by Jenna Jacob
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 fr
om 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.
His hands were as frantic as mine. Thick fingers tugged my nipple rings, massaged my breasts, and plucked each aching peak. Tearing his mouth from mine, his tongue lashed each pebbled, cranberry-colored nipple. Gripping my nipple rings between his teeth, he gave a solid tug on each silver sphere. Arching my back, I cried out in delight.
The heavy, musky scent of arousal infused the steamy mist. Uninhibited and desperate, I reached between my legs, stroking my needful clit as I rolled my hips against his.
“Do you want to explode for me here, love, or on the bed with my tongue driving deep in your wicked cunt?” Growling, he plunged two fingers inside my empty, fluttering pussy.
I cried out a garbled answer and launched my head back as my muscles clamped around his embedded fingers. My hips pumped a furious beat against his hands.
“Look at me, baby. Look into my eyes. I need to watch you shatter.”
Forcing my heavy lids open, I was met with sparkling approval reflecting in his eyes and a feral smile curling on his lips. My body buzzed as a familiar tingle spread down my legs and up my spine. Fire burned and pooled deep in my womb. Hovering on the brink of orgasm, I waited for his command, his permission to plummet over the edge. I begged him with my eyes to grant the free fall into orgasmic bliss. Panic melded with demand when I realized he had no intention of verbally sanctioning my release.
“Please, Mika, please,” I gasped, begging for his instruction. “Help me.”
“What do you need, precious?” Taunting fingers full of command danced and scissored inside my clutching tunnel.
“Permission,” I wailed as tears stung my eyes.
“Oh, darling girl. You’ve not allowed yourself to come without a directive? Can you not slip over the edge without permission, my love?”
Frantically in need, I shook my head no as a pitiful whimper filled the air. “Please. Give me your permission.”
“And if I don’t? If I withhold one word, you’ll be stranded right where you are? Caught between ecstasy and misery?”
“Please no. Please don’t torture me,” I begged, panic stricken.
Then without warning, he slid his fingers from my core.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
My eyes flashed wide. “No. No. No.” I moaned, thrusting my hips into the air as he turned off the shower and gathered a soft, fluffy towel. Unable to speak in the throes of frenzied deprivation, my mind raced in fear.
He couldn’t leave me on the cusp like this. It was inhuman. What happened to taking what I want and need? I needed a fucking orgasm. Surely he wasn’t going to leave me like this, was he? I wanted to scream and claw at him, to pound on his steely chest and demand he put me out of my misery. Yet all I could do was undulate and whimper.
“Shhh,” he whispered as he wrapped the towel around me. “We’re going to the bedroom. I’ll help you, pet, but you’ll achieve your release without my permission.”
“I can’t,” I cried, on the verge of hysteria. Tears slid down my cheeks.
“Yes you can, gorgeous. You just haven’t done it in a long time. There’s a line inside you between woman and submissive. Today you’re going to find it for me. I want you to realize how much power you possess before I accept it, take it from you. Show me the degree of entitlement you’re going to hand over to me when I claim you as mine.”
“Mika, I can’t. I swear, I can’t do it. You have to say the words. You have to tell me to come. You...you can’t leave me like this. Please. Help me.”
“Trust me, precious. Just trust me,” he soothed as he led me out of the bathroom and to the bed. “Relax. Let me take care of you. On your back, sweetheart. Spread your legs wide for me.”
Mika climbed between my splayed legs, pulling the towel away. His warm breath caressed my thighs. A violent shudder rippled through my body as I looked down, watching his full brown lips sprinkle tender kisses over my alabaster flesh. My skin was alive. Every nerve ending burned with intense sensitivity. The softness of his lips combined with the scratchy stubble of his face caused my hips to arch in demand.
His eyes were fixed on my sex. “Your glistening cream is pouring out like a waterfall. Do you always get this wet or is this something special for me?”
“You, because of you,” I mewled as his wet, pink tongue took a slow glide over his bottom lip.
“Then I think I’ll need to lick it up, if it’s all for me.” A lurid smile curled on his mouth as he gave me a playful wink.
Arching as his mouth devoured my swollen, aching center, our cries of mutual delight melded together in a primitive call of carnal magic. Within seconds, I had soared back to the precipice of orgasm beneath his masterful tongue. His fingers plunged inside me, stretching me, filling me. I soared so high I could almost touch the stars flashing behind my eyes. My low guttural moans grew to desperate, frantic screams as I writhed and thrashed beneath his assault.
“Please. Please,” I panted, begging in a delirious fog.
“You know what to do, Julianna,” he growled.
“Help me.”
“Show me, love. You can do this.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I know you can.”
“Please. Oh, God. Please, Mika. Please just say it.” I screamed.
“It’s all up to you, love.”
I started to cry as I looked down into his passion-filled eyes. I was failing him.
Frustration overwhelmed me, and I dug my heels into the mattress and crawled away from his skilled tongue and decadent fingers. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I clutched my thighs together. Hiding my head beneath my arms, I sobbed in misery.
His strong, warm arms were around me in seconds.
“Shhh, baby. Don’t cry. You can do this. I know you can. I wouldn’t take you to the edge and just leave you there. Come back to me.”
“I can’t. I can’t do it myself.”
Cradling my face in his hands, he forced me to look at him. “Give it one more try. Let me take you to the edge, and if you can’t go over without me, I’ll give you the command. I promise. Shhhh, don’t cry. This isn’t supposed to be hurtful. I want this to be beautiful. I want you to feel the love I have in my heart for you, baby. Release your will, my sweet, and give yourself permission.”
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sp; “I’m sorry Mika.” I sniffed. “I’m not trying to fail you. It’s just that I haven’t released without permission for years. I’ve forgotten how.”
“You’ve never failed me, love, and I doubt you ever will. Be patient. Let me reteach you, baby.” Mika wiped the tears from my eyes, and with my essence coating his lips, pressed his mouth to mine.
Unfurling myself, clinging to his hard body, I melted against his broad chest. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I devoured his lips and tongue while his hard, thick shaft prodded against my tingling cleft. I was desperate to feel him driving deep into my aching core.
As if sensing my fervid level of need, urgency consumed him. His broad hands careened over my breasts and gripped my supple flesh while his thumbs and fingers pinched and tormented my taut nipples.
Sliding down my body, he spread my thighs wide and abraded my distended clit. Shudders of pleasure raced through my body as I rocked against his fingers. He stopped for a brief moment and sheathed his cock in latex then centered his enormous, delicious brim between my slippery folds.
“Oh God, Mika!” I cried as he eased the thick-crested tip inside my fluttering core. He stretched the sensitive skin as a delicious burn spread through me, filling me one glorious, agonizing inch at a time.
“Let me in, baby. You’re so fucking tight. Relax around me. I’ll be gentle,” he coaxed, stilling to allow my narrow opening to accommodate his ample width.
Capturing my breast in his mouth, he sucked, nipped, and laved his tongue over my turgid nipple, tugging on the silver ring. Wrapping his hand in my riotous curls, he didn’t yank or pull, but instead teased with a scarce, tormenting tug. It was enough. My walls relaxed and ceded, allowing more of his engorged shaft to squeeze through.