Embracing My Submission (25 page)

Neither of us spoke for a long time as he trailed his fingers through my curls. Tiny quivers tingled through my core, and it clenched and ached to be filled.

“I don’t expect to hear you say it, not for a while anyway, but I love you.”

My heart clutched in my chest. “I think I want to love you too, Mika,” I whispered my confession. “I need some time, though. I could easily fall in love with the idea of you that’s in my head, but I need time to learn more about you, the person you are in my heart.”

“Yes, you do. But there’s something you need to know. I’m a very patient man. However long it takes, whatever you need from me, just ask. My heart is yours, pet. Just don’t make me wait a lifetime. I feel like I’ve already waited that and more for you.”

~*~

A few days later, Mika was moved to a private room. The doctors were impressed at how fast he was healing and regaining his strength. Emile and Sarah stayed to make sure he continued to progress without any setbacks.

However, I think Emile had other reasons for their lengthy stay. Moses had given him a key to Genesis, and during the day, he taught Sarah some of the finer pleasures of the lifestyle in private. Of course she’d been full of questions, and the four of us spent many hours in Mika’s private room candidly discussing her newfound submission. It was just as I’d suspected. She was a natural born sub and once she discovered her “place,” she literally blossomed from the inside out. Emile was equally lambent, wearing a constant smile of Dominant pride. It was heartwarming to see such a change in him. Sarah had brought him back to life.

While Mika recuperated at the hospital, Drake and Trevor moved my clothes and toiletries into Mika’s house, convinced that I should be the one to help him finish recovering at home. I was more than willing to volunteer for that job. In fact, wild horses couldn’t have kept me from it.

It wasn’t long before Mika was released from the hospital and sent home. Emile hovered over him almost twenty-four-seven as a loving father would. Passing by Mika’s room one morning, I caught my name in conversation as Emile gave him a sponge bath. Okay, so curiosity got the best of me and I paused to listen.

“You know, Dad, Julianna can do this for me. You don’t have to.”

“I know, son, but if I allowed her to touch your bits...you’ve not healed well enough for the exertion of wild jungle sex, not quite yet.” A hint of amusement laced his words.

“Shit. Don’t lead my mind down that path, Dad. Just thinking about everything I want to do to her, all the ways I want to claim her and knowing I can’t, it’s driving me out of my mind. She comes in the room and her scent carries on the wind. She leaves, and I sit here like a fucking pussy, inhaling the ghosts she’s left behind. Christ, I’ve lost my damn mind over her.”

Emile’s deep laughter echoed from the room. I smiled, not at Mika’s torment, but with the knowledge that we were both on a razor’s edge of sexual need. It was all I could do at night not to slide my fingers over my tingling nub and bring myself off in a mind-numbing climax. I didn’t, though. I wanted to save the swelling explosion for his pleasure. He needed to see and feel the level of desire he fostered in me. And if I allowed myself to focus too keenly on the continuous ache, I’d never keep my fingers away. God help the poor man once I unleashed all that was trapped inside. I might kill him after all.

Scurrying back to the kitchen, I took in my surroundings, anything to take away the focus of my aching clit. Mika’s home was massive, as regal as the man himself. At first I was intimidated by the sheer size of the mansion, but slowly I grew accustomed to the elegant, spacious rooms, the dark masculine décor, and the private dungeon, especially the private dungeon. Catching myself standing at its doorway, more often than not my mind seemed to fill with all the immoral, decadent things Mika might subject me to within the wicked walls. Of course it was self-induced masochistic torture and only ratcheted my level of frustration higher, but I simply couldn’t stop myself.

As the days progressed, he needed less and less help from me. I was unsure what his expectations of me were. Would he want me to continue living with him once he’d fully healed? I didn’t know, and I was too scared to ask. Thankfully, I didn’t have much time to dwell on my insecurities as the house was usually filled with visitors. And I was happy pampering Mika and his guests. I’d not even given much thought to my clients who I’d passed off to a very capable number crunching CPA friend of mine. In all honesty, I was grateful for the reprieve of dealing with the IRS. Most of my time was spent cooking, cleaning, and tending to domestic chores for him. It was strange, but I found doing tasks for him rewarding. Taking care of Mika filled me with joy. It was funny, though, because I’d always dreaded doing the same chores for myself.

We’d spent a lazy morning tangled in bed. Mika’s fingers tortured me unmercifully, taking me to the edge of oblivion over and again. Each time I was ready to surrender, he would stop and softly talk me down from the ledge. Frustration coiled like an angry snake, hissing and slithering through my veins.

Mika’s engorged shaft bore witness that the doctor’s orders were taking their toll on him, too. He’d been instructed to do nothing but rest until his follow-up appointment. With the sexual tension humming through the air, I knew I needed to do something to take the edge off, something non-sexual to undo the thundering knot beneath my clit.

“I’ll get your shower ready whenever you’d like me to.”

“Now would be fine, pet. Thank you.” There was a strange twinkle in his eyes as he smiled at me. “I think I’d like it if you joined me this morning.”

Tilting my head, I shook it, narrowing my eyes. “When the doctor says you’ve healed, remember?” Heading toward the spacious master bath, I tried to calm my zinging horny hormones. Turning on the shower, I felt Mika’s hot body heat behind me. A ripple of excitement sliced my spine as his warm breath caressed the back of my neck.

“I am healed enough, girl. Take off your nightshirt and join me.” His soft, full lips trailed over the column of my throat.

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. My knees turned to putty. His commanding words pebbled my nipples as a brutal ache clutched deep in my womb. Trembling, my blood pumped with exhilarated anticipation. My fingers fumbled at the button of my nightshirt, and I could feel the heat of his eyes as he watched me with a voracious intensity.

“Are you nervous, girl?” A sly smile spread over his mouth.

I swallowed tightly and nodded.

“Why?”

“I don’t know what you’re going to do to me.”

He nodded thoughtfully as a fire leapt in his eyes. “Why, take a shower with you, of course. You certainly don’t need to be nervous about that, do you?”

“No, Sir.” Unsure if that was all he intended, I felt vulnerable and edgy.

“Get in, my sweet. I’ll join you in a minute.”

And with that, he left the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and rolled my shoulders as the numerous showerheads massaged my body. When the shower door opened and Mika stepped in, I couldn’t stop staring. Drinking in his sculpted body, I wanted to weep at his pure, unadulterated masculine beauty. Even the clear adhesive bandage over the wicked puckered wound couldn’t diminish the absolute splendor of his physical form.

Delineated muscles rippled over every inch of his light ebony skin. Legs and arms bulged with thick, corded muscles, and I was dying to slide my tongue over every inch of his sweet milk-chocolate flesh. His heavy cock, thick and long, was framed with tight, black curls that glistened beneath droplets of water. I had a desperate urge to drop to my knees and worship it with my mouth until the end of time.

My soft whimpers echoed off the tiled walls. Swiping my tongue languidly across my bottom lip, I sucked in the plump flesh, nibbling it between my teeth. Impatient for his command, I gazed at him through thick lashes in a silent plea for that first taste of his cock.

A predatory gleam flashed through his hypnotic eyes. Taking a step closer, he raised his hands and cupped my breasts. I arched as electricity sizzled through my veins and raced to my needy clit. His broad thumb traced over each turgid peak as I gasped.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Julianna,” he growled in a hoarse, desperate tone. “I need to feel you, taste you.”

“Yes,” I murmured, melting against his hot, hard body.

Tilting my head back, he pressed an erotic kiss upon my lips. I opened for him, greedy and hungry, as I accepted his slippery warm tongue. Dizzy with the force of his virile kiss, I groaned as I devoured his mouth. I ardently tugged his bottom lip between my teeth, flicking my tongue over the sweet full flesh as I throbbed for more.

His taste alone unleashed a voracious, brazen vixen hiding inside. I couldn’t have contained her if I’d tried. Silently screaming for more, I consumed all he’d allow with a carnivorous hunger. And he allowed, oh God, how he allowed.

Separating my mouth from his, I lowered my head in desperation and sipped the beads of water from his chest. I drank my way down until I’d settled upon my knees. Brushing my lips against the broad crest of his glorious shaft, my mouth watered. Looking up, I knew he could see the urgent demand blazing in my eyes.

“Take what you want my love,” Mika permitted as his strong fingers massaged my scalp.

My heart soared as I buried my nose beneath his shaft. Deeply inhaling his masculine scent, I rubbed my mouth against his heavy, warm sac and snaked my tongue over each of the fuzzy orbs. I licked the water from his dark wiry curls then eased them into my mouth. Massaging the base of his cock with my nose, we groaned in unison as I rolled my tongue between his tightly drawn balls.

“Fuck, Julianna. You’re killing me!” His fingers gripped my saturated curls. A muffled cry bubbled in the back of my throat as my body quivered in uncontrollable tremors.

Releasing him from my mouth, slurping my saliva from his balls, I opened wide and edged my lips over his broad, glistening crest. I wedged each pulsating inch of his cock into my mouth. My pussy wept in euphoria. His sweet, tangy essence exploded over my taste buds.

Savoring the taste of my “one,” I indelibly inked his unique flavor into my soul. This was the essence I would crave day and night for all eternity. A tear of happiness melded with the water sprinkling my face as I realized this was the shaft that would claim me, own me, complete me.

Floating my tongue over the thick veins, I made love to every engorged inch as my hands cupped and massaged his sac. Slick, hot nectar poured from my tunnel and slid down my thighs while my clit throbbed and my nipples ached. With lurid swirls, I danced my tongue over his cock. I sucked until the broad crest caressed the back of my throat then swallowed, coaxing, enticing. I was anxious for him to fill my mouth and shower my throat with his milky-sweet treasure.

“Your mouth is sinful, fucking heaven.” His fingers clutched my hair as he fucked my mouth in a steady, urgent rhythm. “I’m going to scald your throat, pet. Take it, love. Drink my come.”

An ardent whimper vibrated in my throat as I swallowed the crest of his cock once again. His column swelled and a loud, primitive growl filled the room as his hot, thick treasure jettisoned down my throat. Stream after stream of his salty, slick seed ensconced my tongue as I gulped every savory spurt. His cries of uninhibited pleasure filled my ears as I laved my tongue around his jerking shaft. It was the most rapturous music I’d ever heard. Listening to his panting breaths, I licked and sucked every drop from his still erect shaft.

“Turn around and close your eyes, sweet girl.” A slow smile of pleasure curled on my lips as I lifted to my feet. Turning, I waited, anticipating how the heat of his cock would singe the entrance of my pussy. Instead, his long, strong fingers began to massage shampoo through my wet ringlet curls. His deep, erotic voice blanketed me with praise, calming the urgent sexual need that hummed through my veins.

“I don’t want to confuse you,” he murmured as he turned me to face him and began rinsing the soap from my hair. “I will claim you today as a man. Today we are lovers. Equals. I don’t want you holding back anything you feel. I will give you no commands to follow. Don’t keep any desires or needs locked inside you, love. Let them go. Show me, tell me what you want. I ache to explore you, to please the woman inside the submissive. No holding back or allowing your submissive side to take over. I want you to take your fill. Don’t get me wrong, I desire your submission. God, I crave it. But our first time together we’re simply two people exploring and fulfilling desires. You’ll want to give, it’s who you are, but I want you to take as well. Take what you want, what you need. Do you understand?”

Realizing he’d just given me carte blanche to all the carnal desires I held inside, an evil giggle escaped my throat as I nodded.

“Oh, Lord. That was a wicked little laugh. Should I be scared, love?” His brows arched as he smiled wide.

“Only if you’re afraid of enjoyment.” I winked mischievously.

“Hrmmm, you’re pretty sure of yourself, are you?”

“Oh yes, I am. Indeed I am.” Raising my hands, I wrapped my palms around his face then softly rubbed my thumb over his wide, velvet bottom lip. “I love your lips. They’re so...erotic.”

My eyes fixed on the plumpness, aching for another taste.

“Take me to bed, Mika. Make love to me, please.” I slanted my lips over his. Holding nothing back, I kissed him with a fiery passion. My fingers and palms skimmed in urgency over his hard rippling shoulders, corded arms, and tight firm ass cheeks. Memorizing each contour and bulge, I couldn’t absorb him fast enough to quench the blistering need blazing inside me. Whimpers of my hungry demand echoed off the marble walls, drowning out the resonant droning of the water.