  “Your mouth is a hot slice of heaven, baby,” Mika purred as he twisted his fist in my hair and pulled my head back.

  I growled, dipping two fingers into my weeping tunnel and thrusted them in and out, wishing it was his cock. “I’m going to scald your fucking throat to hell and back. Goddammit.”

  Shoving my head down, his expanding cock blocked my airway. His thunderous cries reverberated in the vehicle as blistering streams of come exploded down my throat. Jerking my head back long enough to gasp in a breath, I swallowed every decadent blast of his tangy seed as it painted my tongue and throat.

  The familiar tingling of release raced down my legs as I began to unravel. Finding the strength somehow, I jerked my fingers from my sodden channel. Lifting my mouth from Mika’s cock, I raised my face toward the heavens and cried out in a mournful wail of denial. The flames of release licked at the fringes of my core, threatening to swallow me in its fiery explosion.

  Mika snatched my wrist, guiding my cream-covered fingers to his mouth. Sucking and licking my glistening nectar from each finger, he shushed me. “Save that explosion for me, pet. I want to feel it when I’m balls deep in your ass.”

  A wild cry of desperation filled the vehicle. I was out of control, lost in a fog of demand and solely focused on gaining relief. My other hand plunged into my dripping core, and Mika seized my other wrist then pulled me to his chest. My body quaked uncontrollably, and my nipples burned like hot coals as they brushed against his chest.

  “Mika,” I screamed. “Please. Please. Please let me come.” Tears of denial streamed down my cheeks.

  “My God, Julianna. You are so fucking gorgeous. I’ve never seen you so desperate. My cock is hard again just watching you like this. So fucking free and untamed. Get out of the car.” He cocked his head and issued a wary look as if he couldn’t trust that I’d not resume masturbating. “Keep your hands were I can see them.” He leapt from the driver’s seat and raced around the front of the Escalade.

  Still kneeling between the seats, both arms raised high in the air, I trembled and panted like an animal snared in a hunter’s trap. I was trapped all right, trapped in my submission. Trapped in Mika’s Dominance. Caught and controlled, every nerve ending sang in elation.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Wrapped in Mika’s warm embrace, I opened my eyes and blinked. He was holding me tight to his chest, whispering soft words in my ear. I felt as if I were coming out of some foreign fugue as I realized we were in the dungeon, yet I had no concept of how we’d gotten there.

  “Mika. What happened?” I gasped in fear.

  “It’s okay baby. I’m right here. You’re safe. Everything is fine,” he reassured as he rocked me in a slow rhythm on his lap. “That was amazing.”

  “I’m so embarrassed.” I moaned, feeling shamed.

  “That’s the last thing I want you to feel. You were so far gone, I thought I was going to have to allow you to orgasm before I’d get you back.” He smiled in delight. “But you held on. I’ve got you, precious. You’re safe.”

  “I’ve never had that happen before. What the hell was that?” I asked in a combination of wonder and awe.

  “You totally let go, sweetheart. You let go of all your inhibitions and control. It was truly the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I want to see it again. I want to get you so damn needy that you lose your mind and fall apart around me. That was spectacular.”

  Shooting him a weary glance, he smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here to pull you back together. I’ll always be here.”

  Still cradled safely in his arms, he stood and carried me to a large bed in the corner of the dungeon. Gliding me down to the soft mattress, he began peeling off my clothes, trailing his lips, teeth, and tongue in a beleaguered path over my tingling flesh. I arched to meet his every touch. Mewling and rocking my hips as he released my black lace bra, my ultra-sensitive nipples ached in time with my throbbing clit.

  “Please, Master.”

  “What is it my love? What do you need?”

  “Touch me. I need to feel your strong hands on me.”

  “In time, pet. In my time,” he assured as he continued trailing his tormenting kisses. “I want to hear more of your sweet, pitiful pleas, precious.”

  His mouth covered my breast, and his teeth bit into my burning flesh. Arching my back from the bed, a scream tore from my throat. His dark peach-tinted lips fed upon my skin while his teeth and tongue prevailed upon my nipples. I felt myself falling faster and further than before.

  Unconsciously, my fingers found their way to my clit. Before I could begin to bring some blessed relief to my inflamed bud, Mika’s hand encased both my wrists and pulled my arms high over my head.

  “That belongs to me. It’s no longer yours, and you don’t have permission to play with it yet.”

  “Help me,” I pleaded.

  “Soon, pet,” he growled. “On your hands and knees in the center of the bed. Now.”

  His terse, demanding tone sent a ripple of fear down my spine. With quick obedience, I complied with his instructions.

  “Head down, ass up,” he snarled.

  Open and vulnerable, a feeling of déjà vu washed over me. This was the exact position I was in the fateful morning that Mika stormed from my bedroom. The same morning I mistakenly convinced myself I was not a submissive. I was never so glad to be wrong about anything in my life.

  Then his hands were gone. I felt the bed sway and heard him move across the room. Raising my head, I turned and watched as he stripped off his shirt. His muscles bunched as he pulled several items off a low shelf near the opposite wall.

  “Head down. Don’t look up again unless I instruct you to.”

  Not even realizing that I’d disobeyed him, I jerked at his command and lowered my head.

  “Much better,” he praised.

  Listening intently, I heard him release the zipper of his jeans. The urge to sneak a peek was overwhelming. Wanting to gaze upon his mouthwatering cock, his sculpted body, and hypnotic eyes was a brutal mindfuck. But the urge to please him won out as I kept my forehead pressed to the bed.

  The incessant throbbing of my clit was maddening, and the orgasm bubbling inside me was so enormous, I seriously thought I might spontaneously combust. Reminding myself he would eventually sanction my release, I wondered how long I could last before losing my mind. You can do this. You will do this...for him.

  Feeling the warm glory of my submission eased my blistering demand, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would not fail him.

  Sucking in a deep breath, I continued to calm my anxiety, reminding myself that Mika’s pleasure was my reward. And it was working well until I felt him climb onto the bed. All the self-talk on the planet couldn’t candy coat the fact that his massive cock was going to somehow squeeze into my tiny virgin asshole.

  Drawing in a ragged breath, I pinched my eyes shut and clenched my butt cheeks, readying myself for the onslaught of blistering pain. But it wasn’t his cock stabbing, it was his warm body draped across my back.

  “What are you doing, my pet?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

  “Preparing for you to claim me, Master,” I squeaked in fear.

  His warm tongue brushed the shell of my ear. “Wrong. I’m the one who will prepare you pet, not the other way around.”

  Lifting from my body, his tongue traced a slow indecipherable pattern down my spine. All the tension sagged from my body as his broad thumbs spread my ass open, and he began to lick my puckered rim. A low moan escaped my throat as tiny pulses of tingling pleasure arced outward from my sensitive opening.

  “Mika,” I gasped.

  “Who?”

  “Master.”

  “Yes, precious. Your Master has you. You’re safe. You’ll always be safe.” His words vibrated against my virgin opening nearly sending me to the stars.

  “I can’t take this. I...please, Master. Please.”

  “You will take it. For me. You’ll take ev
erything I give you and beg for more.”

  He was right. I would take it all. Every pain. Every pleasure. Every mind-bending frustration. I would take everything if it pleased him, if it made him proud.

  Yielding every ounce of my control, I knew he would never abuse or break me. I trusted Mika. Fully. Without reservation. Trusted him with my submission, my body, my heart, my life.

  With a final flick of the tongue, his warm mouth vanished. Caught in a torrid tango of demand and compliance, a pitiful groan of denial rumbled in my throat.

  “I have a feeling this is going to be exceptionally hard for you to manage, pet.”

  “I know. Your cock is huge.” I whimpered in fear.

  Mika’s rich, deep laughter filled the room. “I’m not talking about you accommodating my cock. Trust me girl, I’ll manage to fit every fucking inch balls deep in your hot virgin ass. I was actually talking about you maintaining control. It’s going to be hard for you to keep from coming. You seem exceptionally primed to orgasm. Why is that?” His words were slathered in sarcasm.

  “Oh, gee, Master. I can’t imagine why. It’s not like you’ve been teasing the piss out of me for hours or anything,” I responded in a sarcastic tone.

  Mika’s response was a sharp, stinging slap upon my ass. “That just earned you a nice long session with my whip, pet.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.” I tried to sound contrite, I really did, but the thought of his whip kissing my flesh cheeks was enticing beyond words.

  “For the love of...” His exasperated sigh confirmed my apology wasn’t the least bit convincing. “You know that orgasm you’re clinging to by a thread, pet?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can make sure you don’t get to release it.”

  “No, Master.” I panicked at the thought of being suspended in a pre-orgasmic prison. It would kill me. “I’m sorry. I’m scared, and I know it’s going to hurt.”

  “Trust me, pet. I’ll make it feel so good for you. But I need your trust. Will you give it to me, my love?”

  “Yes, Master. I trust you. I do.” I nodded then focused on his promise. He would make it feel so good. He already had with his tongue. The sensation of his tongue on my asshole sent a spasm of pleasure through my core. “I give you all of me. Please, take it.”

  “Good girl. I’ll remind you only once, pet. You do not have permission to come. Don’t let go. Don’t lose control until I tell you.”

  “Yes, Master. I won’t fail you.” I acknowledged his directive, but still worried how he could fit his massive dick into my tiny ass and how the hell I was going to stave off the enormous orgasm already screaming to be set free.

  “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks apart. Hold yourself open for me. Don’t move your hands and don’t even think about touching your clit. Oh, and remember to breathe, pet.”

  With my forehead pressed to the mattress, I reached behind me and held my cheeks open for him. I heard the snick of the lid as he opened a tube of lube. Holding my cheeks open, exposing myself to him, felt lurid. I felt small and defenseless. Any other time I would have automatically hid behind my walls, cordoning off my feelings of vulnerability, but the undeniable need to please Mika was in control now. The scared, insecure woman was gone, replaced by a submissive slave, unequivocally granting all to her Master.

  “Remember to breathe, pet,” Mika instructed as a cold glob of lube plopped against my puckered anus. His thick finger gently massaged the gel along my gathered rim.

  Sucking in a deep breath, my body seemed to melt as I relaxed beneath a myriad of delightful explosions pulsating from the brim. My clit throbbed in a relentless thrum and more cream spilled from my pussy. I gasped as the tip of his finger breached the tender opening, and he rimmed me with the slick gel. I rocked my hips, aching for him to glide his finger in deeper as he swirled and opened the sensitized tissue. It was blissful euphoria. Speeding toward orgasm at an alarming rate, shallow gasps of delight cooled my throat as I fought to maintain control.

  Soft mewling whimpers slid free as he slowly introduced another finger. My hips stilled and I inhaled a deep breath as the blissful burning sensation crawled up my spine.

  “That’s it, precious. Just relax. Let me stretch you. Your soft little whimpers are so fucking sexy, and your ass is like a heavenly seething inferno. You’ve got my cock dripping like a goddamn faucet. I can’t wait to be balls deep inside your ass, love.” Hissing out the words, his knuckles passed through the resistant ring as I groaned loudly. “Hang on to it, girl.”

  His fingertips glanced over my clit.

  “Mika,” I screamed as I dipped my hips, driving my ass toward him. I tried to press my clit against his fingers and force him to sink deeper inside my ass.

  “Who?” he growled with a firm pinch to my clit.

  “Master,” I screamed in a panicked tone, fighting the powerful surge threatening to drag me under.

  “Don’t do it,” Mika warned with a bellicose tone.

  “Help me,” I wailed in distress.

  His hand landed a brutal slap against the inside of my slickened thigh. Searing pain radiated through my flesh, taking with it all desire to orgasm. I screamed and panted, trying to rise above the fire. My mind reeled, confused on which sensation to focus, the pain or the pleasure.

  Desperately craving the gratification of release, I knew it wasn’t time. He’d not given permission. If I allowed myself to topple over the edge, I would disappoint him. Failing him was not an option. So I concentrated on absorbing the pain. It was my only salvation.

  “Are you under control now, girl?” he asked with a hint of humor in his voice.

  “Yes, Master.” I gasped, welcoming the engulfing pain.

  “That’s a good girl,” he praised and eased yet another finger into my burning, stretched ass. “Three fingers, now pet. You’re doing excellent.”

  Another cold burst of lube slid over my stinging tissue. The burning sensation cooled for a split second before he began driving all three fingers in and out of my ass with a slow, steady rhythm. My thigh stung, but the waning pain was no longer potent enough to override the mounting demand of my clit.

  “Please,” I begged as tears stung my eyes.

  “Oh, girl. You’re trying my patience tonight,” Mika hissed in a tone of warning.

  “Please, Master. I need to come,” I whined.

  “Much better, girl, but no. This is for me, not for you. This is for my pleasure.” Plunging his fingers through my throbbing ring, his other hand captured my curls and gave a firm yank. “You’ve not suffered enough for me, pet.”

  “Fuck me,” I cried as my body trembled. My swollen clit pounded like a jackhammer.

  “Already begging, love?” A small chuckle bubbled from the back of his throat.

  “No.”

  “No what?”

  “No, Master,” I choked, panting like a porn star while concentrating on a strand of my hair that jostled on the mattress. I was desperate to focus on anything to take my mind off my screaming demand.

  With one final, brutal push, his fingers were lodged to the hilt. Surges of lightning zipped through my body and gathered like a fireball beneath my clit. Gasping and moaning, I shook my head, willing away the unrelenting demand to come.

  Mika removed his fingers and within seconds, I felt the hot, thick crest of his cock positioned at the entrance of my undefiled anus. I squeezed my eyes shut while mentally imploring myself to relax. It wasn’t happening.

  “Stop fighting this, pet,” Mika barked in a bellicose tone. “Breathe. Focus on my voice and relax my fuck hole. It’s mine! What are you?”

  “I am your slave, Master,” I whimpered.

  Releasing my hair, I felt the wide tip of his cock press inward, invading my virgin opening. I cried out in shock. Immediately his fingers began to caress my forlorn clit, melding the pain into pleasure. The cool lube coupled with the fiery heat of his cock was a chaotic blend of blissful torture.

  Unable to process the co
mbined sensations, my mind shut down. Mika ruled every cell in my body. I was helpless, at his mercy, and I realized with startling clarity that I would always crave his possession of me.

  “Yes. You are my gorgeous slave, girl.” His words were strained, as if he too were struggling to maintain control. Feeding inch after painstakingly slow inch of his cock into my diminutive tunnel, I cried, not in pain but in glorious surrender.

  “Do you relegate your body to me to use as I wish?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you relinquish your control to me, to mold and bestow back to you as I see fit?”

  “Yes, Master.” I sobbed as he thrust further into my narrow passage, stretching me with a fire so blistering I wanted to explode from the heat and pressure.

  “Do you resign your will to me, to hold in my hands like fragile glass, to nurture and protect?”

  “Yes, Master. Oh God, yes.”

  “Do you release your heart, mind, and soul for me to treasure with my tender mercies?”

  “Yes, Master. All of me. You have all of me.” My body shook as sobs of renunciation echoed through the room.

  “I love you, Julianna.” His voice suddenly changed to a soft, compassionate plea. “I promise to honor you. Protect you. Love you. I will hold every precious gift you grant me with fragile wings. Lock them safely within my heart, mind, body, and soul...till my dying breath.”

  I couldn’t speak. My heart felt like it was ripping in two. His tender words, his promise, split me open. Raw. Vulnerable. Unprotected. So many terrifying emotions detonated within, yet his crushing vow of unconditional love filled every exposed part of me with a salve of trust.

  Protection.

  Promise.

  Refuge.

  Salvation.

  I was releasing every part of me unto his care, and he was claiming himself my anchor. My shield. My redeemer. My strength. My comfort. My guide. My love.