“Where are we going?” Emily asks.
“It’s a surprise. I believe you’ll like it.”
“I’d rather go back to your place.”
I chuckle at her timid words. “You need to get fucked, Em?”
“When you say it like that it sounds… dirty.”
“It is dirty. The way I do it, anyway.”
“All I know is you make me feel like I’ve been doing it wrong all my life.”
“You have. I bet you wish you’d visited your uncle sooner, huh?”
“Fuck yeah!”
She finally cracks a smile. Reaching over, I squeeze her thigh. “You know, for a school teacher, you have a filthy mouth.”
“It’s kind of my guilty pleasure. I try my best not to do it in public, so when I’m alone, I let it all go.”
“Like that day in the pet shop?”
“Yeah,” she draws out the word. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“I’m glad I did.”
I slide my hand up her thigh, giving it another squeeze. She shifts in her seat, her body telling me she wants more.
“Is your pussy getting wet, Emily?”
“Um… maybe? You could check.”
“Don’t tempt me, naughty girl. We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
“Here,” I announce as I turn into the parking lot.
“The mall? What are we doing here?”
“A little of what you women call retail therapy. I figured it would cheer you up.”
“That’s sweet of you, Venom, but I’m not really a retail therapy kinda woman. I prefer to just curl up with a good book.”
Well, that’s not the reaction I was expecting.
“Besides, I told you what I want to do.”
“Okay, consider this one for me,” I offer as I park. “I’ll like watching you model all the sexy shit I’m going to buy you.”
“You don’t need to spend money on me.”
“Really?” I ask, incredulous. “That’s what you got out of what I said?”
I hop out of the Jeep and stomp around to the passenger side, ripping the door open. She watches me, eyes wide in surprise and a bit of fear. I unbuckle the seat belt, grabbing her left knee to swing her around to face me. Her hands fly to my shoulders, lips parting with a gasp when I wedge myself between her legs.
“We’re going to go into every store I say, and you’re going to try on whatever I pick out until you get me so fucking worked up I’ll imagine all the things I’m going to do to you. Then when we get home, I’m going to do every single one. You got that?”
Her head bobs up and down, thighs pressing into my hips.
“Good.” I give her a smile meant to soften the harshness of my tone. “Now let’s go.”
CHAPTER 11
***Venom***
Two hours.
Two fucking hours of watching Emily parade around in shit that would be features in every man’s wet dreams. We did tight, short, low-cut, lace, you name it. The lingerie store? My personal favorite. With the commission she’ll be getting, the sales girl will be wearing that smile we left her with for a while. The bags are packed on the back seat, and I can’t wait to get home so I can rip one of those lacy things from Emily’s body. I’ve been hard since the first store, so it’s taking all my willpower not to pull over and drag her onto my lap. I took her to dinner, hoping it would distract me enough to cool down, but no dice.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“What?” I turn to her, wondering what I missed while I was lost in thought.
“I said you’re crazy. I can’t believe you bought all that stuff.”
“You better believe you’ll be wearing every single item. Starting tonight.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. I know just the one, too.”
I can picture it now… green to match her eyes, lace on top, some sheer mesh shit on the bottom, the stringy scrap of material they call panties. She’d tried on the top over her bra so I didn’t get the full effect of it, but she still looked amazing.
“Which one is that?”
“You’ll see. Just make sure you’re ready with the next thing on your list.”
“I’m ready. I know what I want next.”
“Oh?” I raise a brow. “What is it?”
“I want you to tie me up.” Her words come out on a hurried breath.
Fuck.
I press on the accelerator, never wishing more that I was on my bike.
Once we’re back in Stony View, I head straight to my place. We unload the bags, Emily kicking off her shoes and throwing her jacket on the couch before going directly to my room. I search the bags for the outfit I want and then join her, finding her sitting on the bed waiting for me. I hand her the bag with a smirk.
“Take a shower and put this on for me.”
“Okay.”
While she’s in the bathroom, I use the time to calm down. No woman has ever made me this excited and I’m not sure how to handle it. This is my domain. Here, I’m the boss. I can’t lose control no matter how much Emily makes my blood boil.
I grab the toy chest from the closet, intending to remove some cuffs. However, I decide to let Emily choose the one she wants. This is her first time, and I want her to be as comfortable as possible.
She emerges from the bathroom and I swear there’s a heavenly glow behind her.
“Oh, fuck.” She moves forward, blinking up at me, trying to gauge my reaction. “You look amazing, darlin’. Sexy as fuck.”
She stands before me, chest heaving, eyes locked on mine.
“You like it?” Her voice is soft, words hopeful.
“I fucking love it.” I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump that’s suddenly formed in my throat. I shake it off, remembering where we are—my turf. “All the things in this box? I got them for you. I want you to choose the ones you want to use tonight.”
Emily stares at the contents of the box like the proverbial kid in the candy store. She probably has no idea what most of the items are, but her excitement and willingness to learn are sexy as hell. She picks one up, brows knitted as she turns to me.
“Are these… anal beads?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Have you ever done anal play?”
“No, nothing.” She shakes her head.
“Then you’re not ready for these yet. Is it something on your list?”
“Maybe we could add that for later?”
I nod, watching her rifle through the box once more. She removes the nipple clamps, placing them on the bed.
“I liked these.”
My dick jumps. I like that she likes them. In fact, I love it. Her tits looked amazing with those clamps hanging off her nipples. She may not know it, but Emily likes her sex with a bit of pain, and I’m the man to give it to her.
Next, she sets the blindfold alongside the clamps. My mind starts going crazy with the possibilities of what I can do with those two items. Then she grabs the restraints. It’s on.
“I think that’s it for tonight,” she says.
“Okay.”
I put away the box, reaching behind me and pulling off my T-shirt as I approach Emily once more. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slowly take her in from head to toe. She looks away, still uncomfortable with my appreciation of her body.
“Lose the panties, Emily.”
I was planning to rip them off, but I definitely want her to wear this again. With shaking hands, she pushes her underwear down, revealing her marvelous pussy. When I don’t move, she attempts to cover herself. One look of warning and her arms drop to her sides. I walk to the end of the bed, flipping the hidden lid on the custom footboard. She watches, eyes widening in increments as I pull out the metal bars, snapping them into place.
“That’s… creative.”
“I’m a resourceful man.”
“I’ll say.”
With everything in place,
I turn to her. “Come here.”
At the change in the tone of my voice, she snaps to attention, hurrying over. I attach the restraints to the chains on the side bars before securing her hands and adjusting the length of the chains.
“Okay?”
She nods. I reach for the nipple clamps and blindfold, pushing the lace aside to uncover her breasts. I lick each nipple, bringing them to stiff peaks before attaching the clamps. She hisses but her head falls back, teeth sinking into her bottom lip with a moan.
“Emily.” Her eyes meet mine. “You understand that if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so, right?” She nods again. “Words, Emily.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good.”
I cover her eyes, then stand back so I can appreciate my handiwork. The sight of her practically has my dick forcing my zipper down. Fuck. I kick off my jeans, then stand as close to her as I can without touching her. She gasps, tipping her face up. I trail my fingertips up her sides, watching a shiver work its way through her body.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now… how many nasty things I want to do to you.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I think I need to add a playroom to the house. I’m craving a three-sixty degree view of Emily right now. As sexy as the lingerie is, I need her naked. I don’t think she’ll be wearing this thing again after all. I press my lips to hers, distracting her as I curl my fingers into the neckline and giving it a yank. It rips down the middle, drawing a startled gasp from her. I work on the straps next, the flimsy material falling to the floor. My fingertips ghost over her breasts, then up her stomach, her body trembling before me. Gripping her hips, I pull her forward so my hard dick presses into her stomach.
“Venom, please….”
I gently tug on the clamp chain, leaning forward to suck on the fleshy tops of her breasts. Her hips press into mine while she moans. With a grin, I admire the marks I left before moving down to my knees, dropping gentle kisses on her stomach.
“Spread your legs.” I watch them open, licking my lips at the evidence of her arousal on her inner thighs. “You’re fucking dripping for me, Emily.”
She whimpers, the chains rattling as she pulls on them. I slide two fingers between her lips, sucking her juices from them. I can’t remember the last time a woman’s taste made me want to eat her pussy every fucking night, but Emily? Shit. She makes my mouth water. I lean in, letting my warm breath caress her pussy. Her hips go wild, begging me to move things along. Instead of giving her my tongue, I kiss her thighs.
“Jesus, Venom. You’re killing me.”
Her thighs quiver under my tongue as I lick at the juices trickling down. I drop soft kisses on her hips, her mound, everywhere except where I really want to, where she’s dying for me to. I slip a finger inside her, watching her face as I glide it in and out. She clenches around it, but there are no signs of pain. She groans in frustration when I stop. I grab a condom from the nightstand, smiling at her restlessness. She can’t keep still, head moving around to try and pinpoint my location. I kick off my boxers, roll the condom on, and stand before Emily once more.
“Venom?”
“I’m here.”
“Maybe this blindfold wasn’t such a good idea. I want to see you.”
“You don’t need to see me.” I trail my nose along her neck, her body shivering as I whisper against her skin, “Feel me, Emily.”
Cradling her face, I place a gentle kiss on her lips. She tries to deepen it but I pull back, smacking her ass. She yelps, offering an apology.
“Sorry. You’re in charge.”
“That’s right. Naughty girls don’t get to come, Emily.”
“I’ll be good, I promise.”
I chuckle, pressing the head of my dick to her clit. She groans, spreading her thighs wider. I wrap my arms around them, lifting her off the floor and sliding inside her.
“Venom,” she moans.
Her thighs tremble, pussy tightening around me. I don’t move, savoring the feeling of her tight, wet, paradise pussy. “Fuck.”
We need to talk. I have to feel her bare. I’ll take every test she wants me to, but me and Emily skin to skin will happen.
I pull back slowly, sinking into her again. Her moans spur me on and I move faster, pumping into her. Her muscles contract, gripping me with every thrust. I grab the clamp chain between my teeth, tugging on it.
“Fuck, that feels so good. More… more!”
I pull out of her, lifting her as I kneel, placing her legs on my shoulders. Burying my face in her pussy, I suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out, thighs locking around my head, and I moan when her taste hits my tongue. I can’t get enough of this woman. Swirling my tongue over her lips, I slip it inside her and growl as she screams. I shift again, wrapping her legs around my hips as I slam into her.
“Venom!”
“Scream as loud as you need to, Emily. No one around to hear you but me, and I love that shit.”
“Oh… I think… God, I’m coming!”
I sink my fingertips into her ass cheeks, giving her everything I have, every ounce of strength, every inch of my dick. Her pussy clamps down on me. My balls tighten. The moment she starts to spasm, I erupt inside her.
“Venom!” she screams again.
“Fuck!”
I thrust deep, holding my position as we both ride out our orgasms. Once I’ve come down, I release her hands and lay her on the bed. She’s limp, breathing heavily. I slip the clamps off, soothing her nipples with my mouth. She moans but doesn’t move. I doubt she can.
Her eyes flutter open when I remove the blindfold.
“Wow.”
“Thanks, but that’s not even my best, darlin’.”
I walk away to the sound of her giggles, disposing of the condom and taking care of the toys. When I return after a shower, Emily is under the covers, already drifting off. I could curl up next to her and sleep, breathe in her scent all night. I could, but I won’t.
I can’t.
I think I’d like it too much.
***Emily***
Beard burn.
It’s a thing.
Ooh, lawd, it’s a thing! My thighs and vag lips are sore in a way that hurts but reminds me of Venom’s head buried between my legs. I’ve gone from living without oral to not knowing if I can live without it. It’s that good.
He’s that good.
It’s all I can think about as Rianne takes me through my paces. That and trying to figure out what I’m going to get him for Christmas. I know we’re not a couple, but still, it’s only a Christmas gift. I don’t even care if he gets me anything; I’d say fulfilling a girl’s every fantasy is more than enough. Not to mention all the clothes and lingerie he bought me. It included new sets of workout gear, one of which I’m now wearing. I was fine with my T-shirt and leggings, but apparently he prefers the close-fitting sleeveless tank—which, thank God, covers the hickeys he left behind—and capris. He threw a bunch of stats at me and reasons why the material is better, but he doesn’t know I heard the comment he whispered under his breath about how great my ass looks in them. For once, I’m inclined to agree. Or maybe it’s knowing that’s what he thinks. The look in his eyes last night when I stepped out of the bathroom… never in my life have I felt that desired, like I was the only woman in the world, the only one who mattered.
My first boyfriend, we were each other’s firsts. Nick was always eager, but after the first couple of times, it seemed he was more interested in the act itself than in me. Still, I thought I was in love and willing to work on our relationship. When I finally tried to talk to him about it, he confirmed I was right. Turns out I was practice for the girl he really wanted. He needed to get his virginity and awkwardness out of the way so he wouldn’t embarrass himself with her. Needless to say, I was crushed.
Enter James.
We worked together at a fast food restaurant one summer in high school and kept in touch after. When I went o
ff to college, he enrolled in an automotive technician program. After what happened with Nick, I went home for a weekend and James and I ended up meeting for drinks. One thing led to another and we hooked up. I wasn’t proud of myself, but at least he wasn’t some random guy. We kept seeing each other, stepping things up when I moved back home after graduation. To be honest, I was shocked when he asked me to marry him. We had nothing to build a marriage on, but I figured I could do worse.
We were doing well at first. I had no delusions that he was hopelessly in love with me, and I knew he wasn’t Prince Charming, but we were okay. Things began to go downhill after our third year when money became tight. By year five, the verbal abuse began. Year seven, I found out he was cheating. I still don’t know why I stayed. I was going through the motions until the threat of losing the house sobered me up. I was on the mortgage, too, and I couldn’t risk the damage to my credit. Once I had it sorted out, I concentrated on fixing my life. I left him, even gave him the house. There’s no way I could live in there with all the bad memories. Nick may have cracked my shell, but James broke me. Getting away from him was the best decision I ever made.
Coming to Stony View is a close second.
If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Venom. I probably wouldn’t have found out that men like him exist. He’s my very own knight on a shiny black mechanical stallion. In this story, Humpty Dumpty is made whole again. He’s slowly helping me piece my life back together, and it’s not just the sex. He’s funny, kind, caring, smart, and amazing in bed. If he was the relationship type, he’d be the perfect boyfriend—a man you can bring home to your parents, but who will tie you up and do soul-stealing things to your body.
I’m seriously going to sit and make that fucking list. Now that I know he’s serious, I need to put some thought into it, rank everything by order of importance. After all, I don’t know how long this thing is going to last.
“Good job, Emily! You did great today.”
Rianne’s bubbly voice pulls me out of my head and I flash her a smile. That smile gets brighter when I notice Venom approaching from behind her.
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