Embracing My Submission (32 page)

“I love to hear you beg, my sweet insatiable slut.” His deep voice purred in my ear as his tongue swiped a languid trail down my throat. Shivering, I tilted my head, trying to steal a kiss from his sinful lips. He shook his head and exerted a tiny tug on my hair, then guided my head back to observe the sessions being played out. “Watch, sweet girl. Watch and simmer for me.”

Dahlia was suspended in the air, her limbs in chains. Master George’s firm hands held her hips as his mouth devoured her pussy. The chains clanked and clattered as she bucked beneath his ministrations. I squirmed, watching and wishing Mika would slide his fingers beneath my skirt and stroke my aching, wet clit.

“Would you like to be suspended with my tongue buried deep inside your center?”

Drawing in a needful gasp, I nodded and squeezed Mika’s strong thighs.

“You’re wet, love. I can smell the spice of your sweet cunt and almost taste your flavor on my tongue.”

“Mika,” I lamented as I tried to turn toward him.

He placed his hands upon my head and forced me to continue watching. “It’s Master to you, girl. Don’t forget that.”

Frustrated and edgy, I arched my butt against him, rumbling in a low growl. His guttural laugh at my lamenting made me ache for him all the more.

Observing the interactions had never affected me the way it now did. Before my focus was centered on finding my contentment, to a small extent, by watching as others fulfilled their needs. But now I wanted, no, I smoldered to receive every conceivable torture-filled pleasure I watched unfolding before my eyes. And I was certain Mika could conjure a few more interesting scenarios in his sadistic mind.

My nipples ached, my clit throbbed, and my folds were thoroughly saturated. No wonder he could smell me—I was flowing like a damn river.

I jerked my head in the direction of a snapping whip. Lady Ivory was arching the leather tail high into the air, flicking it with a delicate but demanding snap of the wrist. The repercussion cut through the air in a sizzling declaration of power. Dark Desire’s buttocks were nicely reddened, and a shiver rippled down my spine as she snapped the popper over his crimson ass. Tiny red welts appeared with each swipe of the whip’s tip. Moaning, I could almost feel every delicious bite. More nectar spilled from my folds, moistening the tops of my thighs. The image of Mika lashing me as I stood stretched upon the cross filled me with savage longing. I was so focused on the pair, I hadn’t realized Nick, Dylan, and Savannah were standing next to us.

“Nick! Good to see you again, man.” Mika’s deep, jovial voice brought me back from the fringes of fantasy. “Dylan, how are you doing, brother?”

“I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you up and about, dude.” Nick smiled as Dylan nodded in agreement, and the men shook hands. “And Emerald, you look delicious as always.”

“Doesn’t she though?” Dylan piped in with a warm smile.

“Thank you Sirs.” I smiled nervously then quickly looked at Savannah.

“May I, Sir’s?” Savannah asked with a timid arch of her brow.

“You may ask Mika’s permission, my love.” Dylan nodded.

“May I please have permission to give Emerald a hug, Mika, Sir?” she asked in a shy voice.

“Of course, dear.” Mika gently rolled his hips forward, grinding his hardness against me as if I needed any reminders that his incredible cock was hard, hot, and ready. It was all I could fantasize about. As I began to stand, he gripped my hips, holding me tightly to the barstool.

“You’ll stay right where you are, girl,” Mika whispered. “Savannah can reach you just fine.”

Of course Mika didn’t want me to move. My ass was shielding his wicked thick erection. I wanted to laugh, but smiled instead and opened my arms, accepting the warm tight hug Savannah offered. Her soft breasts pressed against my painful nipples. Her innocent caress was blessed heaven. She had no idea she was sending shards of delight down my spine and centering them on the blazing knot between my dripping folds. Grudgingly I released her, wishing I could focus on something other than my own gnawing hunger.

“I’m so glad you’re back, sis. I can’t begin to tell you how much I missed you,” Savannah confessed as she pulled away.

“It’s wonderful to be back. I’ve missed our girl talks
so
much.” Suddenly it dawned on me. Nick and Dylan already knew Mika. I looked at Mika and then back at Nick and Dylan. “So you already knew Mika owned Genesis, Sirs?”

“Yes.” Nick smiled broadly. Damn, but he was a gorgeous man. He was a tall Native American with long, blue-black hair that hung past his shoulders. Of course he wasn’t as handsome as Mika, but he was definitely easy on the eyes. And Dylan was no slouch either. He was shorter with sandy-blond hair and warm blue eyes. Savannah couldn’t want for sexier, more rugged men. The lucky wench had two.

“We’re in construction,” Dylan announced with pride.

“They built my house, love.” Mika smiled. “I designed the plans, and Nick and Dylan built it. Or rather their company did.”

“It’s phenomenal.”

“Thank you.” Nick smiled with a hint of pride.

“Hey, when you feel up to it, we’d love to have you both over for dinner,” Dylan chimed in. “Savannah is an awesome cook.”

“We’d like that very much.” Mika nodded as Savannah blushed.

“Just let us know what night works for you. We’re going to head on home now and finish what we started here,” Nick announced with a wolfish grin. Savannah’s eyes lit up in delight as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Dylan growled and smacked her on the butt.

“You guys have a fun night.” Mika chuckled.

“Thanks. You, too.” The matching smiles on Nick’s and Dylan’s mouths were almost comical.

As they walked away, I turned to Mika. “When can we go home, Master?”

Mika laughed, rich and deep. “When I say we can, girl. Why? You’re not enjoying yourself here tonight?”

His eyes twinkled, adding to my torment. Raising my brows and pursing my lips in stubborn rebellion, I shook my head.

“Oh precious, that look will get you nowhere. Weren’t you begging moments ago? I much prefer that over such a disgruntled look. Besides, once you find out what I have in store for you when we get home, you might decide sitting here simmering isn’t a bad choice.”

“What do you have planned, Master?” I asked, looking at the feral gleam in his sexy eyes.

Moving his mouth close to my ear, I shivered as he lightly outlined the shell with his warm, slick tongue. “I’m going to claim your virgin ass tonight, love.” His tone was so carnal and sinfully decadent, I gasped and my eyes flew open wide.

Before I could respond, Drake and Trevor appeared. I swallowed multiple times before I could even think of speaking. My face blazed, and I knew I was like a blushing virgin on her wedding night. Well, in a way I was that virgin, or at least my ass was. Lowering my head, I inhaled several deep breaths, attempting to calm my racing heart. I had no intention of confessing to Drake, my brotherly former mentor, that Mika planned to deflower my ass. Okay, so confessing that tidbit to a gay man was no big deal, at least not to him, but for me it was far more information than I wanted to share.

“Still so anxious to leave pet?” Mika taunted.

“No. I’m fine.” I choked out.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“You’re not leaving already are you, Sir?” Trevor gasped.

“Well, actually Emerald’s been dying to go home but has suddenly changed her mind. For some strange reason she’s not quite as anxious, are you, love?”

“No,” I growled unsubmissively.

Mika’s brows raised in warning. “Tone? You give me that tone after I told you what I have planned for you later?”

“What are you getting later, sis?” Trevor giggled. “Is it something I’d enjoy?”

I couldn’t help but laugh wildly and nod my head.

“Oh no doubt you’d enjoy it, Trevor my boy.” Mika chuckled. “In fact, I’ve seen you receive that particular pleasure on many occasions, and you don’t enjoy it, you fucking love it.”

“Oh, sis. You’re gonna get some nasty butt lovin’ tonight, aren’t you?”

“Trevor!” I hissed in mortification.

“What?” he asked with a mimicked tone and wide, innocent eyes.

“Daddy Drake, don’t you have a ball gag for this mouthy boy of yours?” I asked in exasperation.

“I think Mika will agree that Trevor’s not the only one who desperately needs a ball gag, my sweet.” Drake grinned with a wicked smile.

“Oh, do you need any help, Mika, Sir? I’d gladly help, or hell, just watching would be fun too.” Trevor giggled, licking his lips.

“Trevor, I swear to God, I’m going to pinch your balls off,” I threatened.

“I’m sure you’d enjoy watching dear boy, but no. I’m keeping her all to myself. Forever.” He turned and looked at me with a look of warning. “And you, my pet. You’ll do no such thing to Trevor. I remember how sweet your delicate wrists looked that night outside my office, locked up in those shiny cuffs,” Mika growled against my neck. His lips nibbled on my erratic throbbing pulse point.

“Master,” I whimpered, in a pitiful mewl.

“Want the keys to my room?” Drake offered with a sly wink.

“No. I’m going to deflower her sweet virgin ass at home.” Mika spoke nonchalantly as if his plans were an everyday occurrence. Didn’t he realize I was scared half out of my mind? His enormous cock was going to split me in two.

“Deflower?” Drake asked with confusion as his smile instantly faded.

“Yes.”

“But didn’t Nelson...” Drake didn’t finish his thought. He simply swore under his breath.

“No. He didn’t. And I don’t want to talk about him or the other thing anymore.” In bold feigned courage, I set my chin, attempting to shield my embarrassment of not been worthy to be claimed in the usual slave fashion.

“Inept, fucker!” Drake muttered.

“Thankfully, he left me a very special gift,” Mika boasted with pride. “And whether you want to discuss it or not, your ass will be properly claimed tonight, girl.” His voice held a hint of reprimand, but more so, a promise of tenderness and love. Suddenly I wasn’t
as
afraid of his big, thick cock invading my tiny virgin orifice.

“Well, I intend to deliver a hard, thick reminder straight down Trevor’s throat for cursing earlier,” Drake announced, his voice thick with lust.

“Mmmm,” Trevor purred.

“You think that now, boy. Trust me. I can make it less than enjoyable for you.”

“You never do, Daddy. Even fast, hard, and rough, I love the taste and the feel of your cock,” Trevor gushed with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow? We’ll throw some steaks on the grill and then adjourn to the dungeon for a nice long night of play with our respective slaves.” Mika grinned at Drake.

“Will do, man. Thanks.” The two men shook hands then Drake softly kissed my cheek.

“Make sure you take a video, Master Mika. I’d love to see Emerald lose her virginity!” Trevor giggled.

“Trevor,” I cried in a terse whisper. “Shut. Up.”

“You’ll do just fine, baby,” Drake whispered in my ear then wrapped his burly fist in Trevor’s silky blond mane. “Don’t get too excited yet, boy. You have no idea what I plan to do before I make you gag on my cock.”

Drake led a whimpering Trevor toward his private room.

“I’m sorry, love,” Mika confessed.

Jerking my head back to look at him, my brows drew together in confusion. “For what?”

“For what, girl?”

“What are you sorry for, Master?” I amended in quick order.

“For announcing to Drake and Trevor that your ass had not been claimed. That was something I should have kept between us. I assumed Drake knew.”

“It’s okay, Master. Drake never asked, and I never volunteered. I should have, but it wasn’t something Drake was going to claim, well not personally, anyway. But thank you for being concerned about my feelings, Master.”

“I’m always concerned, girl. Don’t ever forget that.” Slanting his velvety full lips over mine, he consumed me in a fervent claim. His hot slick tongue plunged deep into my mouth. I whimpered and opened for him as our tongues swirled in urgency.

His cock jerked against my ass as his hand caressed the column of my throat. Pulling away from me, his teeth captured my lower lip and tugged. “We’re leaving now.”

Within minutes, Mika’s big black Escalade was racing down the street. My mind filled with questions and fears. I swallowed my growing anxiety and nibbled my bottom lip. Neither of us said a word. Mika seemed focused on the road while my mind flittered with burgeoning anxiety.

“Is it going to hurt, Master?” I whispered softly.

Mika smiled then slowed the Escalade to the shoulder of the road.

“Come here,” he ordered as he unfastened his seat belt and turned semi-sideways in his seat, his arms held open wide for me.

Following his directive, I unbuckled and slid onto his lap.

“Do you know what you just did?”

I shook my head as I looked at the proud smile curled on his full lips.

“You just made me the happiest man on the planet,” he beamed as he kissed me soundly. “You stopped stewing on your worry and shared it with me. Thank you, precious.”