Saving My Submission BN
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Authors: Jenna Jacob
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Saving My Submission
The
Doms
of Genesis, Book 4
Jenna Jacob
Saving My Submission
The
Doms
of
Genesis, Book 4
Jenna Jacob
Published by Jenna Jacob
Copyright 2014 Dream Words, LLC
Edited by:
Riane
Holt &
Kasi
Alexander
Cover Art by: Dee Allen
ePub
ISBN 978-0-9885445-7-4
Print ISBN 978-0-9885445-8-1
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DEDICATION
To all you,
amazing
readers who
Inspire,
Encourage,
&
Crack the
whip from time to time.
~Thank You~
As always,
To my rock, my anchor, my love… my life, Sean.
It may take
a village to raise a child,
But writing
a story takes a lot of Kleenex
and
a ton
of special friends.
Thank you
Shelley,
Pearl, Donna, Angel, Lindsey
Dee, Rhonda,
Riane
,
Kasi
, Rachel, Brea,
and
a
whole bunch more
for
your
Motivation, compassion, and love.
Joshua Lars stroked my lips with his own as if he’d
known them forever. His capable hands—those of a master sculptor—swept over my
shoulders and shoved my red Alexander McQueen dress past my hips and over my
feet to puddle on the floor. Languid and thorough, he made me feel as if I were
a masterpiece he sought to mold.
As his intoxicating scent swam in my head, he
unfastened my bra and tossed it to the floor. I hadn’t recovered before he
raked his tongue up the column of my neck. I began to tremble in erotic
anticipation.
From the time he’d pressed me up against the door of
his studio and kissed me senseless until the breathless moment we’d begun
tangling in the sheets, Joshua’s eye had darkened, now a piercing shade of
jade. His body, all sinewy and taut, hovered over mine. The muscles of his
biceps bunched, and I quivered at the feel of his steely erection that lay hot
and hard against my belly.
Wheat colored hair fell over his brow.
When I reached up to brush the strands away,
he clasped his hands around my wrists and raised them over my head, pinning me
to the mattress. As he did, a sexy smile tugged the corners of his lips. My
belly clenched.
His Dominant gesture made me catch my breath. The need
to submit surged through my veins. I hadn’t been beneath the command of a
Master for years. Still I could no longer accept this.
I struggled against his hold and tried to break free
of his grip, but he shook his head.
“Easy, Mellie.
I’m
not going to hurt you.” His voice was like aged brandy, soothing my anxiety.
“Tell me, little one, are you what I hope you are?”
His actions, his ragged whisper, put a chink in my
armor and made the burning pulse of surrender rise inside me. “What exactly is
it that you hope I am?”
“Don’t play shy. You know what I’m talking about. When
you stared at the sub statue earlier, the glow on your face aroused my
suspicions. But when you started to cry… well, it was as if you’d opened a
window to your soul. I keep catching glimpses of it, but it’s elusive; like
smoke. There one second - gone the next. It’s almost as if you’re trying to
deny your feelings.”
What.
The.
Fuck?
Out of all the men I’d been with not a
single one had ever sensed the sleeping submissive within. Yet, ninety minutes
with the renowned Joshua Lars, and his Dominant radar saw straight through my
painstakingly constructed walls.
His lips brushed mine in a feathery-light kiss. “I
want to taste your surrender.”
His words unnerved me. “I… I don’t know what you’re
talking about,” I lied. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
To throw him off my submissive scent, I arched my hips
and rubbed my pussy against his cock, aiming to coax him into a down-and-dirty,
dazzling,
wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am
night.
I could handle straight sex. Diving into BDSM waters—especially with Joshua—would
be like jumping off a cruise ship without a life vest. I didn’t need or want
the mind fuck.
Lifting my head, I tried to force him to kiss me. He
reared back with an arch of his brows. Disapproval lined his face. I’d never
have the upper hand with the man, and it should have scared the hell out of me.
Instead it turned me on even more.
This is going to be
tricky.
“Ah
ah
ah
,
play nice, pet. I won’t allow you to top me. We’re going to take the path
that’s got you so skittish because it’s the same one that has you wet and
ready.” He bent and nuzzled his lips close to my ear. “I can smell your cunt,
little one. It makes my mouth water.”
I didn’t know what to say. He pinned me with a
dissecting stare. His breath fluttered over my lips. Unable to look at him
without wanting to melt in surrender, I cast my gaze to the golden patch of
hair between his flat nipples. I couldn’t risk him seeing those submissive
parts of me I’d hidden.
“Yes, that’s the one. My, my, what a gorgeous little
thing you are.”
His low, raspy praise sent lashes of fire dancing up
my spine. It felt as if the devil himself had licked me with his scorching
tongue.
Cinching both of my wrists into one hand, he skimmed
his other down my body, pausing to roll each of my beaded nipples between his
fingers and thumb. Shards of electricity shot south and gathered behind my
already throbbing clit.
“Your safe word is
fantasy
,
because that’s what you are—a fantasy that’s been plucked straight from my
dreams.”
Lord
help
me.
The man had seduction down to a science. Combined with his potent
Dominance, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run for my life.
Desperate to keep this encounter as vanilla as
possible, I scoffed. “What the hell is a safe word?”
Joshua narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, pet. Lie
to yourself all you want, but I’ve already seen everything I need to.”
He bent and pressed his lips to mine with a kiss so
explosive it stole my breath. Surrender, like a long-lost blanket enveloped me,
and for one brief moment I didn’t care if he saw through my mask or not. The
need to please him cracked my walls, and the stroke of his demanding tongue had
my submission seeping through.
My mind was still spinning when I felt the cool tip of
his latex-shrouded cock slide between my heated folds.
“Yes,” I gasped, arching in willing compliance.
With a feral growl, Joshua thrust deep inside me as a
cry of pleasure-mixed-pain tore from my throat. Blessedly endowed, he filled
and stretched me with a captivating burn. Struggling to relax my passage he
withdrew, only to impale me once again. My packed pussy fluttered and rippled
around his shaft. A low groan of delight rolled off his tongue and vibrated
onto mine. Squeezing my wrists—almost to the point of pain—he emphasized his
control, and it sent my heart soaring.
Joshua plunged in and out of my clutching cunt in a
slow and steady rhythm. Arching to meet his thrusts, I held nothing back. The
sounds of gasps, grunts, and slapping flesh filled the room. Tearing his mouth
from mine, he gazed down at me. Sweat dotted his brow and his red swollen lips
glistened. The epitome of rugged beauty and command, Joshua drew me in even
deeper with the fiery lust dancing in his eyes.
“Are you going to be a good girl and ask for it,
little one? Beg nice and pretty for me?”
Giving a quick nod, he thrust even deeper. Crying out,
I wrapped my legs around his waist as every thick inch of him throbbed inside
me. His glorious torture was sublime. Exhaling a savage hiss, he began dragging
his bulbous crest over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow decisive
rhythm. As if orchestrating a symphony, the swell grew to a turbulent crescendo
sending lightning ricocheting through my cells. I cried out again, letting the
sinful blaze burn me alive as he unleashed his potent sexual skills.
“Harder, Joshua.
Please, fuck
me harder!” I begged.
And he did. Hard…fast… and unrelenting, like a freight
train thundering down a mountain slope. Joshua drove in frenzied thrusts as if
his life depended on it. Sweat dripped from his face, mixing with mine as our
harsh animalistic sounds echoed in the room.
Wedging a hand between us, Joshua strummed my clit
with just the right amount of pressure. My moans turned to screams, morphing
into keening pleas that he’d allow the swell to pull me under and annihilate my
blistering need.
“Now,” he bellowed. “Come for me, Mellie.”
Right on cue, as if eight years had been but
yesterday, I responded—like I’d been trained—and shattered at his command.
Rocked by the force of my powerful orgasm, dark spots formed behind my eyes.
Pounding into my channel like a man possessed, Joshua suddenly froze. Fixed
deep inside me, he let out a deafening roar before pummeling my cunt in a
torrent of erratic strokes; he followed me over.
Releasing my wrists, he dropped to his elbows. Panting,
he pressed his face against my neck. Our coupled muscles twitched and pulsed
until the sexual buzz faded. Easing from my pussy, Joshua collapsed to the bed
alongside me. Both of us covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the heady scent of
sex lay like a heavy blanket around us.
It took several long minutes before our ragged breaths
slowed and evened out, and all the while I lay staring at Joshua. His eyes were
closed and a serene, sated expression lined his face. I wanted to pinch myself.
I just had sex with
Joshua Lars.
Sex my ass! The man
fucked your brains out.
And did a righteous job of it, too.
The little voice in my head was right. No lover before
him had been capable of enticing an orgasm of
that
magnitude. Clearly, Joshua had more impressive talents besides gifted hands.
Studying the sharp features of his handsome face, his rugged jaw line and the
light blonde scruff covering his chin, I smiled. His golden hair, now dark and
wet, lay plastered to his head. Still, he looked like sin on a stick, and I’d
have no trouble whatsoever taking him on for round two.
As if reading my mind, he opened his eyes. A quirky
smile played over his lips. “Oh yeah, we definitely need to do that again, but
give me a minute. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
I laughed. “You’re not the only one, Sir.”
Sir?
Sir?
Where the fuck did that
come from?
Joshua didn’t bat an eye at my reply. Obviously, he
was accustomed to being called ‘Sir’ by someone—maybe a whole lot of
someones
. The inward prick of jealousy surprised me, but I
was more concerned at how easily the honorific ‘Sir’ had rolled off my tongue.
Unnerved, I realized that Joshua had picked the lock and opened the Pandora’s
Box of my submission. A knot of fear began to unravel, and a surge of
panic-laced adrenaline exploded through my veins. I leapt from the bed as if it
were on fire.
“Where are you going?” Shifting, he raised up on one
elbow. A quizzical expression lined his face as he watched me race around the
room.
“Bathroom,” I replied curtly. Gathering up my dress,
thong, purse, and shoes I raced away.
“Wait,” he called to me. “I thought we were going to—”
Before he could finish his sentence, I slammed the
double doors of the bathroom shut and locked them. On shaky knees, I stepped
into my dress, clutching the sink to steady myself. Catching a glimpse of my
reflection in the mirror, I froze. My lips were red and swollen. My cheeks
flushed in a ‘just fucked glow.’ Still taut, my dusky nipples tingled from all
the attention Joshua had bestowed with his fingers and teeth. The elegant
coiffured bun I’d worn to his showing was now wild and disheveled in vivid
aftermath of how his urgent hands had snarled through my mane. Outwardly, I
wore all the markings of a woman well satisfied, but gazing at my eyes, I could
see the terror stamped within. A new, more potent wave of alarm slammed through
me. I’d allowed Joshua Lars and his Dominant charm to touch me too deeply.
“Jesus, Mellie. What the fuck are you doing? Get your
shit together and get the hell out of here,” I mumbled to my reflection in the
mirror.
Stepping into my thong, I grabbed my purse and pulled
out my cell phone. Scrolling an online search engine as I tugged the tiny scrap
of material to my knees, I dialed the number of a local cab company. Tucking
the phone against my shoulder, I fumbled through my beaded clutch plucking out
the invitation as a gruff man answered. Rattling off the address, I swiftly
ended the call, shoved everything back in my purse, and finished yanking up the
thong still abandoned at my knees.
A thunderous knock landed on the other side of the
door. Jumping, I yelped in surprise.
”Mellie, open up,” Joshua demanded.
“Just a sec,” I called out, my voice cracking with
anxiety.
“Mellie?” he pounded once again. “Don’t make me break
this fucking door down. We need to talk.”
Talk? Oh hell, no.
There was absolutely nothing I wanted to say to the man.
“Open. Up.
Now.”
I bit back a whimper.
Shit!
Why did he have to use that imposing Dom voice, now?
“Okay,” I snapped. Cursing under my breath, I chided
myself for letting him awaken my dormant submissive longings.
Slipping on my fiery red stilettos, I yanked the door
open and instantly wished I’d kept the sucker shut. Joshua stared down at me
wearing nothing but his black tuxedo pants and a nipple-hardening scowl. His
commanding mien nearly took me out at the knees.
When he opened his mouth to speak, I raised my hand
and pushed past him, surprising him into silence.
“Thanks for a wonderful time, Joshua. I had fun.” The
tone of my voice was so
dismissive,
I couldn’t help
but cringe inside. I couldn’t even look at him.
Coward.
Plucking a business card from my
purse, I held it out to him. “If you’re ever in Phoenix, give me a call.”
When he didn’t take the card or utter a single word, I
looked up at him. Both brows were arched in disbelief, and his eyes were
steeped in ‘Dominant censure.’ Yes, the man had
that
look perfected, which further fueled the riot of panic inside me. He wasn’t
happy. The barbs of shame for displeasing him pricked at the sub inside. She
all but screamed to fall at his feet and beg his forgiveness—while the
pragmatic parts of me wanted to reach up and slap him across the face for
breathing life back into the woman I’d put to death.
“Really?
You’re actually
going to tear out of here like your ass is on fire and not tell me what’s
wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s time for me to go.”
