Bite Of Pain
Attitude Adjustment Excerpt by Jenna Jacob
Out Of Print
“In case you don’t remember, your safeword is mercy. Use it if you need to,” he said before stepping behind me.
A foreboding chill slid down my spine.
After our son, Tristan, was born, I’d rescinded my safeword as an anniversary present to Mika. It wasn’t a big gift, considering I’d never had to use the word. But handing it over to him had been a mammoth declaration of trust. I’d willingly ripped away my safety net, granting him carte blanche to do any and every thing he wanted during a
scene.
I knew in my heart Mika wouldn’t punish me beyond what I could mentally or physically handle. Still, the fact he’d given me back my safeword terrified me.
Anxiety spiked, and anticipation pinged.
When the crack of the whip split the air again, I sucked in a startled gasp. Then I squeezed my eyes shut, gripped the edge of the cross, and tensed for the first searing lash. But instead of igniting my ass in a streak of fire, Mika landed the popper—the tip—over my flesh with a gentle, breezy kiss.
The second caress surprised me.
The third confused me.
As the tension bled from my body, I struggled to come up with a reason why, after warning me there’d be no warmup--
The popper bit into my flesh, stealing all questions from my mind and sending a fiery blaze streaking down my legs and up my spine. With a wail, I tossed back my head and gripped the cross again.
Clenching my teeth, I struggled to rise above the blistering sting rippling through me, but before I could climb the pain, Mika landed another brutal lash.
Again and again, he sent the whip ripping across my flesh.
Curling my hands into fists, my fingernails bit into my palm.
I clenched my jaw to hold back my screams, but my resolve was no match for the pain Mika delivered.
As an inhuman cry tore from my throat, he paused and pressed his wide, hot body against my back. After brushing the sweat-soaked strands of hair from my neck, he nuzzled his lips to my ear.
“That’s it, girl. Don’t hold it in. Scream for me, precious.”
When he stepped back and landed several more white-hot lashes, I did exactly as he’d instructed…I screamed.
Tears dripped from my face.
Sobbing and trembling, I continued trying to rise above the pain.
But just when the fringe of subspace was within reach, Mika stopped and melded his hard body against me again.
“Who do you serve, slave?” he growled in my ear as he raked his fingernails over my inflamed flesh, yanking me away from my blissful refuge.
“You, Master,” I sobbed in pain.
“How do you serve me?”
“W-with all my heart.”
“What else, sweet slut?” he asked, raking his teeth over my shoulder.
“M-my mind, b-body, and s-soul.”
“Then serve me, girl. Serve me with all of them…Now!” he bellowed.
When he stepped back, severing our connection, my mournful groan morphed into a shriek of pain as the whip scorched my flesh.
Abandoning the methodic cadence of one stroke after the other, Mika threw the single tail in a sinuous, serpentine fashion that ignited my ass with a forward and back swing. He didn’t pause for me to catch my breath, didn’t offer me an ounce of mercy.
The pain was so intense, it stole the air from my lungs.
Agony expanded, consuming me in a conflagration of pulsing fire I couldn’t process.
Instead of conquering his pain, I crumbled beneath it.
Frantically tugging on my cuffs, I tried to climb the cross to escape the flames as I screamed and begged him to stop.
“I’m sorry, Master…I’m sorry,” I wailed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Mika fisted my hair and yanked my head back before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck. Gasping, my eyes flew open as a new kind of pain consumed me.
“For what, slut? Sorry you forgot your place and challenged a Dominant?”
“Y-yessss.”
“Sorry for undermining my authority?”
“Yes…y-yessss…for e-every t-thing,” I cried.
Mika drew back his hand and slapped my welts…hard.
Howling in pain, sparks ignited behind my eyes as I bucked against the cross. White-hot flames seared my bones, making me quake uncontrollably. Sobbing and panting, I focused on conquering the blistering sting. But when Mika softly stroked his palm over my screaming flesh, the contrasting sensations were too much to handle.
He was either trying to force me to use my safeword, or make me crawl out of my skin. My knees buckled as another cry tore from my throat.
Banding his thick arm around my waist, Mika pressed me to the cross, then nuzzled his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe through it, pet.”
“I’m fucking trying to,” I sobbed.
“Language,” he growled, brutally pinching my raw, throbbing ass.
More lights ignited, colorful ones, as a silent scream lodged in my throat.
A foreboding chill slid down my spine.
After our son, Tristan, was born, I’d rescinded my safeword as an anniversary present to Mika. It wasn’t a big gift, considering I’d never had to use the word. But handing it over to him had been a mammoth declaration of trust. I’d willingly ripped away my safety net, granting him carte blanche to do any and every thing he wanted during a
scene.
I knew in my heart Mika wouldn’t punish me beyond what I could mentally or physically handle. Still, the fact he’d given me back my safeword terrified me.
Anxiety spiked, and anticipation pinged.
When the crack of the whip split the air again, I sucked in a startled gasp. Then I squeezed my eyes shut, gripped the edge of the cross, and tensed for the first searing lash. But instead of igniting my ass in a streak of fire, Mika landed the popper—the tip—over my flesh with a gentle, breezy kiss.
The second caress surprised me.
The third confused me.
As the tension bled from my body, I struggled to come up with a reason why, after warning me there’d be no warmup--
The popper bit into my flesh, stealing all questions from my mind and sending a fiery blaze streaking down my legs and up my spine. With a wail, I tossed back my head and gripped the cross again.
Clenching my teeth, I struggled to rise above the blistering sting rippling through me, but before I could climb the pain, Mika landed another brutal lash.
Again and again, he sent the whip ripping across my flesh.
Curling my hands into fists, my fingernails bit into my palm.
I clenched my jaw to hold back my screams, but my resolve was no match for the pain Mika delivered.
As an inhuman cry tore from my throat, he paused and pressed his wide, hot body against my back. After brushing the sweat-soaked strands of hair from my neck, he nuzzled his lips to my ear.
“That’s it, girl. Don’t hold it in. Scream for me, precious.”
When he stepped back and landed several more white-hot lashes, I did exactly as he’d instructed…I screamed.
Tears dripped from my face.
Sobbing and trembling, I continued trying to rise above the pain.
But just when the fringe of subspace was within reach, Mika stopped and melded his hard body against me again.
“Who do you serve, slave?” he growled in my ear as he raked his fingernails over my inflamed flesh, yanking me away from my blissful refuge.
“You, Master,” I sobbed in pain.
“How do you serve me?”
“W-with all my heart.”
“What else, sweet slut?” he asked, raking his teeth over my shoulder.
“M-my mind, b-body, and s-soul.”
“Then serve me, girl. Serve me with all of them…Now!” he bellowed.
When he stepped back, severing our connection, my mournful groan morphed into a shriek of pain as the whip scorched my flesh.
Abandoning the methodic cadence of one stroke after the other, Mika threw the single tail in a sinuous, serpentine fashion that ignited my ass with a forward and back swing. He didn’t pause for me to catch my breath, didn’t offer me an ounce of mercy.
The pain was so intense, it stole the air from my lungs.
Agony expanded, consuming me in a conflagration of pulsing fire I couldn’t process.
Instead of conquering his pain, I crumbled beneath it.
Frantically tugging on my cuffs, I tried to climb the cross to escape the flames as I screamed and begged him to stop.
“I’m sorry, Master…I’m sorry,” I wailed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Mika fisted my hair and yanked my head back before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck. Gasping, my eyes flew open as a new kind of pain consumed me.
“For what, slut? Sorry you forgot your place and challenged a Dominant?”
“Y-yessss.”
“Sorry for undermining my authority?”
“Yes…y-yessss…for e-every t-thing,” I cried.
Mika drew back his hand and slapped my welts…hard.
Howling in pain, sparks ignited behind my eyes as I bucked against the cross. White-hot flames seared my bones, making me quake uncontrollably. Sobbing and panting, I focused on conquering the blistering sting. But when Mika softly stroked his palm over my screaming flesh, the contrasting sensations were too much to handle.
He was either trying to force me to use my safeword, or make me crawl out of my skin. My knees buckled as another cry tore from my throat.
Banding his thick arm around my waist, Mika pressed me to the cross, then nuzzled his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe through it, pet.”
“I’m fucking trying to,” I sobbed.
“Language,” he growled, brutally pinching my raw, throbbing ass.
More lights ignited, colorful ones, as a silent scream lodged in my throat.