Embracing My Submission (28 page)

The Master/slave topic was put to rest as we danced around each other, cooking in the kitchen. More times than I could count, I caught myself watching Mika’s muscles bunch as he flipped the bacon.

My body hummed in need. Glowing embers smoldered just below the surface, threatening to erupt into a raging inferno. I found myself focusing on tamping down my lust, over and again.

Of course Mika was no help, whatsoever. As I whisked the eggs, he took full advantage of my giggling breasts by slipping his broad hands beneath my robe, teasing and plucking my aching nipples while his teeth nipped the column of my neck. He found it quite humorous that I whimpered as he ignited every nerve ending, ratcheting my desire to an almost decimating level and then walking away.

The evil man.

The pungent scent of my arousal was thick in the air, and it brought a smile to my lips knowing the tempting and teasing was taking its toll on Mika as well. Standing by the stove, I suddenly felt the heat of his hard shaft pressed up against my ass. Purring low, I arched, pushing my ass back to meet him. Rolling my hips, I ground my buns against his turgid erection. My purrs turned into needful moans as his warm hands caressed my breasts. Thick, hot honey slipped from my empty pussy as I bent over the sink in offering.

Mika hissed and smacked my ass, then led me to the table. He pulled out a chair, instructing me to sit while he dished up breakfast. It was more than obvious we both needed a few minutes to calm the scalding hunger boiling within.

It was nearly impossible to eat seated across from Mika’s half-dressed savage hot body. Gazing at me, his eyelids were heavy with promise. My appetite for food waned but my appetite for him continued to grow voracious.

“You’re doing exceptionally well addressing me as Master, pet. You make me proud.”

My heart soared, and his praise warmed my soul. “Thank you, Master.”

At first, it felt awkward addressing him as Master, but by the end of the meal, the term rolled off my tongue as if I’d employed the honorific my whole life.

While we cleaned up the dishes, Mika eased up behind me, pinning me to the counter. His warm breath wafted over my neck. Pressing against me, his irresistible erection snuggled between the cheeks of my ass and his devilish lips nuzzled my throat. Peeling the robe from my shoulders, his mouth and tongue trailed fervent kisses over every inch of flesh revealed.

“It’s time to finish what we started earlier, pet. I need to feel your sweet, hot pussy gripping this.” His steely erection cried in demand as his smooth, silky voice lulled me with promise.

“Yes. Please, Master.” I gasped as I turned, gliding my tongue across his luscious caramel-colored chest. The smoldering embers flared, engulfing me in a wild firestorm.

Mika’s hand slid to the small of my back and the other upon the nape of my neck as his mouth devoured mine. Our tongues dueled as he lifted me from the floor. Wrapping my arms and legs around his rippling hard body, he carried me to the kitchen table. Easing me onto the long wooden surface, he opened my robe as his eyes sparkled and danced over my ivory flesh.

“All through breakfast I’ve thought about laying you out like this and feasting on your lush body. I’ll be damned if I’ll wait another second.” Trailing one finger from between my breasts down to my pubic bone, a predatory grin spread across his lips. “Raise your hands above your head and don’t move, precious.”

Trembling with excitement, I did as he instructed. Walking to the end of the table, he began wrapping my wrists to the sturdy legs of the table with soft cotton dish towels. Once satisfied that my arms were secured, he moved between my legs. Grasping beneath my knees, he pulled my ass to the table’s edge. My arms stretched tightly against the binding, and I shivered knowing I was at his mercy.

He seated himself on a chair between my open legs, reminding me of my yearly gynecological exam, and I almost giggled. I’d never been turned on for that little adventure. Lifting my legs, he draped them over his broad, sculpted shoulders. Blowing a stream of air over my simmering flesh, his cool breath teased my wet folds.

“Breakfast was good, but this is going to taste so much better.” The hungry growl had barely left his lips when his tongue took a long languid slide up my center. I jerked and moaned, arching my hips higher, desperate for more of his wicked tongue.

White lights of raw pleasure flashed behind my eyes as he ravenously assaulted my pussy. His lips surrounded my labia, and his teeth scraped over my clit. Helpless and soaring, I abandoned all my control over to him.

“I could stay here all day, feasting on your sweet, hot cunt. You’re addicting, pet, and spread out like this, like my own private buffet, you look simply fuckable.” He drove his tongue deep inside my quivering core.

My cries of delight echoed through the room as I bucked and writhed beneath his gifted mouth. Shafting two fingers deep inside, he concentrated on that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within, and in no time had me poised on the cusp of release. Primed by his previous enticements in the bedroom, I hovered dangerously close to losing control of my orgasm.

“Please,” I gasped as a tingle of warning slithered up my limbs. “Oh God, Mika. I can’t hold this back. It’s too much. Please!” I screamed.

“Who are you?” His goading words vibrated over my clit, sending a shock wave rippling down my spine, melding with the electricity already surging through my veins.

“I’m yours,” I cried in a voice full of panic.

“Tell me, Julianna. I want to hear it from your lips.”

Panting and grinding my cunt on his face, desperate to hear him roar the magic word “come,” I would have confessed to being Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy all combined.

“Yours.” I whimpered.

“My what?”

“Your slave.”

His mouth left my throbbing, screaming cunt, but his submerged fingers still worked their devilish magic inside my clenching tunnel. He stood and leaned over me, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Yes, you are precious. Indeed you are my slave. I know you want to come so desperately, don’t you my sweet, wet, succulent slave?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whined in a loud, pitiful wail.

“I’m not your Sir, girl. I’m your Master. Your salvation. I’m the one who will make all your naughty dreams come true. The one who will keep you safe. Treasure you. Push you to the brink of all you can endure and savor every frantic cry. Every tear. Every precious gift you shower upon me. And by God, I’ll give them back to you tenfold.”

I didn’t doubt his vow for one second. Surging with anticipation of every promise he made, every limit he would push, my heart filled with joy. His fingers stretched my tender tissue as he twisted them deeper, burnishing my G-spot. His other digits honed in on my pulsating clit, feathering and taunting my screaming bud.

He narrowed his lust-filled eyes and stared down at me. “Who am I?” he growled as he pinched my clit between his fingers, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.

“My Master!” I shrieked as my hips arched off the table, grinding upon his able hands.

“Yes. Come for your Master. Come hard for me, slave,” he bellowed as he slid another finger deep inside me, stretching my already clenching tunnel.

As I sailed over the crest, my screams of deliverance filled the room. Wave after wave crashed through me, and then suddenly I felt Mika’s massive, thick cock thrust inside me.

“You. Are. Mine,” he grunted with each powerful lunge of his cock. “You. Belong. To. Me. I am your Master. You are my slave. My treasure. My love. My. Whole. Fucking. Life.”

As he emphasized his declaration with unyielding, feral thrusts, tears streamed from my eyes. His affirmation ripped my heart, mind, body, and soul apart. He was claiming me, confirming ownership of every fiber of my being. Never again would I have to dream about finding my “one.” He had finally found me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched my hips, meeting each brutal stab of his cock. Grunting and panting, I looked into his turbulent, lust-glazed eyes.

“I love you, Master. I love you,” I cried out uninhibitedly.

Mika’s amber pools darkened and narrowed. His jaw ticked as his massive hands savagely gripped my hips.

“Say it again, Julianna. Tell me. Again,” he roared as a wild, untamed expression converged across his face.

“I love you, Master. I love you. I am
your
slave, forever,” I sobbed.

Lowering his body over mine, surrounding me in his fiery heat, he buried his face in my neck as he furiously pounded into me.

“I’m yours now, too, my love,” he grunted against my neck. He released inside me, unleashing a feral, thunderous growl that resonated in my ears. His hot seed erupted, splattering against my quivering walls.

Marking me not only as a woman, but as his slave.

Slave
.

I waited for the panic of that word to course through me, but oddly enough the dark, terrifying sensation never blossomed. As we both gasped in completion, my mind reeled. How had he wiped away years of fear in such a short time? Why wasn’t my blood turning to ice at the realization that I was, once again, a slave? A tiny voice inside my head answered the perplexing questions.
Because it’s different this time, just like he said it would be.

Clutching Mika’s sweat-slickened shoulders, I knew the magic of his Dominance and fulfillment of my submission lay within him. I would find my serenity through him. And by his command, I would finally be free.

Mika’s heated body rested upon me, and his ragged breathing matched mine as we slowly ebbed from our euphoric release.

While I should have felt wonderfully sated, boneless and blank, I couldn’t turn off my brain. I wondered how I could be a slave and with absolute surety maintain a sense of self, like he’d promised. How? How would he do that? How could I retain my independence while handing all of my power unto his care? But, he was already doing it. He’d taken one of my darkest fears away, replaced it with a feeling of absolute serenity, and I was helpless to stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. I
wanted
to give him everything.

Suddenly a dark foreboding sensation began to bloom.

Adrenaline teeming with anxiety and doubt pumped through my veins.

“Mika,” I whimpered fearfully as I began jerking frantically against my restraints.

“What’s wrong?” Mika pulled back in alarm, searching my eyes. I knew he was startled by my sudden change of demeanor.

There were too many emotions zinging through me to pinpoint just one. A new depth of my submission had been brought to life. It was overwhelming and exciting and beyond frightening.

“Julianna? Talk to me, love.” His brows knitted together in concern.

“I...I’m scared,” I confessed, sounding too much like a frightened child.

“I’m sorry baby. I lost my head. You’re on the pill, right?” He slid from my tunnel and quickly released my wrists. Pulling me to his chest, he wrapped me in his strong arms, and I clung to him as if he were a buoy in a churning, rolling sea.

“No, I’m not. That’s not it. I don’t care about the condom.” My words stumbled as I clung in fear against his slick chest. “I mean I do, but that’s not it. I’m...”

“You felt the depth of the exchange, didn’t you?” He tenderly brushed a strand of hair from my cheek to behind my ear.

“Yes.” A tear slipped from my eye.

“Shhh. It’s okay. Please don’t be afraid. It won’t be like before. I swear on my mother’s life it will be nothing like before. He wasn’t a Dominant, baby. This time it will be everything you need, I promise.”

Like before.
I hadn’t been thinking about Nelson, but Mika’s words brought the memories rushing back, an icy blast of fear. My blood ran cold, and my body tensed.

He was right. Nelson had been a miserable excuse for a Master. He’d possessed just enough knowledge to be dangerous. He enticed unsuspecting newbies, like me at the time, to believe he was an experienced Dominant, a lie he manipulated to suit his own desires. He didn’t know whit about the lifestyle or the true meaning of being a Dominant.

Nelson wasn’t at all concerned about the mental, emotional, or physical well-being of his slave. He was only interested in fulfilling his greedy, self-centered, and horrifically sadistic desires all under the guise of being an “Old School Master.” Nelson was slimy, calculating, and manipulative. He exercised his influence in heinously dangerous and damaging ways.

At his insistence, I had moved in with him, sold all my possessions, and quit my job. He wanted a “total power exchange” and wove dreams of our future into a tapestry of glorious perfection. It was far too enticing to refuse.

My being solely dependent upon him was the only way, in his eyes, that I could prove I was serious about my submission. What a crock of shit! I found out later what a horrible, soul-shattering mistake I’d made.

At first, life with Nelson was nearly a storybook existence. He didn’t want sex—wasn’t interested at all in making love to me—and while I thought that was strange, he’d brainwashed me by claiming that giving him my power was more potent than giving him my body. And that he could “fuck any hole out there, but he wasn’t that callous.” No, he was far more evil than callous.