Resisting My Submission

by Jenna Jacob

  “I can give my notice at the club and find a respectable job, too.”

  “No. I want you to keep doing what you love, surrounded by people who love you.” He slapped me on the ass as a hungry fire leapt in his eyes. “Get in the bathroom and get ready for the sub meeting before I change my mind and tie you to the bed, slave.”

  “Do I get to vote on which I’d rather do?”

  “No, you don’t, my sweet slut. Now, get moving.” He grinned.

  An hour later, I sat with the other subs of the club while Max and the Doms gathered at the bar.

  “Today’s topic is sub-drop. Has anyone here ever experienced it?” Julianna asked. Several raised their hands, including me. “Wow, that’s a lot. Okay, does anyone want to share what that was like for you?”

  “I will,” I volunteered. “It happened with my former Master. We’d gone to a new club and played hard. I was still sailing on endorphins when we went to bed, but the next morning, I woke up and started crying. I cried…for hours. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I’d been given tons of aftercare, so I knew that wasn’t the issue. So Desmond sat me down and we started dissecting my bizarre emotions.”

  “It happened that way with me, too,” Woody stated.

  “Not me. I turned into a defensive asshole.” Peanut cringed.

  “Did you ever discover what triggered your drop, Samantha?” Julianna asked.

  “Sort of, but we didn’t recreate the situation again to know for sure. We’d gone to a new club in New York. The place was small and packed with people. They were literally standing in line to use the stations. When it was our turn, Desmond didn’t warm me up the way he usually did. Though I sailed off into subspace fast, he pulled me out quickly. I’d been fine during the endorphin rush, but when it wore off, I crashed. Hard. He held me as I cried and apologized and promised we’d never visit that club again. And we didn’t.”

  “Ah, that makes sense,” Julianna stated. “I can imagine it freaked you both out.”

  I nodded, noticing that the room had grown incredibly hot. As some of the other subs began telling their experience with sub-drop, a dull, aching pain began throbbing low in my stomach. I thought I might have to throw up again.

  “Excuse me,” I interrupted. “I’ll be right back. I need to hit the ladies’ room.”

  When I stood, Liz’s eyes grew wide. She jumped from her seat and grabbed me by the arm. Cindy vaulted up next as several subs gasped.

  “Sam. Max!” Cindy cried.

  They were visibly shaken, and their worried expressions sent a wave of panic blasting through me.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. Looking down, I saw the stain of red blood on my white yoga pants.

  “Oh, god!” I cried. “My baby! My baby! Master!”

  “Baby? You’re pregnant, too? Oh, shit,” Julianna’s voice trembled with fear.

  “Oh, god. No!” Max wailed in terror as he stared at the blood between my legs.

  “I need you to lie still on the floor for me,” Brooks calmly explained.

  Before I could even bend my knees, Max lifted me into his arms and gently placed me on the ground. I began to shiver, partly because of the cold tile beneath me but mostly from the horror consuming me.

  “Please, don’t let me lose this baby,” I begged, staring into the doctor’s eyes.

  “I need you to relax, Samantha. Take some deep breaths for me.” Brooks turned toward the crowd now gathered around me. “I need some clean sheets, towels, surgical gloves, lube, and several blankets.”

  Like a bullet, Julianna and Mika both took off running.

  “I’m scared,” I whispered to Max. He’d gone pale and tears welled in his eyes.

  “I know. I am, too love. But try to calm down and breathe. Okay?” I nodded and tried to drink in his soothing words. “Close your eyes and relax. I’m right here by your side.”

  “You’re doing well,” Brooks murmured. “Are you experiencing any pain?”

  “No. Not now. Earlier I felt a little, but it’s gone.” My eyes flew open wide as a new wave of dread pulled me under. “I didn’t lose the baby already, did I?”

  “I don’t know yet, sweetheart. Just calm down,” Brooks gently urged.

  Mika and Julianna returned with their arms filled. Brooks eased me onto my side and placed a couple sheets beneath me. He tucked several of the blankets around my trembling body.

  “I’m going to take your pants off and check you, Samantha.”

  “Okay.” I nodded, staring into Max’s shimmering eyes. I was trying to draw strength from him, but he looked as scared and worried as I felt.

  “Everyone move to the bar. Let’s give them some privacy here,” Mika instructed as the Doms and subs moved away. Only Cindy, Liz, Brooks, Max, and I remained.

  “Bend your knees for me and spread your legs, Sam,” Brooks instructed.

  The cold lube on his invading fingers made me gasp.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. I know this isn’t the least bit comfortable for you.” The doctor’s voice was low and calm as he drove his fingers in deeper and pressed on the outside of my stomach. “Ah,” he smiled. “There you are.”

  “What? Do you feel the baby?”

  “Yes. He’s still in there. I think you’re merely spotting,” Brooks explained. A wave of relief sang through me as Max released a mighty exhale.

  “He’s still in there.” He smiled.

  “She,” I corrected in a trembling voice.

  “We’re going to get you to the hospital so I can do an ultrasound…check things out a bit further. Just to be on the safe side.”

  “I’ll call an ambulance,” Liz announced before racing toward the bar.

  “Wait,” I called out, but she was already gone. “Can’t Master drive me instead?”

  Brooks shook his head, pulled off his glove, and tucked the covers around my legs.

  I knew then, either I wasn’t out of the woods and could still lose the baby or the doctor was simply being overly cautious. Either way, I wasn’t going to argue.

  “I’m riding with you,” Max assured. “and holding your hand the whole way.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” He brushed a gentle kiss over my lips.

  James and Ian trailed behind Liz as she hurried back toward us.

  “If you want to give me the keys to your truck, Max, Ian and I will follow the ambulance and leave it at the hospital for you,” James offered.

  “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Max dug his keys out of the pocket of his jeans and tossed them to the Dom.

  The seconds dragged on like hours before I heard a siren in the distance. Of course, it could have been a cop, but I knew in my gut it was my ride coming. As the EMTs loaded me up, Brooks squeezed my hand.

  “I’m taking off now so I can get scrubbed up before you arrive. I’ll see you soon. Just stay calm for me. All right?”

  “I’ll do my best. Thank you, Sam.”

  Staying true to his word, Max held my hand and tried his best to keep me calm as the ambulance, with sirens wailing, sped toward the hospital. One of the EMTs checked everything from my blood pressure to my heart rate, lobbing questions about pain and checking beneath the blanket to see if I was still bleeding. All the while terror thrummed through me.

  “Looking good. Hang tight.” The young man smiled. “We’re only a minute or two away.”

  I was aware the ambulance was flying, yet everything around me appeared to move in slow motion. Locked in his own fear, Max was too quiet. But the feel of his sturdy fingers threaded through mine felt like an anchor. I clung to him, drinking in his strength and safety.

  Brooks and Cindy were both waiting for me when they wheeled me into the ER. When one of the nurses on duty tried to escort Max to the waiting room, I thought his head was going to explode.

  “You’re wasting your breath,” he told the nurse. “I’m not leaving her side.”

  “I need him to stay with me.” I played on the woman’s sympa
thy, knowing I’d likely fall apart without him there.

  Cindy assured her co-worker that Max could say. With a nod, the nurse left.

  Brooks spread a dollop of lube on my abdomen before holding up a plastic square. “This is a fetal Doppler device. We’ll be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat.”

  Though his bedside manner was cool and collected, I didn’t miss the split-second glance between the doctor and his sub nurse, Cindy. The moment of truth was here.

  As he glided the monitor over my stomach, I held my breath. Then I heard a soft swishing noise. Both he and Cindy broke out with wide smiles as Brooks turned up the volume on the device. The echo of the baby’s heartbeat was music to my ears. Max squeezed my hand and wiped a tear from his cheek with the other as I lay sobbing in relief.

  “That’s the best sound I’ve heard all day,” Brooks chuckled.

  “Me, too,” Cindy sniffed before hugging me tightly.

  “I still want the sonogram,” Brooks began. “In light of your spotting, we’re going to hold off on the amniocentesis for a few more months. I don’t want to do anything invasive to this little guy for a while.”

  “Little girl,” I corrected once more with a watery laugh.

  “Well, if it is a girl, I guess we could name her Julius Maximus, and call her Julie for short,” Max teased.

  “No way. Our daughter is going to dress in pink and purple ribbons and lace, not gladiator wear,” I scoffed.

  “Baby, I don’t care if it’s a girl or a boy,” Max murmured against my lips. “I just want momma and baby to be healthy.”

  “That’s all I want, besides you, too.” I kissed him with all the love in my heart.

  We both breathed out a sigh of relief when the results of the sonogram came back perfectly fine. But Brooks put me on bed rest for a week, which was not fine at all.

  By day four, I was so bored out of my head that I was nearly climbing the walls. Though I’d all but demanded he go, Max postponed his job interview to wait on me hand and foot. While the former Domme in me would have basked in the attention, I felt as if Max had collared an invalid. I sorely lacked in providing him an ounce of submission.

  It was vital that I rest so our baby could grow healthy and strong, but the need to give myself over to Max, to surrender to his command, rode me hard.

  It was a void I couldn’t fill.

  Blaming my funk on fluctuating hormones—the ones Brooks had warned me about—I decided to give myself five minutes to grieve the fulfillment I couldn’t give Max. After the time limit was up, I was going to hike up my big-girl panties and toss away my futile feelings of ineptness.

  As Murphy’s Law would have it, Max entered the bedroom carrying my lunch on a tray three and a half minutes into my sob-fest. Fear filled his eyes as he lowered the salver to the dresser and rushed to the bed.

  “What’s wrong? Are you spotting again?”

  “No,” I wailed.

  “Then what is it? What’s wrong, Sam?” He all but barked the questions.

  “I-I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?” His forehead wrinkled as his brows slashed in confusion.

  “For being such a shitty slave,” I blubbered.

  He looked at me like I’d completely gone off the deep end for three solid seconds before his expression softened and he dragged me into his arms.

  “Baby, you are not a shitty slave. You’re doing exactly what I ordered you to do the day we came home from the hospital. Stay in bed and rest.”

  “I know, but I’m bored and…aw, shit. I sound like a spoiled brat ’cause I can’t have my way. I’m sorry.”

  I felt his body shake in silent laughter. It only made me cry harder.

  “You need a hard hand across your ass, girl,” Max growled.

  “I do, but…you won’t give it to me, because I have to lie in this stupid bed.” I angrily wiped the tears from my cheeks and huffed. “I loathe these out-of-control hormones. How do pregnant women keep from going stark raving mad?”

  Suddenly, Max stood and shucked off his pants. His eyes blazed with heat and that luscious command I’d so desperately missed.

  “What are you doing? You know we can’t make love for another three days.”

  “I’m not interested in filling your cunt, girl,” Max snapped. “Your mouth will do nicely for now.”

  A rolling ripple of heat careened through me. My tears evaporated as Max fisted his cock and strode toward the bed.

  “On your back, slave,” he commanded in a low, raspy voice.

  I complied as a blanket of peace slowly settled over me. Max climbed onto the mattress and straddled my chest. I stared up into his emerald eyes and sent him a weak smile.

  “Thank you, Master. Thank you for always knowing what I need.”

  “Raise your arms above your head, gorgeous.” His soft smile faded as a wicked grin replaced it. “Now open your mouth and suck your Master’s cock so my seed can scald your throat and warm your belly long after I wear out your soft, pretty tongue.”

  Staring at his bulbous crest, dripping in need, I opened wide and moaned as Max fed inch after delicious, hot inch past my lips. Each swirl of my tongue and guttural groan that rumbled from his chest sent the tension of longing inside me to uncoil and fall silently away. Surrendering to this amazing man filled me with peace of mind, peace of heart, and an unequivocal peace of soul.

  I’d foolishly tried to deny myself this unparalleled fulfillment. If not for the persistence of my strong, intuitive, and glorious Master, I’d still be trapped inside a cage and resisting my submission.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  USA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.

  A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her alpha-hunk husband live in Kansas. She loves reading, getting away from the city on the back of a Harley, music, camping, and cooking.

  Meet her wild and wicked fictional family in Jenna’s sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Become spellbound by searing triple love connections in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella La Pearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts and heal their scars to discover unbridled love and devotion in her contemporary series: Passionate Hearts. Or laugh along as Jenna lets her zany sense of humor and lack of filter run free in the romantic comedy series: Hotties of Haven.

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  OTHER TITLES BY JENNA JACOB

  The Doms of Genesis Series

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  Masters of My Desire

  Master of My Mind

  Saving My Submission

  Seduced By My Doms

  Lured By My Master

  Sin City Submission

  Bound To Surrender

  Resisting My Submission (March 21, 2017)

  Craving His Command (May 23, 2017)

  The Doms of Her Life – Raine Falling Series

  (Co-authored with Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl)

  One Dom To Love

  The Young and The Submissive

  The Bold and The Dominant

  The Edge Of Dominance

  The Passionate Hearts Series

  Sky Of Dreams

  Winds Of Desire (Coming Soon)

  Hotties Of Haven Series

  Sin On A Stick

  Wet Dream

 
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