Taming Emma (7 page)

“I’m going to whip your breasts this morning.”

“My breasts?” She now took that step; two, in fact.

He smiled. “I’ll help you climb onto the ottoman,” he said, lifting her. “On your knees, please, sit on your heels. And keep your chin up, eyes on me.” He reached into his pocket.

“But…” All thought left her in that moment and she found herself sucking in a breath and clenching her buttocks. The plug began vibrating softly inside her ass. He had a remote control for the thing!

“Knees, Emma,” he said, upping the intensity.

She settled on her knees, weak from the sensations that were wreaking havoc on her system. Her pussy was wet and her clit swelling nicely, wanting attention of its own.

He put his foot between her knees. “You know better than to bring your legs together,” he said, pushing them apart with the toe of his shoe. “You’re not allowed to come, do you understand, Emma?” he asked while he traced the soft tendrils of the suede flogger across her outthrust breasts.

She looked at him; his grin was huge.

He waited one more moment before turning the vibration off. “Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“What will happen if you come?” he asked, fondling her hardened nipples with the toy before delivering playful, soft strokes that still made her gasp.

“You’ll punish me for real, Sir,” she said.

“Good girl. Vibration on or off during the flogging?”

“On, please, Sir,” she whispered.

Without a word, he reached into his pocket and turned it on. “Keep your chin lifted,” he said.

He stepped back and to one side.

“Sir?” she asked just when he raised his arm a little.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to do it hard?”

“You’ll have redness but I don’t intend on bruising you. And based on how you’ve reacted so far, I think you will enjoy this almost as much as I will.”

Almost.

He began. She was amazed with his precision. She closed her eyes when the first blow fell. It stung when the tendrils met sensitive flesh, but it wasn’t painful. Not at first. In fact, as he continued to deliver light strokes, switching sides as he did so to redden the entire canvas of her bound breasts, she found her nipples hardening to stiff peaks as her clit throbbed and twitched. In no time, her breathing became uneven while she worked the muscles of her pussy, her anus. If she could just put her thighs together for one moment…

The flogging stopped and she opened her eyes when she heard his zipper go down. She looked from his face, down to his enormous cock, down to the hot, red skin of her chest.

“Open your mouth. I want to feel your pretty little tongue lick my cock,” he said. He held the flogger to the back of her head as she opened her greedy mouth, her tongue first licking the tip, tasting the salty wetness already gathered there, letting it smear her lips. She then moved to lick the base before opening wider and taking him in as he closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. “Suck,” he said. “Hard.”

She did, moving slowly at first, taking in as much as she could and drawing slowly back only to begin again. After a few more strokes, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and zipped himself back up.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said, leaning down and kissing her hard as he tilted her head back and up.

She moaned, opening wide for him.

“But first,” he pulled away and straightened. “I’m not finished with your breasts. Present,” he ordered, stepping back.

She lifted her chin and thrust her chest out even more and this time when the first stroke landed, she sucked in a loud breath, keeping her eyes on his. “Please,” she said, as he continued to flog her, focusing on the tight points of her nipples now, sending bolts of pure electricity right down to her clit. She wanted to come; she wanted to come so badly.

“Please what?” he asked, alternately trailing the tendrils across her breast and slapping her with them. The softness mixed with the sharpness of the blows mixed with the vibration of the plug was enough to send her over the edge.

“I want to come,” she said.

He stopped and once again unzipped his pants. “Not this morning, my dear,” he said, drawing her face to his cock once again with the flogger at her neck. “Open wide. I want the back of your throat.”

She didn’t have much choice. He dropped the flogger and held her by the hair. All she had to do was keep her mouth open and work through the gag reflex. He pressed his cock into her and pulled back out several times before she finally felt him at the back of her throat. He fucked her mouth hard, watching her while he did, making sounds at each thrust. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes until finally, after several moments, she felt the warmth of semen spurting down her throat as his cock throbbed with its release.

He pulled out a few moments later, his breath ragged. He sat down on the couch and smiled a satisfied smile while she swallowed all that he’d given her.

“Please,” she begged.

He reached into his pocket and the vibration was gone. “No, Emma. You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” he said. “I own your body for the duration of the contract. I will give you permission when I so desire and you will have nothing to say about it.”

She whimpered, her pussy swollen, her clit throbbing with need.

“Look at you,” he said, leaning forward and touching the hot flesh of her breasts.

She looked down. Her chest was striped bright red and her nipples still hard. The pain that hadn’t been terrible during her whipping now began to settle beneath her skin.

He helped her to her feet and turned her away from him. She was unsteady and unable to speak while he untied the bands of leather that had framed his work area before taking the cuffs off and releasing her stiff arms. He then reached his hands around to touch her breasts lightly, which made her suck in a breath. She moaned when he made his way south, the fingers of one hand slipping between the folds of her pussy while the other found its way down her back to touch the base of the plug.

“Please…” she begged, leaning into him.

“Shh,” he coaxed before releasing her altogether. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Finally, he was going to take her upstairs and fuck her. She walked as fast as the plug would allow.

“Lie on your back and spread your arms and legs wide,” he said.

She did, more than willing to comply.

“Close your eyes, I’m going to blindfold you.”

She heard the opening of a drawer and soon felt the soft silk of the blindfold slip over her eyes. Once it was in place, he moved off the bed and she once again felt the fur of the still-warm cuffs she’d worn earlier. He closed them around her wrists one at a time, securing her to the bed before moving to her ankles to do the same. She tried the restraints and they weren’t too tight, but she couldn’t move more than a few inches. Blind and bound, she listened for him, but what she heard wasn’t what she wanted to hear. In fact, she clenched her fists tight when she realized what he was doing.

“Luke!” she called out. “Luke Roark, release me this minute!”

But the only response was his voice growing louder as he sang a tune in the shower.

Chapter Seven

“You need clothes so I’m going to call and order some things for you from town,” he said.

“You bastard!” She pulled at her restraints. “Untie me!”

“You know what?” he said, obviously amused. “Let’s try Master today. I’ve never had a woman call me Master before and, to be honest, I like the sound very much.” His voice came from different parts of the room and she realized he was moving around as he dressed.

“You cannot leave me alone…”

“I’m not leaving you. Not yet, anyway. And besides, I’d take you to the shop to choose for yourself, but given the fact you have nothing to wear…”

“Luke, I’m serious. If you don’t untie me in one second…”

“What’s your shoe size?” he asked. “Ah, never mind. Seven-and-a-half.” He must have checked the bottom of the pumps she’d worn the other day.

She strung a number of choice words together for him while he ignored her completely. At one point she felt the bed sink beneath his weight, but she realized he was just putting on his shoes.

“You can’t leave me here like this! What if there’s a…a…a break-in? Or a fire? Luke!”

“I wouldn’t leave you tied up alone in the house. I’ll be downstairs. Try to relax,” he said as she heard the door close. It was at that precise moment that the plug began its vibration again, leaving her in agony, in ecstasy, her breasts throbbing, her pussy clenching around nothing, wanting to be filled. But he’d taken extreme measures to make sure she wouldn’t get off. Worse than that, with his little toy, he’d made sure her arousal wouldn’t lessen for an instant.

“Bastard!” she said to no one at all as she squirmed around the bed.

* * *

Luke descended the stairs, smiling, and headed into the study. She was going to be pissed by the time he got back upstairs. And horny as hell. He liked the idea of finding her soaked and writhing on his bed. He was hard again, thinking about what he was going to do to her hot little pussy.

One thing nagged at him though. When he offered to teach her this weekend, it was with the idea that it would only be the weekend. Afterwards, he’d take her home, wherever that was at the moment. But he worried about her and that was a first. Her behavior was unsafe and she was lucky that he’d been there last night. What else had she been doing and would she do in order to prove she was a grown woman, and how much would those decisions cost her over time?

But he didn’t want to worry. He wanted his weekend submissive. He nudged away the voice that insisted she was more than that; he’d learned to do that well a long time ago. But setting his own feelings aside, how was she going to handle things after the weekend when he was gone and she was alone? He knew the intensity of a weekend like this could leave a healthy individual depressed and he wasn’t sure Emma was wholly healthy. She’d been damaged by the death of her parents for starters. He figured she hadn’t truly mourned their death since she’d had to take care of her brother that first year. And now she was hiding out from him.

He closed the door, sat behind his desk, and flipped the top of his laptop open. Finding the shop he was looking for, he dialed the number, gave the salesgirl some instruction as to what he wanted and told her to have everything delivered within the hour. He hung up and leaned back in his chair, scrolling through the names on the mobile. That one had been the easy call. Although he knew he should allow her skeletons to lie in their closet, as she had allowed his, he just couldn’t. He’d have to talk to Nate, find out exactly what was going on with her.

* * *

The vibration ceased. Finally, it just stopped, leaving her limp and unsatisfied.

She knew at least that this meant he was coming back upstairs. Either that or the battery had run out and when she was through with Luke Roark, he’d wish it was the latter.

“Baby,” he said, walking into the bedroom. She heard him set several shopping bags on the floor.

“You fucking bastard! How dare you leave me here like this with that thing vibrating inside me making me fucking nuts all this time!”

She’d managed to slip the blindfold off just a little so she could see out of her left eye. The sheets were a crumpled mess beneath her and her body absolutely throbbed.

“Tsk tsk,” he said. “That language.” He walked closer to her. “But I’m here now, baby, and I’m going to make everything better.”

With that, he knelt on the bed between her bound legs and, without further ado, closed his mouth over her pussy.

She groaned instantly and lifted her hips to him as he sucked and licked. She writhed beneath his mouth and called out his name, her orgasm taking no time at all while he devoured her pussy. She convulsed against his face and came in a violent torrent of heat that left her so exhausted at its end that she simply closed her eyes, whispered, “I love you,” and fell fast asleep.

* * *

When she awoke, the sun was making its way down into the horizon and a soft light brightened the space around her. She was unbound and tucked neatly beneath the thick comforter, wearing a thin and very pretty nightgown. The plug was gone and she blushed as she thought of him having removed it while she’d slept.

Then the memory of those few moments before she’d fallen asleep rushed her. “Oh god, no,” she said, covering her face with her hands.
No no no…

* * *

“Good morning,” Luke said, checking his watch. “Or should I say good evening.”

“Hi,” Emma answered quietly, walking into the living where Luke sat with a cup of coffee and a book. She wasn’t sure how to act, whether or not to bring it up while at the same time afraid that he would. Christ, why had she said that? Could she be any more stupid?

“Would you like something to drink or eat?”

“Coffee would be great,” she said, sitting on the edge of the sofa. She wore a pair of jeans and a sweater she’d found in one of the shopping bags. Everything was a perfect fit, right down to the sexy panties and bras he’d purchased for her.

“Clothes are all right?” he asked as he stood.

She nodded. Was he acting weird or was it her? “Thanks,” she said.

“You’re welcome. I’ll be right back with your coffee.”

She looked over at the book he was reading; it was
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
. She picked it up, noting how worn it was. She’d read her copy several times and was curious about the pieces he’d highlighted, but she put it down when he returned with the coffee.

“Here you are,” he said.

“Thank you.” She sipped the steaming liquid, flinching when it burned its way down her throat.

“You’ve read it?” he asked, resuming his seat on the couch. Were things just going to be weird between them now?

“More than once,” she said. “I love it, it’s so…honest.”

He nodded, smiling.

“Luke…” she began, but he cut her off.