“Make it stop, Dylan. Oh fuck, please, make it stop.” She reached for me, and I took her hand. Yep, she was definitely going to the doctor.
Dylan
Two weeks and five more migraine episodes later, and Emily had a prescription for a medicine that was meant to keep her from having another migraine. The pill was called Topamax, and her doctor put her on it because it was a trusted remedy and one of the first that would be used by any doctor. She took it, and before long, she was almost back to normal.
She had cut out caffeine from her diet, and a few other things, and she kind of walked around carefully for a bit, as if afraid the pain would attack her at any moment, but otherwise, she was doing well on it. She hadn’t had a migraine since she started the medication, and that was all we’d wanted.
I started to feel relieved and started to relax a bit myself. I’d been so worried about her that I hadn’t been able to focus at work, and knowing she was reacting to the medicine well helped me to get back on track. She had even started back to work. We were days away from moving into the new penthouse, and we were both excited about it.
The only problem was, my hands had started to shake again. Not much, and not often, but I noticed it, and it worried me. I knew it was probably just stress from worrying about Emily, so I hadn’t called the doctor. If it continued now that she’d got some relief and hadn’t had another migraine, I’d call him, soon.
“I’m going to miss you today.” She’d come into the kitchen and walked right into my arms for a hug. “I need to get my nails done, though. They’re starting to look gross.”
“It won’t be long, and you’re going to see Roxie, right?” I brushed hair behind her ear and pulled her a little tighter to my hips.
We had been perfect little angels since her first migraine, and we were starting to get tired of celibacy. The way she pushed into me and let her eyes close told me she was more than ready for some adult attention. I grinned at her as she moved her face close to mine.
“I am going to see Roxie, and maybe do some shopping, but I can’t wait to get you alone later. I had the dirtiest dream about you last night and, well, I’d like to tell you about it later.”
“Mm, that sounds like a story I’d like to hear.” I kissed her soft lips and waited for her to open. Her tongue came out to tangle with mine, and I felt blood surge straight to my dick. It throbbed between us, and I wondered how long it would take me to come if I bent her over the counter by the stove and fucked her right here in the kitchen.
“Oh my, somebody’s eager to hear that story,” she whispered and moved her hand down to cup me through my trousers.
“Emily, don’t start something we don’t have time to finish,” I begged with a groan, but she got this evil grin on her face and moved closer to my ear.
“I could just suck you off if you don’t want to waste time pulling my pants down and fucking me on the kitchen floor.”
“Fucking hell, Emily, don’t make it worse.” I didn’t bother to try to hide the torment in my voice. The thought of her lips wrapped around me had my dick eager and ready to play. That merged with the image of her round ass in the air as I drove into her, and I was almost afraid I’d come in my pants if she didn’t stop.
“Maybe you can jerk off in the car on the way to work.” Her voice, low and husky, didn’t help, and neither did that teasing look in her beautiful eyes.
“I hate you, do you know.” This time there was a note of petulance in my voice, and I turned around to walk to the kitchen entrance. “You’re very cruel. You know I have a meeting I can’t be late for.”
“I learned from the best, Dylan.” Her eyes issued a challenge I would be glad to accept later. Her breasts pushed out from her chest as she leaned back against the counter, and that took all of my attention. “Later then, baby.”
“Definitely later, Emily.” I walked into the kitchen, kissed her cheek, and tried not to waddle out of the kitchen. I was still hard for her.
We both knew I didn’t mean it when I said I hated her. If anything, I think I might be in love with the woman. I still wasn’t quite ready to really admit it, but I couldn’t deny that I cared deeply about her. The last couple of weeks proved that to me, without a doubt. She had become something I couldn’t live without, didn’t want to live without, and if I had to take care of her for the rest of my life, I’d crawl to do it.
I was stopped at a stoplight when a new thought occurred to me. My real father had been exactly the same with my mother. He’d actually given his life for her, to her. In more ways than one. He’d devoted his life to her and had never been angry at her for getting pregnant with me. I couldn’t remember a lot about his life story, he’d rarely spoken about it, but I knew he’d been devoted to Mom the moment he’d met her.
When she’d killed him, she’d killed the one person on earth who loved her above everything else. He’d loved me, of course, but Mom had been his everything. He’d taken care of her until the day he died.
I hadn’t understood that kind of devotion until Emily came along. Part of me had blamed him for his own death. He couldn’t change how he’d felt about her, at all. I understood that now. He’d love her completely, and despite the danger she’d put us all in, he’d tried to give her the best life he could.
If I hadn’t wanted Emily to be seen by the doctor at the hospital that day, I’d have torn that woman who'd treated me with so much disgust a new one. She’d have been in a puddle of tears, and I’d have left her with a smile on my face. I’d wanted Emily to see a doctor as quickly as possible. If that meant I had to hold my tongue until it bled, that was what I would have done.
I’d never thought that kind of devotion was something I’d ever feel. I’d thought I was stronger, more hardened than my very weak father. Emily had shown me how weak I was. For her. To her, with her? I wasn’t sure, but as the light changed, I knew there was little I could do about it.
I felt a tremor in my arm as I pulled into the parking garage of the new resort and tried not to roll my eyes. I was exasperated with my body, I wanted it back to normal, and the doctor had said the new medicine should do it, but I could clearly see that wasn’t the case.
I felt like a complete asshole now. I sat in the now parked car and stared out at nothing. Emily had her own problems to deal with. Her family, her health, and a future of tests to be done if the migraines continued. Saddling her with me, and the future that I might have myself, was just wrong.
I couldn’t walk away from her, though, and again, I imagined that was how my father had felt. For the first time in my life, I truly understood a lot of things I hadn’t been able to comprehend about my father. I’d seen him as a very weak man, a pushover, but he hadn’t been. He’d been a caretaker and a husband.
I didn’t mind that role, now that I understood what it meant to care about a woman as much as I did about Emily. I had never even questioned why I should offer her care. I could have told her to go back to her own place and deal with her problems, but it hadn’t occurred to me to do that. There had simply been no question that I would make sure she recovered.
Something told me she felt the same way. That she’d do the same for me, which was the big difference between my parents and us. Emily wasn’t broken. Not like my mother had been. She would have to make sure she took care of herself, but she was the kind of woman who would manage if it came down to it. She would take care of me if the time came, and she wouldn’t begrudge me a moment of her time. It would just be another chapter of our relationship to her.
I was sure there were people out there who would say I should have let her go a long time ago. It wasn’t fair to not tell her that I might become very ill one day. I just couldn’t admit it to her right now. Yet again, I thought about how it was dishonest to keep it to myself.
My eyes caught my reflection in the windshield, and I stared at myself. You couldn’t see that there was something wrong with me, that there were things happening in my brain and nerves that might mean I�
��d become unable to walk, or breathe, at some point. There were no outward signs that I was a ticking time-bomb.
I wanted to paint the word liar over that reflection, but it wasn’t really a lie, was it? It was withholding information, but not a lie. I knew I’d have to tell her at some point, but for now, I was keeping it to myself.
The sound of a car coming into the parking garage snapped me out of my reverie, and I got out of the car. I had a meeting with the designer, and had to hand over some of the plans that Emily had suggested. Work had begun, and there were workers all over the place now, repairing, building, and preparing the dream I could already see coming true.
I went up to my office, the first full room to be prepared, and made sure my personal assistant was ready for the day. He was ready for me and had the coffee on already when I got in.
“Hi, Dylan. Your appointment isn’t here yet, so if you want to get settled in, I’ll buzz you when she arrives.” The tall, dark-haired man with light blue eyes handed me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Rick. Can you order a dozen roses for me, please? Pink and white. Have them brought here this afternoon, and I’ll fill in the card before I go home.”
“Can do, Mr. James.”
I closed the door to my office and went to my desk. I knew I didn’t have long, but I checked my emails and answered a few before Rick buzzed me.
The rest of the morning was quiet after the meeting, and I ordered lunch. Emily would come in this afternoon and we’d get a few more things done before headed back to the penthouse. It wouldn’t be long before heading home meant riding the elevator up to the penthouse here.
My adoptive parents were happy for me that I’d found someone I wanted to share my life with, but I knew they’d rather have me based out in Kansas. I would have to move some of my people from out there out here, if they made that decision, and the base of operations would change to here. That also meant longer flights when I had to go out to the west coast properties, but I’d deal with it.
I wanted to build something like a normal life here with Emily, and I wanted to start to delegate some of my responsibilities to others. That would mean less traveling and more telecommunicating, but it was something I’d have to do. Especially if my illness progressed. My parents didn’t know about that part, I hadn’t told anyone, but I knew that when I did tell them that they’d understand my reasoning.
Emily came in right after lunch with sparkling nails and a happy face. “We had the biggest hamburgers for lunch!”
“Ah, good, you’ve eaten.” I pulled her into a hug and wondered how soundproof my walls were. The red of her nails was giving my ideas about how it would feel to have those talons scratching down my back.
“I have. I’m going to head up to the penthouse and have a look, want to join me?”
“Yep. I haven’t been up there yet. Let’s go have a look.”
“Want to stop the elevator?” She’d been quiet while we waited for the elevator, but as soon as the doors closed behind us, she got chatty.
“I would rather ride the elevator up and fuck you on our new bed.” I moved in front of her and put my hands on the wall on each side of her head. “I love fucking you in elevators, but I’d rather take my time.”
I looked down to see her teeth catch her lip in a soft bite of anticipation. “You promise?”
“You know I don’t say things I don’t mean, Emily.” I inhaled the scent of her perfume and wished I hadn’t told her we’d wait. I kind of liked the idea of her on her knees sucking me off, but it had been a while for both of us. I wanted to make sure she was satisfied too.
“I know you don’t.” Her hands came up to clutch at my chest, and her eyes glanced at my lips before she looked up into my eyes. “Can’t this thing go any faster?”
“Almost there, baby.” Just to increase her anticipation, I let my hand slide into the waist of her pants and down into her panties. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get things started, though.”
She gasped and then moaned as I slid a finger inside of her. She was already soaking wet and ready for me. I knew she loved sex as much as I did, so I wasn’t the least bit surprised. “You’re so ready for me, Emily.”
“I left Roxie before we even managed to get any shopping done. I just wanted to get back here to you.” Her eyes close as she spoke, and I stroked into her deeper, enough so that my palm was pressed into that most sensitive part of her.
“Then let me give you what you need, Emily.” The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Time to play.
Emily
Thank fuck the migraines went away. That’s all I could think about that. I’ve never felt that terrible in my life and didn’t want to feel it again. The medicine the doctor gave me helped, but when they kept coming back, despite the pain medicine, he’d put me on a medicine that was supposed to prevent them, and I’d kiss him the next time I saw him.
I wasn’t about to take being pain free for granted ever again, not after that. Especially when Dylan was a part of my life now. He was so handsome and sexy, that not having sex with him actually started to depress me. I’d be in between migraines, looking at him and wanting him, but too tired to do anything about it.
Now, my energy was back, and so was my desire for him. He’d rocked my world in our new penthouse earlier, but I needed more. After dinner, I went into the office where he was typing up an email to his adoptive father and made him an offer he couldn’t turn down.
“If you want to have me again, Dylan,” I paused to make sure he looked up to see me in the black lace nightgown and black heels, “you’re going to have to catch me. And maybe tie me up.”
I held up the rope I’d found in his play room and when he went to stand up, I ran away. Only, I cheated, because I ran straight into the bedroom. When he caught me, he lifted me into the air, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“You want to play, pet?” His eyes were as hungry for me as mine were for him.
“You know I do.” My lips found his, but that didn’t stop him from walking me to the bed. He dropped me and studied the length of rope I’d had in my hand.
“I think we can make use of this.”
I stretched out on the bed and waited for him to tie me up. I thought he’d just tied my wrists to the hooks on the back of the headboard, but he went a little further.
Each wrist was tied off to one side of the headboard, and then he took my feet in his hands. I wanted to ask him what he was doing; if he tied my feet together, I couldn’t open my legs, but then it all became clear.
With a rather wicked laugh he pushed my legs back, until they were over my head. Dylan has tied me up dozens of times now, and I’ve found it’s something I like, especially when it’s outside of his playroom. He’s more playful, less dominant, but still a sensual beast when he ties me up outside of that playroom.
When he had my legs tied to the headboard, I had a better idea of what he had planned. He was positioned in front of me with my pussy on full display. It was like he’d created a table of delights for himself, and all he had to do was lean his head down to partake in the offerings.
“Yes, I like this. Is this what it was like in your dream, Emily?”
I’d told him about my dream at the other penthouse. I just hadn’t realized he’d want to turn it into reality so quickly. I wasn’t about to complain.
“Very much so, sir.” I grasped at the ropes that connected me to the headboard and shifted around a little. “I knew you’d like it.”
“I do indeed.” His eyes were on my most intimate parts, bare and ready for his touch. Delight shot through me, mixed with a strong hint of pleasure, and I bit the inside of me lip to stop myself from begging him to touch me already.
Normally, when we weren’t in the playroom, Dylan didn’t bring out the toys, though he would sometimes. As I rested there, tied expertly to the bed, I wanted to ask him to get the nipple clamps. They heightened my awareness and made my nipples tingle with electrifying pleasure. I wanted that a
little bit more.
“What else do you want, pet? I can see it on your face, something is missing.” His fingers reached out to touch me, but I was disappointed when he only trailed his fingers down my ass.
“It’s okay. I just want you to touch me.” I shivered as his smooth hand slid up my thigh, along my calf, and back down to run over my ass. “More, Dylan.”
“Not until you tell me what it was you wanted, pet.” His hand moved closer to the place I wanted him to touch me the most, and I let my head fall back.
His teasing would kill me. He’d keep it up, until I broke and told him, so I might as well get it over with.
“I want the clamps.”
“The suction cups or the metal clamps that squeeze your nipples so tight it aches when I let them go?” His hand went up my leg without missing a beat before it came right back down.
“The suction ones. Just those.” His fingers slid a little closer this time, and then, on the next run up my leg, I felt him touch me softly, just there, on the edge of the most womanly part of me. Then his fingers slid away to explore up my leg again.
“Alright. I won’t be a moment.” He left me, and I sighed, my head propped on the pillows.
He was right, we might as well do this right if we were going to do it. No need for half measures here.
He was back in seconds and leaned over me to attach each of the small suction cups to my nipples. His tongue licked the first nipple, and I felt it all the way down to my clit. His fingers pinched the tight bud and applied the cup before he did the same to the other. I really loved the things and was glad he’d finally forced me to ask for them. I felt the blood as it tried to throb into the constricted skin, and it made my head swim with how good it felt.
I was focused on the sensations, on how it felt as if I had two mouths on my nipples and couldn’t stop the way my hips tried to twist around. “Thank you, Dylan.”
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