Broken Bonds (Club Imperial Series) (13 page)

“Where’s Sean?” Alyssa asked.

Nathaniel and Victor looked at each other, and Victor sighed. “He’s up the street at the bar. He didn’t want to come with us.”

Her mother looked deflated at that. Emmy knew exactly the line Sean had fed them. He didn’t need to help those in need because he was one of those in need. Then he planted his ass on a bar stool and drank his way through either Alyssa’s medication money or Ally’s college fund, depending on what card he had on him.

Emmy looked at her mother. “Come on. We can start getting some of the chickens cut up for serving. Ally, you want to help those two hapless males with the bread?”

“Hapless?” Victor affected an indignant tone. “I’d like to see you bake bread.”

“I don’t cook, I burn,” Emmy said flatly.

“Agreed,” Nathaniel teased, and she heard the undertone.

So did Victor, who groaned, “For Christ’s sake, man.”

Emmy grabbed the carving knife and started in on the chickens with her mother, while Toni opened the doors to start serving. Apparently the news that Wednesday night was gourmet night had spread through the community; there was a line waiting and they didn’t stop serving until nearly eight-thirty. Emmy was completely amazed by the two brothers working together to get the plates filled and keep everything running smoothly. Allison was having a great time, as well, teasing the two of them and getting in their way.

They found Sean on the barstool at nine in the evening, chatting with the bartender and pretty much smashed. Emmy called a cab for her mother, Allison and Sean to take them back to their hotel as well as scheduling a taxi to pick them up the next morning at nine to bring them to North Hills.

She watched as Allison drove away, waving at her, and Emmy smiled. It was the best day she’d had with her mother and sister in a very, very long time. Victor had already left by the time she and Nathaniel climbed in the truck and she was happy to sit in the passenger seat as they drove home, and just watch the trees fly by in the darkness.

They walked quietly hand in hand to the kitchen door of the mansion, and saw Laurel walking into the den. “Hey, Mr. N, Miss Emmy.”

“Victor take over baby duty?”

“Sure did.” She nodded. “She was a little fussy, but she saw Daddy and that was it for her.” She turned around. “Do you need the TV?”

“No, we’ve had a long day.” Emmy smiled. “Enjoy.”

She walked up the stairs and heard Nathaniel just behind her. She was tired, but they had been flirting and teasing each other all night long. Opening the door, she walked into the room with him just behind her. Nathaniel pounced on her seconds after she heard the door shut.

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her back into him. With heated lips, he started kissing down her neck. “I am so sorry I didn’t take your warning, Emmy. I just forgot they were there.”

“Probably better that they were,” she replied. “It would have been rude to leave them alone.”

“Ooh, promises, promises,” he joked.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” She sighed, his kisses tickling their way down.

He wrapped a hand over each breast and plumped them softly. Her nipples beaded and pressed against his palms, and he rubbed the fabric against them. It sent a thrill through her. “I will never get tired of your hands and what they do to me.”

“And I love doing it,” he breathed. He slid his hand to the front and unbuttoned her pants very slowly. He moved his hand inside and slid his fingers to her clit, pressing gently on her. She bowed into him and she felt his erection pressing against her ass.

“I can feel you,” she whispered. “And I want that in me.”

“As you wish, Mistress.” He breathed harshly, relieving her of her pants. She grabbed his arms and spun herself around to pin his arms together. Backing him against the wall, she held his wrists with one hand. She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them down his hips and pulling his erection out.

“That’s nice,” she praised him. “Very nice.” He kicked the pants away, and tried to free his hands. Emmy shook her head. “Punishment is in order, Nathaniel. You didn’t listen to me this afternoon. You were naughty.”

“I shall take my licks, Mistress,” he said, leaning down to capture her lips. His hot tongue slid into her mouth and his flavor flooded her. He wanted more and tried to lean into her to get their bodies closer. Holding him off, she enjoyed the kiss for a little while longer. She finally pulled back and studied him. He was standing there in a shirt and tie, with his erection straight out. He looked utterly edible.

Emmy held onto his hands and pulled him along to the bedroom. Guiding him until he fell back on the bed, she finally let his hands go. He tried to reach up and take her shirt off, but she pushed them down. “No, Mr. Walsh. Hands up,” she instructed, sliding his tie from around his neck. She unbuttoned the first button, and pulled the shirt up over his head, just far enough to hide his eyes. Leaning down, she gave him a deep, hard kiss, twisting the shirt to keep his hands trapped and his eyes covered.

“Lay back, bring your feet up on the bed,” she whispered, pulling away. Removing her own shirt and following him onto the bed, Emmy didn’t let herself touch him. The only point of contact was her mouth on his body. She laved his nipple with her tongue, then blew on it. He gasped and twisted on the bed. “Don’t move. If you move, I’ll get the crop.”

“Oh, don’t tease,” he begged.

Emmy smiled. “Someone likes the crop.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

She turned her attention to his nipple and tugged on it gently with her teeth. Trying not to twist on the bed, his breath was ragged. With little sucking kisses, she trailed her way up his pecs, crossing over and down again. Pausing for another deep kiss, she licked lightly down his chest and over his abdomen. She tickled his navel with her finger, softly, and he moaned breathless. With hungry lips, she kissed over to his hip, then across to the other and down to his cock. He was twitching and moaning, and she licked up his throbbing shaft.

“Oh, Emmy,” he growled. “Emmy, please.”

She teased him with a few more sucking kisses, then ran her torturously slow tongue up the crease of his leg. “I love the taste of your body, Nathaniel.” She covered his erection with her mouth and swirled the head around her mouth with her tongue. Desperately, he tried to hold still, but he simply couldn’t, arching up when she ran her tongue up the underside.

She let him go with a wet pop and finally started to crawl up his body, allowing more than just her mouth to touch him. Straddling his lean, toned, burning hot body, she leaned down, kissing him hard. She took his cock in her hand, fisting it and pumping him to the edge of rough. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.

Emmy sank herself onto him, hard and fast, shifting around, feeling him inside her. Changing her movements, she took him slowly, leaning down to his lips again. She loved thrusting his cock in and out, and it took her a moment to breathe her question. “Would you like to watch me ride you?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, yes.” He almost shook with arousal. She unbuttoned two more buttons and slipped the shirt up a little further, so it fell away from his face. He caught her eyes immediately, and he started panting hard. “Move faster, Emmy. Please. Oh, God.”

With a quick pinch at both of his nipples at the same time, she dealt out a brief punishment. “No topping from the bottom, Nathaniel!” The fleeting pain made him gasp, but he was swept up by her movements again. She rocked back and forth on him faster, tightening and loosening her vagina over him; it took a little concentration, but she knew when she did this, she came fast and harder than usual. “Is this what you like?”

“Just like that,” he moaned. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She leaned down and kissed him hard, working over his cock. “You were a naughty boy, Nathaniel. I should spank you for your transgressions.”

He jacked his body up and slammed into her. “I like your crop, mistress,” he breathed.

“Tell me what you like about it,” she said, finding her perfect rhythm.

“That you’re in charge of it,” he admitted. He paused to catch his breath. “The sting of it on my ass, and the eroticism of it.” He stared into her eyes. “What you do to me. Do you know how gorgeous you are up there? I love feeling my erection inside you when you ride me. So slick, so wet. Hot.”

Emmy was climbing to her orgasm quickly. His breathy voice made the rush that much faster; hearing him describe how he felt beneath her, his cock inside. “What else. Tell me what else,” she demanded, driving herself on him.

“The way your tits bounce, even in the bra,” he answered. “The way you love the color you put on my ass with that crop. The way you touch me when you spank me.” He arched up again, and drove himself deep inside her. “And the way I get to take you beneath me when you’re done. Watching you, spread wide for me, welcoming my cock in that wet pussy of yours.”

The dirty talk shot her right to the top and she came, moving over him and squeezing him. Her motions finished him off and she coaxed everything out of him and into her. She leaned down and laid on his chest for a moment, kissing him lightly.

Moving her hands up to the shirt, she released a few more buttons. She pulled it down a little bit and unfastened the wrists, but held his arms down to keep him from wrapping them around her. Emmy smiled at him. “I think you need a spanking.” She felt his erection start to return. “And you like that idea.”

His smirk was answer enough. Emmy lifted herself off the bed and pulled the crop out of the nightstand. Taking a moment to consider him, she slapped the crop on her hand while he pulled the shirt off. “All fours,” she said, motioning him around. “Head up, and arch your back down.” She waited for him to comply, and then walked over and gently ran her hand over his ass. Scraping her nails over it, she slapped him lightly.

“How’s your head doing with this?” she asked quietly.

This time, she heard the smile in his voice. “It’s starting to get it. And it’s really starting to like it.”

He jerked forward, moaning, as she brought her hand down hard. “Good,” she said, bringing her hand down again with the same result. “You get ten of these. Then you get the crop.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, the word turning into another erotic moan as her third smack landed. She enjoyed the red bloom and slap of her hand on him. His ass was firm, and he was willing, so willing now. Emmy felt herself starting to wind up to another climax, just from thinking about her hand delivering the smacks which elicited the sexual groans from him.

Leaning into his ear, just out of view, she said, “Ten with the crop, then I’m all yours.”

In quick succession, Emmy cracked her hand on either side of his ass. He gasped and groaned and dropped his head. Emmy tapped on his back. “Head up! We’ll start over.”

His exhale was one of delight. “Yes, Mistress.”

The crop came down again twice quickly, and this time he kept his head up, hissing out between his teeth, the moan stuck in his throat. Emmy traced over his skin and then hit him again. She kept up the pattern for the remaining three sets, stretching out the time between the swats by massaging his ass. The last two came down quickly and before she knew what had happened, Nathaniel had dropped to his side and pulled her onto the bed.

Emmy gasped as her mind caught up with their roll to a new spot, with him on top. Nathaniel was hot and ready and in no mood for soft and gentle, which was fine with Emmy. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his ass as he slammed himself inside her.

“God, Nathaniel,” she whimpered. “Fuck me hard.”

His thrusts were fast and hard and found her bottom every time he plunged in. His sweat and her wet pussy combined to let him slide in and out and over her nearly without friction. She grabbed her feet and pulled them up closer to his shoulders and he was grunting as he drove himself into her. His relentless motion, his hot breath on her face, moved her even closer to her climax.

“You’re so damn hot,” he growled.

“I love you like this,” she moaned, between gasping breaths. “I love when you’re rough with me.”

“Only then?” he grunted.

“No.” She gasped. “I love it when you’re in me, whatever way you take me. Your cock feels so good in there, moving against me. My pussy gets wet whenever I think of you. I would fuck you every minute of every day if I could. I would lay naked with you and suck you off.” She saw her words were doing what his had done to her. “I would let you spank me and have whatever way you wished—”

“Shit,” Nathaniel hissed.

“Come,” Emmy commanded.

“Yes,” he answered, and she felt him climax for the second time. He spilled inside her again, thrusting, emptying all of his come in her. With his last thrust, he grunted and stilled, leaving himself all the way in. Nathaniel dropped his head, exhausted and Emmy ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned his weight on one arm, and she felt his hand on her vulva, his finger dipping in to find her clit.

Ramped up, still near her second climax, his finger teased her quickly and softly, then slowly and more roughly. It didn’t take very long to get her all the way back to the top and with a small flick, Nathaniel sent her into another orgasm. Her whole body shook and shivered under him as he kept up his assault on her clit, and drew out her climax into one of those amazing ever-lasting ones only he seemed to be able to coax from her.

Once she started to wind down, he slipped out of her, and slid down next to her on the bed. Emmy was panting and sweating. Nathaniel pulled her to him and she turned her head on the pillow and smiled at him.

“I like the dirty talk,” he said, running his finger down her nose.

She kissed his finger. “I do too.”

His voice was quiet. “Emmy, do you like living here?”

“Of course,” she answered.

“And you’re okay without the club?”

She wrinkled her nose, wondering where this was going. “Yes.”

“I’m enough?”

“After what we just did?” She laughed lightly. “Yes, you’re more than enough.”

“Marry me.”