Free Embracing My Submission by Jenna Jacob

untamed hunger.
    I exhaled deeply as the sound of his zipper resonated in my ears. It was torture resisting the urge to glance up and sneak a peek at his cock. I was anxious to see its naked glory. I wondered if it was as huge as it felt pressed against my sore ass. Kicking off his shoes, socks, and trousers, I caught myself as I began to look up. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I willed myself to be patient, pleasing, submissive.
    “Problem pet?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir,” I honestly confessed, still drunk on endorphins.
    “Patience running thin, is it?” His chuckle made me laugh softly.
    “Oh yes, Sir. Thinner than you could imagine.”
    “Hmmm. Maybe I should make you kneel there for an hour or two before I allow you to raise those breathtaking emerald eyes of yours. Do you think you could find patience enough for that?”
    His finger lightly grazed my jawline as I swiftly shook my head no.
    “Aww, surely you have more patience than you claim. You’re not that anxious to see the present I have for your luscious, plump mouth, are you?”
    His fingers caressed my lips. I opened my mouth, praying he’d slide them inside and allow me to suckle them and show him how ready I was to worship his cock.
    “I asked you a question, girl!” His voice thundered as he slapped my face.
    Blinking in confusion, my face stung from his assault, and the sublime bliss I’d been floating in vanished like smoke. Yanking me upward by my hair, he angled my face toward the floor, away from his body. Biting back a scream, my brain began to fill with a dark, foreboding fear.
    “I’m quite concerned about your failure to answer me in a timely manner. Are we going to have a problem with communication, girl?” His words were slathered in annoyance.
    “No, Sir.” I gasped and swallowed tightly. My betraying body quivered in arousal as nectar poured from my folds.
    “Keep your eyes closed and kneel up,” he commanded, stepping in front of me once again. “I’d hate for you to expire from anticipation. I’d much rather keep you very much alive and your beautiful mouth stuffed and busy. I won’t have to listen to your bratty snivel at least.”
    I lifted my throbbing ass from the floor. With my eyes closed, he slid two fingers deep inside my mouth.
    “Show me, girl. Let me feel the talents of your mouth. Prove to me you’re worthy of my dick.”
    Red flags were waving in my brain. His sudden change of demeanor once he had me alone was a textbook example of a predator. I shivered and swallowed my fear. He couldn’t be a monster. They never would have let him in the club, and Drake certainly wouldn’t have given him liberties with me. No. He was testing me. After my horrid first impression, he wanted me to demonstrate my true submissive heart.
    Rolling my tongue over his fingers in an erotic fashion, gripping my lips around them, I suckled hungrily upon his digits, wanting to please him and show him exactly what desires I’d kept locked away. Sliding my mouth up and down, my tongue danced in a sensual trail upon his shaft. Tiny whimpers escaped my throat as I projected my willingness to please.
    With a quick jerk, he pulled his hand from my mouth and exhaled loudly. “Son of a bitch! Your mouth is sinful, girl.”
    I nibbled my bottom lip as I wrestled the urge to open my eyes and gaze upon the other appendage I wanted to worship.
    He softly chuckled. “Do you want to feast your eyes on my cock, girl?”
    “Yes, Sir. Desperately.”
    “You may not.”
    I groaned at his rejection.
    “Keep your eyes closed and cast toward the floor. Don’t move.” With a sturdy tug, he released my mane.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Listening intently, I heard him walk away. The snick of the lock set off a wave of confusion as tingling fear coursed through my veins. Drake’s instructions had been clear. The door was to be kept unlocked, yet Jordon was blatantly disregarding his directive. I swallowed tightly, torn between protesting and raising his ire