Broken Bonds (Club Imperial Series) (19 page)

He guided her back to his erection. “I want you to suck me off, and finger my ass.”

Emmy slid her hands off his hips and took his cock back into her mouth. His words were fire, making her even more wet. She scraped her nails across his ass and pulled him gently apart. Running her finger down him, she paused just above his anus. With relish, she spent a moment concentrating on the cock in her mouth, savoring it and teasing it, then looked up at him.

“Please, Mistress,” Nathaniel breathed.

When she touched his puckered entrance, he groaned loudly. She ran her finger around the edge, and he arched his back, his breath actually hitching on the way in and out. Emmy carefully moved her finger into his anus just briefly, and backed out. He didn’t need more. His cock was twitching in her mouth, against her tongue. She moved her finger in an opposing rhythm to her mouth and he couldn’t catch his breath. She heard his hand slam against the wall to hold himself up. “Fuck.”

He exploded, his hot cum pouring into her mouth. Emmy swallowed every drop he offered, pulling him roughly forward and still running her finger around him until she felt him finally finish his orgasm.

She didn’t have a moment to look up at him. With one graceful movement, he hauled Emmy to her feet and dropped her onto the bench behind them. His hands pulled her legs apart and he buried his head into her sex. Hitching her leg up over his shoulder, he swirled his tongue around her clit.

“Oh, shit.” She gasped. He teased and lapped at her, sending electric thrills all through her pussy, radiating all the way to her nipples. Nathaniel alternated between licking with his tongue and quick little sucks on her clit. He pushed two fingers deep inside of her, moving them against her walls, crooking his fingers, then stroking her. He was relentless. She couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.

The feeling of his sweet mouth on her vulva, his fingers moving inside of her, pushed her to the edge of orgasm and one last ruthless tease of his tongue pitched her right over the edge, and she found herself yelling his name. “Nathaniel! Oh, God, yes. Yes!” She plastered herself against the shower wall and arched into him as she came, riding the orgasm as long as he kept coaxing it out of her.

He left his two fingers inside of her and began kissing and sucking his way up her body, over her hips, her waist, her stomach and finally to her breasts. He licked and teased her nipples, biting them and making her cry out in ecstasy. She still couldn’t believe he wasn’t bothered by the wrinkled, burned mess her breasts were. Not only didn’t he care, he enjoyed them thoroughly, petting and stroking and plumping the one his mouth wasn’t currently torturing with his unbelievably talented tongue and lips. 

Nathaniel started to slowly rub a thumb over her clit as he paid sweet attention to her nipples. The pleasure he imparted to her with his thumb was a low buzz, but that low buzz combined with the electricity he was creating in her breasts, made Emmy come again. This release wasn’t as hard and intense as the last, but it was deep and rolling and went on and on. She chanted his name like a prayer. 

Nathaniel lifted his head off her breast and smiled at her. She pulled him up and kissed him, her tongue dancing over his. Grabbing his hard-again cock, she ran her fingernails over it and he exhaled against her lips.

“You remember what you did the first night?” she asked. “You had me up against the wall?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Take me like that again,” she ordered.

“Oh, God, yes, Mistress.” He pulled her to her feet, backing her against a different wall and put a hand on either side of her head. His eyes were burning with desire, and he leaned in to capture her mouth. One hand moved off the wall and she felt it snake around to her ass, squeezing gently as he kissed her. Nathaniel wrapped a leg around his waist. Bending just a little, he aimed his cock for her, then slipped inside her easily. She loved his invasion and moaned, letting her head fall to the side.

“Such a perfect fit,” she breathed, as he moved his hips against her.

His lips and teeth found a target at her exposed neck, and he started to nibble and suck on her throat as he kept up a gentle rhythm in and out of her. This time, everything felt different, better. There were no more secrets, no material keeping them from skin on skin. While they could play, and certainly would, there was a sharing of power—a place she never thought she would be able to get to. Right now, he was in control of her, and she was very much enjoying it.

Nathaniel lifted her and she wrapped her other leg around him. Rocking her against the wall, his cock found home over and over again. She gasped a little with each deep thrust, and felt herself winding one more time toward climax. Emmy took what little purchase she had on the wall and rocked back on him, finding an incredible rhythm with him which pulled both of them closer to climax. 

“Every day for the rest of my life,” he whispered in her ear. “I want this.”

“I’m yours,” she said without a doubt in her mind.

He thrust roughly up into her and she felt him explode inside of her, his whole body jerking with the pleasure. His hard, determined pumping spiked her and she came right along with him, both of them panting hard.

Nathaniel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. “I love you, Emmy.”

“And I love you, Nathaniel.” 

Chapter Eighteen

Nathaniel leaned over to her. “I can’t make any announcements until my brother is here,” he explained. “Where the hell is he?”

“I thought I saw him walk out about half an hour ago,” Emmy said.

“Stupid ass,” Nathaniel grumbled.

“I’ll go find him,” she offered.

“Wait, no—”

Emmy patted his arm. “It’s okay. You’re the host, you can’t leave. I’m not officially a hostess until you make the announcement.” She grinned.

“Damn it.”

Emmy laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She kissed his cheek and walked to the other end of the ballroom where the door was to the rest of the house. Perez was standing there, looking alert. “Have you seen Victor?”

“He came through here about half an hour ago, and headed up the stairs,” Perez indicated.

“Thank you, Perez,” she said, walking by.

“He wasn’t alone,” he added.

Emmy looked back and saw a half-smirk on his face. She shook her head, and laughed. At least that explained why no one could find him. And he’d accused them of having no shame? He just walked out of the party with someone.
Rude
. Fodder for a thousand jokes, though. She laughed to herself. That was going to be fun.

Since Perez had suggested Victor was in his room, she headed straight there. How much fun would it be if the two men she really loved in life could live in the same house with her? With her sister there, it would be perfect. She hadn’t yet been to Galloping Ridge, but she hoped it wasn’t too far from North Hills. She wanted to visit and be visited as much as possible.

Her brain went a little haywire at that moment when she realized she was walking through what was going to be her house. Her mansion. Their home. What a long way she’d come, from scrounging the breakfasts at a soup kitchen after being repeatedly sold by her step-father the pimp and raped by his customers to being the business administrator of one of the two wealthiest men in Pittsburgh, and the fiancée—
fiancée
!—of the other. Here was happiness she never thought she’d find.

There were some interesting steps along the way; she was glad Nathaniel was down with her kink and he’d let her Domme him. For fun. She didn’t need the control anymore. Not when she had the love and trust of an amazing man.

And that shower...

Victor’s door was shut tight on the left. She saw the light spilling out from under it into a pool in the hallway and rolled her eyes. She hoped this wasn’t some fly-by-night hook up on his part. She wanted him as happy as she was, and Emmy hoped he wasn’t willing to compromise that.

She stopped at the door and heard all the noises she associated with intimacy, and giggled to herself. She cleared her throat, and then knocked on the door loudly. “Victor! What are you doing in there?!”

A faint ‘Oh shit’ filtered through, and then scrambling. She knocked again. “Victor! Nathaniel is waiting on you!”

She grabbed the door and found he didn’t lock it.
Oh, he’s going to have to learn that really fast with a kid around.
Why not start the lessons now? She turned the knob and pushed the door open. “Victor!” she yelled.

Someone dove under the sheets of the bed as Victor scrambled to get his naked ass covered and turn around to face her. He clutched the sheet to himself and looked mortified. Emmy started laughing. “You look like a teenager who got caught making out in the hallway!”

He grabbed a shoe and threw it at her, missing by a wide margin. “Damn it, Emmy!” He picked up another one and hurled it at her. She dodged that one. “You knew I was in here with someone, didn’t you?”

“Perez mentioned it.” She grinned. Stepping into the room, she looked around. She was going to say something else when she spotted the linen shirt on the floor. A very distinct linen shirt she’d seen before. And then she caught a whiff of the other man’s cologne and it was also distinct and familiar. “Oh, my sweet Christ. Who’s with you?!” The sheet slowly peeled down and the other person sat up. Emmy had to lean against the door to keep from falling over. “Really?”

Franz shrugged, also looking like he’d been caught making out.

“You had no idea?” Victor asked. “With all the time we’ve been spending together?”

“I’m sorry,” Emmy drawled, sarcastically, “I didn’t think my boss would be sleeping with one of my exes.”

“You knew I was bi.” Franz shrugged.

She picked up the errant shoe and threw it at him. “That’s not what I meant!” She picked up the other shoe and threw it back at Victor. “That’s for good measure!” She turned to walk out of the room, but stopped and looked back. “Half an hour. If you’re not downstairs, I’m coming back and dragging you down there even if you’re naked mid-coitus!”

She slammed the door, and started to march away angrily, but after ten steps started laughing. She was laughing so hard she had a hand on her stomach and was trying to stop the laughing before she got to the door to the ballroom. Victor and Franz. Who would have guessed? Well, they could both do worse.

Perez was still smirking as she approached. She gave him the stink eye. “Did you know it was Dorn with him?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.

“Very cute, Mr. Perez, very cute,” she said, walking back into the ballroom. Nathaniel was not far from where she’d left him, and walked over to him. His face burst into a grin when he saw her; gone fifteen minutes and this was the reception. She could deal with that.

He held out his hand and pulled her in close. “Where’s Victor?”

“He’ll be here in half an hour.” Emmy smirked.

“What the hell is he doing?”

“Franz.”

Nathaniel slowly turned his head and looked at her. “What?”

Emmy grinned. “You heard me.”

“Franz dated you,” he said, blinking a few times.

“Franz is all-comers,” she answered, “when he does. Which isn’t very often. Running the place takes a lot of time.” 

Nathaniel stared at her for a moment, blinked again, fish-mouthed, and finally harrumphed. “I have no idea what to say to this.” He shrugged. “Go Vic?”

Emmy laughed loudly.

“Half an hour, you say?” Nathaniel looked around. “Well, I’m going to do this backward then.” He held his hand out. “Come on. There’s someone you need to meet.” He peeked out of the giant open windows to where the night was starting to cool a bit.

Emmy was confused, but took his hand and they walked out to where the caterers had the barbeque pit smoldering and were cooking the meat slowly. There were people milling around outside with drinks and the DJ kept the music to a dull roar so there could be conversation. The dinner tables were set out here, but it was going to be another forty-five minutes or so before the meal was ready.

The smell of the cooking food was delightful and she realized she was very hungry.
That’s what happens when you spend two hours having sex.
She looked around and realized Nathaniel had thrown this party for her, so she could meet his friends, family, colleagues. He wanted to show her off, and he wanted her to network. His purpose was clear—get to know them, ask them to support the soup kitchens. She smiled and squeezed Nathaniel’s hand. He looked back and smiled at her. He knew her. In every way.

They stopped near a table where there was a group of people; she knew at least two of them. One was her cello instructor from college, the other was the chamber music director for the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra. They were talking to someone seated directly across from them and were completely engrossed in the conversation. Nathaniel put a hand on the shoulder of the person they were speaking with.

“Gentlemen, may I steal your conversation partner? I have someone she needs to meet.”

The two of them looked at him, and then spotted Emmy. She could feel the heat bloom in her face, embarrassment from being recognized. Her instructor, Francis Pullman, leapt to his feet and ran over to her. “Emmy!” He gave her a tremendous hug. “Where have you been hiding, my little cellist? I have wanted to get together with you for months. There are seats opening—”

“I don’t play anymore,” Emmy explained quickly.

He gasped loudly. “Child, why ever not! You and that cello are perfection—”

She looked straight at the chamber music director. “Mr. Erlich didn’t seem to think so,” she said. “After I auditioned for the chamber orchestra, he didn’t agree I was perfection, I had no chance of ever playing with anyone in the city again.” She looked at Pullman. “So, I thank you for your compliment, but I don’t play anymore. Not professionally, not privately, not in amateur circles.”

Pullman looked at Erlich. “You rejected David Westerly’s daughter? Who plays her father’s cello with a passion only David and Bach ever had for it?”

Erlich looked away, and she knew exactly why he’d rejected her. He knew she worked at Imperial. He knew she was a Domme and he couldn’t deal with someone whose sex habits were fubar’ed. She stared at him, hard. “You are an asshole, Mr. Erlich. You never heard the cello. You only heard what Lance spread around about me. And you are the reason why I am the business admin for Victor Walsh. And for your information, sir, I am happy where I am, and far better off for it than you could possibly have made me giving me the chair. So ironically, thank you for being a prick.”

Pullman walked around the table and took her hand. “Emmy, darling, I’m so sorry—”

“Maestro,” Emmy said, pulling her hand out of his, “please do not apologize. I wouldn’t be who I am now, if he hadn’t chosen to listen to Dayton’s bile.” She took Nathaniel’s hand again. “And I am very happy with where and who I am.”

“Gentlemen,” Nathaniel said, “if you’ll excuse us.”

Emmy held back her smile, and straightened her spine.
Dismissed, asshole.

As the two men walked away, Nathaniel leaned over. “Lance knows?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “Because he came in as a client, and got escorted out for his requests.” She turned and looked at him. “Yellow Bastard.”

“Well,” he mused, “as interesting as that conversation is, I think you’ll find this to be much more your speed.” He put his hand back on the woman’s shoulder. “Miss Westerly, please meet Mrs. Westerly.”

Emmy was utterly confused, looking down at the woman in the chair. She’d turned and was looking up at her. Emmy’s heart froze in her chest. She held the icy blue eyes for a long moment before breathing out the name. “Sarinya.”

The woman stood, looking beyond elegant in the Mad-Men-style, form-fitting green dress. Her black-beyond-black hair was in a familiar chignon, and her makeup was, as always, perfect. Her skin was porcelain, and the hand she held out in a polite greeting was the same gentle, elegant long-fingered hand she remembered stroking her hair at night when the nightmares would wake her up. “Dobry vecheer, Madeline,” she murmured.

“You’re alive,” Emmy whispered. She stared at the slightly older, but no less beautiful face. “You’re alive!” She threw her arms around her, pulling her into a crushing hug she just kept repeating, “You’re alive!” Her face was suddenly wet and warm, and she realized she was crying. She peeled herself off of Sarinya. “How are you alive? They told me you were dead! I saw the certificate. Uncle Charlie went to check.” She whipped around and looked at Nathaniel. “Where did you find her?”

“What?” Nathaniel asked.

“Where did you find her?” Emmy gasped, smearing tears away.

“You realize you’re speaking Ukrainian?” Victor said, walking up.

“I am?” she managed, looking at Sarinya.

“Da.” Sarinya laughed. “Ever since you said my name.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t...I thought you were dead.”

“It was a complete screw up by the local departments,” she explained. “They issued a death certificate for the wrong person in the accident. I got one, and the woman who did die, didn’t. I’ve spent the past decade trying to get it fixed. I had to live on the good graces of my parents, and the members of the Ukrainian National Symphony.” She pulled Emmy to her. “I’ve missed you, Madeline.
Je suis désolé pour ton père
...” She choked off.

“
Non, ma mere, non
,” Emmy said. “
Tu es vif, et je suis heureuse
.”

“Oh jeepers, more French,” came a young voice.

Emmy pulled away and looked at the source of the voice. She gasped loudly and her eyes bugged out, staring at Sarinya. “No!”

“Oui, chéri.” She smiled. “I was four months pregnant when my husband died. We were going to tell my parents at the holiday. That’s why we were on those treacherous roads.” She put her arm around the boy who looked exactly like her—
their
father. Exactly. “Madeline, this is Pav—Paul David Westerly. Pav—sorry, Paul, this is Emerson Madeline Westerly, your sister.”

My father has a son
. She stared at the boy for a long minute, then grabbed him and pulled him to her. “My father has a son,” she breathed. She looked at Nathaniel. “Am I speaking English?”

He laughed. “Yes, you are.”

Emmy looked at the child. “Paul. Right?”

“Yes, can I breathe?” he asked.

“Sorry, sorry,” Emmy said, stepping back and letting go a little bit.

“You’re Emmy.” He looked up at her face with a small smile.

“Yes, I am.” Her heart was hammering in her chest.

“Then why does Mom keep calling you Madeline?”

Emmy smiled. “It’s easier to get Madeline into French and Ukrainian. Which was mostly what we spoke when I was with her.”

Ally walked up and grabbed Paul’s arm. “Come on. Let your mom and my sister talk for a bit. I’ll show you the game room.”

“Game room? Wicked!” He giggled, and he and Ally walked away.

Nathaniel pulled out a chair. “Go ahead. Sit down. Talk. Sarinya will explain how we found her. I’ll be back over when dinner’s ready. Victor, Franz, leave them alone.” He kissed her on the head as she sat down and ushered the others away.

Emmy looked at the woman who had sat down with her. “Where do we even start?”

Sarinya smiled at her, and grabbed Emmy’s hand. “Let’s start with, I missed you.”

~*~*~

Nathaniel stood near the door to the ballroom with his brother. He folded his arms, satisfied. “She looks radiant and alive.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of his fiancé.

“You like it,” Victor smirked, “you should put a ring on it.”

“Done.” 

“What?” Victor asked.

“That’s the reason I wanted you down here,” Nathaniel explained. “We were going to announce it just before dinner. Now we’ll wait until dessert.”