Taming Emma

by Natasha Knight

  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 ve
ry 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.

  “I made a reservation at Basil for dinner tonight, I hope you like Italian.”

  “I love it,” she said. Maybe he hadn’t heard her after all. Or maybe he really didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, she decided she wouldn’t be the one to bring it up.

  * * *

  Luke opened the door and waited for Emma to enter the restaurant ahead of him. She looked stunning in the emerald green dress he’d bought her. It was an above-the-knee length boat-neck dress with long split sleeves and sequined cuffs. She wore taupe pumps and subtle fishnet thigh-high stockings beneath with—his favorite part—a quarter-cup bra. She’d only looked at him when she’d taken it out of the box, but he’d explained she might be more comfortable given the tender state of her breasts after that morning’s rough treatment. The bra lifted her full breasts and pushed the peaks to the fine material of the dress. It took all Luke had to keep the image of her in the sexy underthings at bay. There’d be time enough to play later. First they needed to talk.

  They were seated at their table right away and he ordered a bottle of wine while Emma used the ladies’ room. Luke sipped the cool Pinot Grigio while waiting for her to return. Her words earlier that afternoon kept repeating in his mind. She’d told him she loved him and that scared him. No, not that itself; more his own reaction to those three little words. He swore his heart had beaten an extra round as she’d whispered, “I love you” before she’d drifted off to sleep. She’d been so soft, so completely relaxed after her violent orgasm. Leaving her bound with the vibrator inside her had done its job, but maybe too well. He couldn’t have her falling in love with him; it wasn’t a part of the plan. And he certainly couldn’t fall in love with her.

  He stood when she returned to the table, still looking a little shy. She remembered well her words, he’d seen that this afternoon when she’d come downstairs. It would have been easier if she didn’t. Should he bring it up? Clear the elephant from the room? His rational mind assured him that it was just endorphins, the rush of excitement, the energy in their sex play. But his heart told him otherwise.

  “Every man in the room has his eye on you tonight, Emma,” he said.

  She smiled. “I think it’s the dress; you have impeccable taste, Mr. Roark.”

  “I think it’s the woman in the dress.” He sipped his drink. The waiter set their plates in front of them and after ensuring they didn’t need anything else, left them alone.

  They made small talk while eating. Luke watched her intently throughout the meal and only when they’d finished, and the waiter cleared their plates, did he begin.

  “Emma,” he said, not sure how she was going to react to his news, but knowing full well the words he was about to speak were not what she was expecting. “I spoke with Nate today.”

  Her smile disappeared and she put her glass down. He could see her entire body tense.

  “He told me what happened.”

  She picked her half-full glass back up and drank the liquid down.

  “I hope you’ll forgive me for doing it, I was worried.”

  She took a moment before responding. “You had no right to go behind my back,” she said.

  “I wanted to help you and I’m not sorry I did it. You lied to me, Emma. Nate’s been worried; he hasn’t heard from you in two months.”

  “What did he tell you?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, hurt and anger battling for control. He could see the two were at level ground, for now.

  “Everything. I know about the rape, the…consequences of the rape.”

  A sudden swell of emotion made her chest heave as she sucked in a desperate breath. He couldn’t even say what it was: a baby. A baby that didn’t survive.

  “I think I understand what’s going on with you a little better, Emma.”

  “I want to go,” she said, searching through her purse and refusing to meet his eyes once she’d found a tissue. She inhaled another deep, shaky breath, dabbed at the corners of her eyes, and turned to him. “I want to go now.” She was remarkably calm.

  “I also know about the drugs,” he continued.

  “You don’t know anything.” This time she stood.

  His hand closed over her wrist. “I know enough to have an idea what you need. Sit down.”

  “No.”

  “Now, Emma. Sit down. Do it while I’m asking nicely.”

  She considered him and he increased the pressure on her wrist just a little. She sat. “I want to go,” she said again.

  “Hear me out first, then you can decide what you want.”

  She didn’t say anything, but remained seated so he went on. “Nate wanted to come and get you…”

  She cut him off. “No…I’m not going with him.”

  “I told him I’d talk to you and that you’d call him yourself tomorrow,” he said and watched her physically relax. “He wants to help you, to take care of you…”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  “I’m not sure I agree with you on that one.” When she opened her mouth, he put up his hand. “But I’m also not sure I agree with what your brother thinks is best.”

  That worked as he wanted it to. She remained silent, listening.

  “I understand a little better your behavior now that I know this,” he said. “And I think I can help you.”

  “I don’t need your help, Luke.”

  “I think you do,” he said. “You were raped and you got pregnant, Emma. That was hardly your fault.”

  She knew that part, almost believed it. But what happened afterwards was, without a doubt, one-hundred percent her fault.

  “I also think you’ve been punishing yourself ever since.”

  She scanned the room.

  “I know you’ve been using drugs and I understand why, given everything you’ve been through since the accident. I’m not judging you, Emma.”

  “I need to get a taxi,” she said.

  “I own you for the weekend.”

  “I think this nullifies the contract.”

  “I’m sorry, Emma, you’re in no shape to go anywhere alone. Besides, it started snowing a little bit ago.”

  “I need to use t
he ladies’ room,” she said, but waited for his nod before standing.

  He could see she was losing the battle to keep her emotions buried. They needed to come to the surface, to be dealt with and let go, but that didn’t need to happen here.

  “Take your time,” he said.

  * * *

  She walked through the restaurant and down the corridor to the ladies’ room. But instead of stopping there, she slipped out the door and, hugging her arms to herself, walked the few blocks to the hotel where Damien had brought her the first night, wishing now she had rented a car and driven herself. She asked the valet for a taxi. He must have known not to ask questions as he whistled for a waiting cab and opened the door to let her in.

  “Airport, please,” she said.

  * * *

  Five minutes passed. Then ten. Luke asked for the bill and paid, checking his watch one last time before standing. His mouth was set in a thin line as he traced Emma’s steps to the bathroom. He knocked once before opening the door and calling for her. But he didn’t need to do that. He knew she was gone, didn’t he? She’d run.

  “Damn it, Emma!” he muttered, his fists clenched at his sides as he stormed out of the restaurant.

  * * *

  The first snow had begun to fall over Aspen. It was gorgeous, but Emma couldn’t appreciate its beauty just now. She sat twisting her hands in her lap, her eyes wide on the road but seeing nothing. Why had he called Nate and why had Nate told him? She loved her brother and she knew he loved her, but sometimes, she couldn’t understand him. She could take care of herself. It had been two years since the rape; she was a different person now.

  She’d been at a party and high as a kite. She’d been doing some heavy drugs at that point and, to be honest, she didn’t know herself how bad things had gotten, how far she’d gone. She remembered the night as well as the face of the man who’d raped her. They’d been partying together, she knew him; well, that wasn’t really true. She’d seen him at other parties, maybe even flirted a little bit. But she’d said no, she was sure of that. And even if she hadn’t, there was no way she’d been in any shape to say yes. Unless the limp body of a girl too high to talk was a green light to him. When she’d found out she was pregnant, Nate had wanted her to abort the baby. But that was one thing she just couldn’t do.