Embracing My Submission (35 page)

Ending the kiss, a wicked smile curled on his swollen lips as his hand eased between my thighs and his fingers circled my well-used asshole. “Are you sore?”

“A little,” I confessed in a shy voice.

“Good. Let the pain remind you who you belong to, pet.”

“As if I could forget,” I taunted, raising my brows.

“Wash me. I can already tell you need the sass fucked out of you, and I plan on doing that right now.”

His hand cinched tight in my curls, and he forced me to my knees. Reaching up, I plucked the soft loofa from his hand and coated my fingers in its thick, rich suds. Dropping the sponge, I washed his dark, ridged cock with my fist. His angry, pulsating veins made my mouth water, and I licked my lips, whimpering as I slid my tightly squeezed hand up and down his shaft.

“Insatiable much, love?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

“With you, Master? Always,” I confessed as I teased his seeping crest with my thumb.

“Keep it up my sweet slut and you’ll be begging for mercy.” His growled words weren’t a threat but a promise. A shiver of anticipation shook my body as I gripped his stalk, fist fucking his bubble-coated hot shaft. “Rise and fuck me, girl.”

“Is that a command, Sir?” I giggled.

Without another word, he pulled me to my feet. My giggles were quickly replaced by gasps, then a long sultry moan when he quickly rinsed the suds from his cock and pushed my back against the cool, tiled wall. With one demanding thrust, he was buried balls deep in my pussy. Crying out in a combination of pleasure and pain, my narrow opening clutched around his shaft working furiously to accommodate it.

“What are you?” he growled with his mouth pressed against my ear.

“Your slave.”

“Show me, girl. Fuck me like a slave.”

Rolling my hips, I wiggled back from his warmth, just dislodging his cock a slight bit. Biting my lip to contain my cries of pain mixed ecstasy, I slammed my fluttering tunnel onto his shaft. Over and again I fucked him like a wild animal, humping and grinding upon his turgid, thick cock. Unrestrained. Uncontrolled. Unbridled.

Mika’s low grunts of approval bred a newfound freedom within. I lost all inhibitions.

His pleasure was my purpose.

My fingers dug into his marbled shoulders as I pounded upon his cock with a crazed frenzy. His broad crest scraped over my G-spot with a vengeance, and the mounting pressure built like a giant tsunami. My growls of need fused with his grunts of pleasure. An erotic song of power filled my ears.

“Beg for it, precious. You know you want it. I want to hear your desperation,” his husky lust-filled voice beckoned.

“Please, Master. I can’t hold it back. It’s going to...”

“Now, girl. Give it to me. Now!” he barked as his fingers pinched my nipples while his other hand yanked my hair with savage demand.

“Master!” The cry slashed from my throat as a thunderous wave of ecstasy pulled me under, and I screamed loud and long as the orgasm ripped through me. Mika’s hot seed jettisoned deep into my spasming womb. Filling me. Marking me. Once again, claiming me as
his
.

Limp and sated, I sagged against his hot chest, gasping the steam-filled air into my lungs. He loosened his fingers from my hair. Pulling me from the wall, he adjusted the water temperature then embraced me in a powerful hold. As the cool water pelted my blazing flesh, I clung to him, floating in a delirious, sated haze.

Neither of us said anything for a long time. As the water became cold, he turned off the shower and handed me a towel. I dried the droplets of water from his chocolate flesh, paying special attention to his half-limp cock and heavy sac.

Unable to resist the temptation, I leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. Without a word, he clutched my hair and pulled me upright.

“Did you have permission for that girl?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes and a small smile on his exotic lips.

“No Master,” I whispered in mock shame.

“Brat,” he growled with a much broader smile. “You need to work on subterfuge, pet. Your remorse was nowhere near convincing.”

A guilty giggle vibrated in the back of my throat, and I gave him a playful wink.

“Back to the bed, girl. I think you need to feel some leather upon your ass cheeks.”

With a gleeful squeal of delight, I snagged another towel and dried myself in record time. Running to the bed, I jumped into the air and landed with a whoosh upon the mattress. Clamoring onto my hands and knees, I wiggled my ass in invitation.

Mika’s laughter made me smile. Seconds later, a broad leather paddle landed a burning slap against my butt.

“Thank you, Master,” I hissed in delight. “May I have another?”

“For now, your safe word is ‘mercy,’ my love. Soon you’ll have no safe word and will be totally at my mercy.”

“I can’t wait,” I purred as my heart soared in absolute bliss.

Three Weeks Later

“Julianna. Come on, we’re going to be late,” Mika called from the hallway.

I danced on one foot, trying to slide into my shoe while I attempted to secure the back of my earring.

Drake, Sammie, and Trevor had pulled out all the stops at Genesis in preparation for our collaring ceremony. Well, mostly Trevor. From what Sammie had told me, Trevor had gone “gay-zerk” on decorations alone.

I looked up. Mika was standing in the doorway, his brow arched as I continued to hop on one foot. Flopping to the bed, I gazed upon him with hunger gripping my core. He was dressed in a formal tux. His bronzed skin glowed against the crisp cotton shirt. Broad shoulders filled out the black tapered jacket, drawing attention to his narrow waist.

“Master, you look decadent. I want to stay home and undress you with my teeth. Please? I don’t want to be put on display in front of everyone at the club,” I whined in a pitiful moan.

“Tough shit, girl. I’m claiming your tight ass tonight in front of God and everyone. Now get that sexy ass of
mine
moving. We’re late.”

My lips formed an exaggerated pout. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.” I huffed as I yanked the strap of my shoe over my heel.

In three long strides, Mika ate up the hardwood floor then cupped my chin. Lifting me from the bed, his eyes narrowed.

“Who am I?”

A sly smile curled on my lips as I smoothed my fingers over the lapels of his jacket. “Why, you’re the great and powerful Oz, Master.” I smiled with a shameless, wicked grin. Then slanting my lips over his, I took one last liberty and kissed him. Kissed him with all the passion, love, devotion, and submission I held in my heart.

Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. She loves music, cooking, camping, and riding Harley’s in the country. At thirteen she began writing short stories and poetry and dreamed of one day becoming an author.

Now that her four children are grown, she has time to paint with words, the pictures in her twisted mind. Outgoing with a warped sense of humor, she’s never once been accused of being shy or introverted. With close to twenty years of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice.

ONE DOM TO LOVE
- Is the first in a brand new BDSM Erotic Romance Series titled:
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Jenna is co-author with New York Times Bestselling Author Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl. The three have created a toe-curling, knock-you-off-your-feet erotic treat. Here’s a peek:

Raine Kendall has been in love with her boss, Macen Hammerman, for years. Determined to make the man notice that she’s a grown woman with desires and needs, she pours out her heart and offers her body to him—only to be crushingly rejected. But when his friend, very single, very sexy Liam O’Neill, watches the other Dom refuse to act on his obvious feelings for Raine, he resolves to step in and do whatever it takes to help Hammer find happiness again, even rousing his friend’s possessive instincts by making the girl a proposition too tempting to refuse. But he never imagines that he’ll end up falling for her himself.

Hammer has buried his lust for Raine for years. After rescuing the budding runaway from an alley behind his exclusive BDSM dungeon, he has come to covet the pretty submissive. But tragedy has taught him that he can never be what she needs. So he watches over her while struggling to keep his distance. Liam’s crafty plan blindsides Hammer, especially when he sees how determined his friend is to possess Raine for his own. Hammer isn’t ready to give the lovely submissive over to any other Dom, but can he heal from his past and fight for her? Or will he lose Raine if she truly gives herself—heart, body, and soul—to Liam?

MASTERS OF MY DESIRE
—The second book in
The Doms of Genesis
series will be available in early 2013.

Two Dominant men and one unsuspecting submissive make for a lurid, luscious ménage.
Master of My Desire
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Watching two big burly men walk toward the patrol car, I couldn’t decide which one to focus on. Both were equally scrumptious, and I’d been void of a good dose of eye candy for what seemed like forever. They were the most mouthwatering, gorgeous, virile men I’d ever seen. Startlingly aware of my contracting nipples, I tried to swallow but suddenly my mouth was dry and my throat seemed to close up. A warm slippery release wept from between the folds of my sex as the tall, Native American-looking man captured my gaze with a commanding hold.

A lusty tremor rippled through my body as the sheriff turned to me. “Do you know these boys?” he asked, concern wrinkling his brow.

“No sir,” I whispered in a shy voice as I shook my head.

I didn’t know them, but I sure as hell wanted to. Know them up close and personal. The tall Native American man continued to grip me with his erotic and dangerous eyes. A shiver slithered down my spine. No man had ever made me physically squirm before, but this guy evoked an agonizing flurry within me.

“Can I help you boys?” the sheriff asked after lowering his window.

“We’re here to pick up Savannah. We’re supposed to take her to Kit’s place,” the shorter one smiled. His voice was warm and soothing. Bending his head, he raised his beautiful baby blues, captivating me with his intense gaze. My heart leapt in my chest. His eyes were so penetrating I could almost feel him invading my soul. Something wicked flashed over his cerulean pools as he continued to stare at me. “Kit told me to tell you that we’re safer than Merlot...whatever the hell that means.”

Yeah, you look about as safe as a baby rattlesnake, Mister.
With a nervous chuckle, I nodded. “It’s okay, I know what she means.”

With a nonchalant roll of his shoulders, his blue eyes softened. At least he was attempting to put me at ease while the big Native American man’s eyes continued to penetrate me in an uncomfortably appraising way. Oh hell. No, he wasn’t reassuring at all. He looked like danger and sin all rolled up into on
e hot, orgasm-inducing package.