Embracing My Submission (34 page)

“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 combined 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.

My Master.

My Master!

Hammering into my searing ass with unmerciful thrusts, his fingers plucked upon my clit like a fine-honed violin. My sobs soon turned to cries of rapture as he drew me to a height I’d never thought possible. Grunting with each thrust, his fractured words of praise tangled with my screams, a haunting melody of confirmation. Validation. Ownership.

Pain swirled into pleasure so enormous I was powerless to stop it. Pleasure mixed with panic threatened to swallow me whole.

“Please, Master! I can’t...” I screamed as my limbs tingled and grew numb, terrified, knowing I was only a matter of seconds away from shattering.

“Now. Come hard for me slave,” he roared in command. Fingers dug into my hips as he launched his cock like a piston, in and out of my quivering hole.

Bursts of multi-colored lights blinded me as I plunged headlong into the swelling abyss. Tumbling and falling in a spectacular prism of color, I splintered.

Ripped apart at the seams, I disintegrated.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, my pussy and ass contracted and seized around his cock. I succumbed to the blinding explosion. Spasms wracked my body as I thrust back against him, matching in ruthless abandon his every lunge.

“Mine!” Mika screamed in feral declaration as his molten seed erupted.

His scalding shower singed my virgin walls while his ferocious cries melded with mine. As he emptied into me, I could feel the unconditional love of his heart and soul thread through me, weaving me to him for all time.

My body hummed with a palpable current. My pussy and ass continued to flutter and contract in powerful aftershocks. With his cock still buried deep in my ass, he stilled his hips as his fingers lovingly danced down my spine.

An unfamiliar warmth filled my soul, much different from the usual sated exhaustion following sex. A languid peacefulness, like a blanket of serenity, settled over me. No chaos cluttered my mind. No fears seeped into the recesses. Just a placid tranquility enveloping me.

I had been claimed.

The gnawing ache inside to be owned had at last been sated. Filled. Tears stung my eyes. I felt complete and safe with him surrounding me.

Mika slowly withdrew from my quivering passage. My shoulders slumped to the bed as I sobbed. My ass was still posed in the air with my hands still spreading my cheeks open for him as I buried my face in the sheet and wept.

Mika moved my hands away from my ass and gently tugged my legs from under me. Lying flat on the bed, his hot body covered me and with a gentle touch, his fingers brushed the ringlet curls from my face.

“Talk to me, pet. Did I hurt you?” There was a note of fear in his voice.

“No, Master.” I sniffed as I tried to stem the flow of tears. “You were loving, like you said. You...you...prepared me. It didn’t hur...hurt. I just feel small and fragile.”

“Awww, pet. Come. Let me hold you.”

He wrapped me in his steely arms, repositioned himself and lifted me onto his lap as he sat upon the bed. “You were spectacular, love, far more than I could have imagined. I love you. I love you so much. We are bound together now, precious, for all time. You’ve made all my dreams come true, Julianna.”

“I love you Master. I love you Mika. Dreams,” I nodded with a slow, sated smile. “They really do come true.”

After long minutes wrapped safely in his arms, he stood. My head lolled against his hard chest as he made his way toward the spacious bathroom opposite the bed.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I thought I was supposed to care for you,” I murmured as the delicious warm water cascaded over my still-throbbing flesh. Clutching the loofa and citrus shower gel, Mika began slathering suds over my breasts.

“Not yet, pet. My job isn’t done yet. I need to take care of you. Then after you’re totally spent and near coma from all the demands I plan to make on your succulent body, I’ll shroud you in even more aftercare.”

Issuing a soft sigh, I closed my eyes and savored the touch of his broad, strong hands sliding effortlessly over my body.

“Mmm, that feels so good. I love you, Mika.” I moaned when his fingers massaged shampoo into my scalp.

With a feral growl, he tightly gripped my hair. Slanting his lips over mine, he plunged his tongue into my mouth with an urgent, demanding kiss. I took everything he gave with a greedy moan. His hot cock was hard and ardent, pressing against my stomach. The man was a machine, not that I was complaining. His kiss alone rekindled a carnal fire and my clit throbbed, yet again, in need. How was it possible? He’d just given me the most explosive orgasm of my life, yet I craved more. Mika was an irresistible drug, and I was a strung-out junkie so addicted I would forever reject detox.