Embracing My Submission (30 page)

His coaxing words were a potent aphrodisiac, intensifying every sensation to a staggering level. I could feel each engorged vein rippling over my lips. My fingers dripped in my own sultry dew as I kneaded my slippery bud. I flicked the tip of my tongue along each contour of his cock and then sucked him deep and hard. Mika strengthened his claim on my hair, spiraling me up so fast, the fear of succumbing too quickly had me crying out to him in a muffled warning. I was close.

“Wait for permission, girl. Don’t come,” he growled. “Just a few more minutes bathed in your heavenly throat. Then I’ll let you scream for me, pet. Christ, I love the way you look right now. So needy. Holding on by a thread. Your mouth is like a slick, sinful vise, and it’s mine, Julianna. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, your very soul belongs to me.” His voice was like smooth scotch.

I was slipping, sliding over the edge. Panicked cries vibrated over his shaft as I lunged forward, taking him as far down my throat as I could. Robbing myself of oxygen, I swallowed upon his crest as tears spilled from my eyes.

“Fuck! Come my sweet slave. Now!” Mika cried as he released my hair and wrapped his hands around my throat, forcibly face fucking me upon his expanding shaft. His screams thundered and vibrated through my body as his hot seed blistered my throat.

Swallowing rapidly, I inhaled a deep breath and joined him, shattering as I sucked him in a ravenous frenzy. His sweet cream exploded again, leaking out the sides of my straining lips. I was sucking and coming, screaming and swallowing in a crazed fervor. My pussy contracted forcefully, and I continued to guzzle his slippery, scalding seed.

Whimpering as my own storm subsided, I eased the torrid suction of my mouth around his shaft. I fostered the last remnants of his come, lapping every last trickle from his twitching cock. My core spasmed in aftershocks as I cleansed him with my tongue.

Forcefully pulling me to my feet, I swore there were tears in Mika’s eyes as he kissed me with an intense urgency. His arms held me in a desperate grip as he trailed his lips to my cheeks, over my jaw, and down my throat. Burying his face against my neck, his broad hand cradled my nape.

“I love you, Julianna.”

“I love you too, Mika.” Awestruck by the powerful sensations cascading through me, tears leaked from my eyes.

Lying in bed after numerous rounds of exhilarating and exhausting sex, Mika’s fingers played with my curls as they spilled over his chest. My pussy was swollen and sore. It was obvious I’d not had sex in...forever. Thank goodness my jaws weren’t sore.

“I’m so damn anxious to take you to the dungeon,” he whispered.

Looking up at him, I smirked. “Impatient are we?”

“Where you’re concerned? Always. You force me to struggle for patience, girl. I’m not sure I like that.” A serious expression fell across his face as my heart clutched with fear, fear that I wasn’t what he’d wanted after all. “I’ve been waiting for what feels like a lifetime. I need you to keep communicating with me. I don’t want anything to spoil what we have together. I won’t lose you, pet. I’m never going to let you go.”

“I pray you never do.” Trying to chase away my insecurities and block the scary thought of losing him someday, I snuggled tightly against his chest.

“Not happening,” he promised, squeezing me against him.

After a long pause, Mika pulled me on top of his body and looked into my eyes. “I’ve been cooped up too long. Let’s go out for dinner and then stop by the club. Besides, even though you’ve not said so, I know your pussy is sore. I’ll beat your ass later for not telling me.”

There was a wicked promise in his words.

“Why would I have to tell you? You already know.” I bit my lips together, but couldn’t hide the rueful smile tugging the corners of my mouth.

His hand landed soundly on my ass. “Communication, wench. Just because you think I might know...it’s your job to make sure I know. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir. But you’re not supposed to drive for another week,” I reminded him, raising my brows.

“I’m not supposed to be having marathon sex sessions with you, but that hasn’t stopped me now, has it?”

“Stubborn man. I swear!”

“I’m probably not supposed to take you over my knee and blister your ass, but I can do that too if you keep it up, pet,” he warned with an evil grin.

“Look at the time. Where has the day gone? I think I’ll just go hop in the shower now!” I giggled and jumped out of bed.

“You can run, but trust me girl, you can’t hide.” He laughed.

~*~

Seated at a romantic table in the far corner of Maurizio’s, I picked at my veal, nervous and anxious about going to the club. I’d not been back since the night of the shooting. A million questions swirled through my brain. Was Mika planning on taking me up the back stairs to his private office, or was he going to reveal himself to the members? Were they still buzzing about the shooting? What kinds of questions would they ask me? What was I supposed to say about my absence? About the shooting? Only a select few from Mika’s inner circle even knew we were together.

As the mixture of worry and fear fluttered in my stomach, I secretly wanted to go back to Mika’s, curl up on the couch with him, and watch a movie. I’d be safe from scrutiny there and wouldn’t feel as if I were under a microscope.

“Julianna, look at me.” Mika voice was low but commanding. Jerking my head to meet his gaze, I could tell by his expression I’d done a pisspoor job of masking my worries. “What’s bothering you?”

“It’s nothing. I’m okay,” I lied, determined not to spoil our first real date.

A staid expression lined his face as he slowly placed his fork on the table. “Totally unacceptable, my pet. Not now or any day forward, will you keep secrets or omissions from me. I won’t tolerate it. Do you understand?” His voice was quiet but his words were clipped and terse.

“Yes, Si...Master,” I mumbled.

Easing back in his chair, his shoulders tensed. Crossing his thick arms over his broad chest, he narrowed his eyes as his lips set in a tight line. Saying nothing, it was clear he was pissed and patiently waiting for me to speak. It unnerved me something fierce.

“You may begin.”

I knew what he was doing, but dammit, I didn’t want to confess that my insecurities were getting the best of me again. But like a dog with a bone, I knew he wasn’t going to let me off the hook until I spilled my guts. “I’m worried about going to the club.”

“Worried about what?”

“I don’t know what to expect. How will we be accepted? Are you going to scene with me in public? Are we going to your office so you can keep your identity secret still?”

“So instead of asking me, you allowed all these questions to swirl in your head, thus shutting me out completely. Correct?”

Guilt drowned out my anxiety. I’d let him down. And damn it, this is why I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to ruin our romantic dinner with my stupid fears. I nodded yes.

“So instead of being in the here and now with me, sharing this lovely dinner, you’ve trapped yourself inside your mind with fears and insecurities, never bothering to share them with me or allowing me to help you work through them. You’ve taken on the onus of trying to deal with them all yourself. Is that right, pet?”

Feeling like a chastised child, I exhaled, frowning and nodding.

“So tell me. What purpose has it served, besides excluding me from important worries concerning you?”

I lowered my head in shame. “They’re not important worries. They’re stupid.”

“Look at me,” he whispered in an urgent tone.

I raised my tear-filled eyes, and he blinked in surprise.

“Whoa, girl. I’m not mad. You’re not in trouble,” he reassured me. “I’m not upset with you in the least. I’m simply trying to make a point. Anything that worries you or makes you feel unsure is important to me. You’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to handle uncomfortable issues or situations by yourself. The point I’m trying to make is a very simple one. This is a perfect example of what I’ve been saying to you. I won’t allow you to shut me out of anything concerning you. Do you understand?”

“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.