Free Embracing My Submission by Jenna Jacob Page A

or remaining compliant. I chose to keep my mouth shut. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint him again.
    Grasping my hair once more, he lifted me to my feet and shoved me toward the bed. “Ass in the air, face down,” he thundered as he pushed me to the mattress.
    Confused and growing more fearful by the minute, I assumed the position but ignored his directive and raised my head. “I thought Drake said to leave the door unlocked. We’re supposed to get acquainted, not play, right?”
    “What Drake doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
    Red flag. Red fucking flag. I trembled at the sound of a heavy zipper sliding open. “I don’t think I’m supposed to...”
    “Exactly. Don’t think. I didn’t order you to think. I ordered you to show me how willing you are to please me. Now shut the fuck up and show me, slut. Use the safe word ‘red’ if you must, otherwise, just shut up.”
    I inhaled a deep breath, gathering my courage to contest his attempt to coerce me into something I knew was not allowed. But before I could confront him, unmitigated pain from some hideous toy brought me upright on the bed.
    “Red!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I tried to crawl from the pain and away from Jordon. Screaming as fire engulfed my ass, shrieked down my legs, and clawed up my spine, I jerked away as he reached for my arm.
    “No! No! Don’t touch me!” I yelled, scrambling away. Sobbing, I braced my back against the headboard, reeling in the piercing pain.
    “Get a grip, bitch! You can take more than that!” His tone was mocking and impatient.
    Fear was a potent spoil to the pristine serenity I’d held moments ago.
    “Get back down on your knees. I’m not through with you yet.” A demented look reflected in his cold and lifeless eyes.
    “No! This is over! Get the fuck away from me!” I sobbed, shaking my head, trying to climb from the opposite side of the bed.
    “It’s over when I say it’s over, you ungrateful little whore!”
    He rounded the bed and grabbed my arm, brutally yanking me toward him. The soft white sheets felt like knives slicing across my ass as he dragged me from the bed.
    He forced my back against the wall, and his teeth clamped down on my nipple ring. With a violent tug, he pulled on my flesh like a caveman chewing meat off a bone. I screamed louder, worried that he would rip the metal jewelry from my nipple. Latching on again, his teeth sank painfully into my breast as he fed on me like a rabid animal.
    Panic pumped through my veins. I had to get him off me! A roaring voice inside my head thundered instructions... Run! Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now! I struggled with all my might to wrench free.
    “Get. Off. Me.” I screamed as I slapped and shoved against his rock-hard chest. He towered a good five inches over me and out weighted me by at least a hundred pounds of solid muscle, but I was determined to get free. Somehow.
    Popping his mouth from my breast, I looked down to find it red, swollen, and glistening with his saliva as I continued to fight for freedom. Squashing me against the wall with a thunderous force, he knocked the air from my lungs. His slick tongue danced along my neck like a slithering eel while he fastened my thin wrists in his hand, pressing them against the wall high above my head. Using his knees, he roughly spread my thighs, opening me for his pleasure.
    “Red! You motherfucker! Red!” I cried, still unsuccessfully gaining my freedom.
    “There is no red, bitch! I’m going to fuck you!” he spat in a tone of hatred. “Shut up and submit, whore. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
    This couldn’t be happening. This madman was going to rape me. His ocean-blue eyes twinkled in manic delight as my stomach pitched and rolled. Over my dead body! This piece of shit was not going to get inside me. I would never allow him to rape me. He would not destroy me.
    “Help! Help! Security! ” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Stop. Now. Stop,” I cried in hopes