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Emily had never experienced anything quite so amazing in her entire life. Nothing in her past, no experience she'd had, could touch what Matt had just given her. Her limbs felt like molten metal, heavy, warm, safe, and comfortable. Matt's heart pounded beneath her ear, and his arms were wrapped around her, providing a protective cocoon from the world and for a few minutes, she was happy to remain completely motionless, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy as she recovered from her punishment. She felt better, free of guilt for what she'd done and calm in the knowledge that Matt understood her transgression, had punished her for it, and was now wrapping her in love and understanding
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Matt moved, lifting her in his arms as he slid from the couch and down onto the soft carpet. He settled her more carefully in his lap, and reached across to the table, bringing a bottle of water to her lips. “Drink,” he demanded quietly and she did as she was told, gulping down the water, only realizing she was parched as he offered her the liquid to soothe her dry throat.
When her thirst had been quenched, Matt placed the bottle back on the table and leaned forward, snagging the tray of food that Paul had brought out earlier. He cut a wedge of cheese and brought it to her lips, placing it in her mouth with the utmost care and then providing her with a sip of wine to wash it down.
They sat together, with Matt feeding her, for ages in a blissful, companionable silence. Emily couldn't remember a time when she'd felt so incredibly sated and comfortable and her heart swelled as she regarded Matt through lust-filled eyes.
Matt took a ripe red strawberry from the tray and pressed it to her lips, watching lovingly as she took a bite and the juice dripped down onto her chin. Before she had an opportunity to lick it away herself, Matt leaned down and did it, swiping his tongue across her chin, and swallowing heavily as he gazed into her eyes. He stared down at her mouth for a long minute, before he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to possess and plunder. “I need you, sweetheart,” he whispered against her throat. “I need you, so badly.”
Emily's heart swelled with delight and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting the blanket slip away from her naked body. “I'm yours,” she whispered, “I think I always should have been.”
Matt lowered her down to the floor and stood up, stripping off the leather pants and standing before her, utterly naked. Emily gazed up at him, and offered him a sultry smile. “Leathers suit you. Naked suits you better.”
Matt rubbed his hand across his swollen, aching shaft and eyed her with hooded eyes. “Naked suits you better than anything else, sweetheart. I think I'm going to keep you naked, from now on whenever we're playing.”
He draped the blanket across the couch and then lowered himself onto it and sat before Emily with his legs spread, his penis brushing up against his stomach and crooked a finger in her direction. “Come and love me, sweetheart.”
Emily crawled across to him and knelt between his legs, eyeing his shaft with undisguised interest. “I want to taste you,” she whispered huskily.
Matt smiled lazily and leaned back further in the seat. “I can't think of anything I'd like more. Actually, one thing, but this'll… aaaaahhhh.”
Matt's head slammed against the back of the couch as Emily took him in her mouth, pressing her tongue across the head of his penis and licking across the slit. He was big, long, and thick and she relished the opportunity to give him back some of the pleasure he'd given her. She nibbled across his penis, swiping her tongue along its length, sucking him deeply into her mouth and rubbing his balls gently between her fingers. Matt groaned and arched his back, shoving himself further into her mouth and Emily inhaled through her nose, determined to give him the most amazing blowjob he'd ever received. She measured out his length with her hand, wrapping her fingers around his shaft at the point where she could comfortably manage him in her mouth and proceeded to lick, nibble, and suck him until he was groaning his delight and had his fingers intertwined in her hair, holding her as he gently pumped in and out of her lips.
“If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop now,” he gasped the warning a few minutes later, tightening his hold in her hair as he approached his climax.
Emily suckled him harder in response, enjoying his taste, his size, the delight of giving this man something in return for his kindness. He stiffened in the seat and then exploded, and Emily swallowed down the salty warm liquid, enjoying the sensation of Matt's pumping into her mouth in time with her heartbeat.
When she released him, Matt was watching her, his hooded eyes sated and a smile crept across his handsome features. “You're amazing, Em.”
“So are you,” she responded quietly.
He drew her up and she settled across his lap, her legs tucked underneath her and groaned when his shaft rubbed across her engorged clit. Matt leaned forward and suckled one of her breasts into his mouth, tweaking and pinching the other nipple as he rubbed himself against her, and they both groaned in unison at the heat they were building up together.
“Please, please Matt,” Emily begged.
Matt lifted her and in one smooth motion, lowered her onto his waiting shaft and they both panted as he slowly lowered her over his length. In this position, he seemed even bigger and Emily could feel the strain as she stretched to accommodate him.
Matt was gritting his teeth in his effort to keep from pushing into her too fast and she leaned forward, leaning against his shoulder as inch by inch, he filled her.
“Oh, Christ, sweetheart, that feels so amazing,” Matt said huskily as she managed to take him to the hilt and their groins rubbed together.
He wrapped his hands around her ass and slid forward a little, so he could gain better traction. He began to deliberately pump in and out and Emily felt another climax approaching, began the steady upwards path towards a blissful explosion of release.
Matt captured one of her breasts in his mouth again, suckling heavily against the nipple before he bit down gently, and then soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue. Emily began to move up and down on him, aware of nothing but this man below her, the man whom she knew she was falling in love with. The thought was enough to tip her over the edge and she shrieked his name as she climaxed and collapsed against his chest. Matt followed her, a minute or so later, and he rested his sweaty forehead against hers, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as they both waited for their heartbeats to slow to a normal pace.
“So,” Matt said, still sounding breathless a few minutes later. “Does this mean we're going to see each other again?”
“Absolutely,” Emily agreed with a smile.
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Chapter Seventeen
Emily was almost ready to head downstairs when her cell phone rang and she couldn't ignore the gleeful leap of her heart. Matt Pendleton wasn't the only person who had her cell number, but he was certainly one of a select few. Snatching up the phone, she glanced at the caller ID and grinned. “Hello?”
Matt's deep voiced curled around her senses. “Hi Em. How are you?”
“Matt, hello. I'm fine. I'm glad you called.” Emily rolled her eyes, conscious of how ridiculously enthusiastic she sounded. Three days had passed since she'd been ambushed by Matt at Paul's house, and she was still dealing with tiny orgasmic clenches in her womb, which erupted every time she thought about their time together. They'd made love three times – once in the living room and twice more in Paul and Mandy's playroom, which Paul had loaned to Matt for the duration of the evening. A smile tugged at her lips as she recalled the sexy strength of Matt's domination, the way he treated her with respect, while beginning to test out her boundaries. They had much to learn about each other, but Emily was more confident now that they could make this work. Matt had left her with no qualms concerning his commitment; they'd lain together and discussed his week of 'training' from Paul, and his desire to learn even more, so he could be t
he Dom she needed. While he had no experience, he more than made up for it with enthusiasm and Emily had no doubt he would do everything in his power to be what she needed. In turn, she would submit to him during their playtimes, and build trust in him as their relationship developed.
She could hear Matt's smile when he responded and knew he'd no doubt heard the little touch of relief in her voice. “I promised I would.”
There was a little silence at the end of the line while Emily took a deep breath and tried to control her fluttering heart. How could this man have such an impact on her? She hardly knew him, it had been barely a month since they'd met and yet she couldn't ignore the tiny tingle in every nerve ending when she heard his husky voice over the line. “I'm glad you did.”
“How's your day been?” Matt questioned.
“Yeah, it was good. I went running with Bud this morning, had lunch with Sally and some of the other staff and this afternoon I've been studying for exams, they start in about a month.”
“Bud?” Matt questioned and Emily could hear the blatant curiosity in his voice.
“You met him when you picked me up from Salacious that first night. He's one of security guards here; he was the one who escorted me down to your car when we went out to dinner.”
“The gorilla guy?”
Emily giggled at the description. “I'm sure Bud would love to hear that depiction,” Emily smiled. “He can be fairly intense, and he's great to have on your side in a bar fight, but I'm not sure I'd describe him as a gorilla.”
“You go running with this Bud often?”
“Every day. Bud enjoys the exercise and so do I, so we try to do a half hour run whenever we can squeeze one in.” There was a silence at the other end of the line and Emily waited, wondering why Matt wasn't responding. “Matt?”
“Yeah, I'm here.” Matt inhaled heavily, and Emily had to wonder at his response. “He's a friend of yours, huh?”
Emily smiled, wondering if Matt's response was what she thought it was. Possessiveness. A desire to keep her, own her. Warning herself not to get too carried away, she had to remind herself Matt wasn't truly a Dom yet, his reaction might not be anything at all. “He and I have been friends for a couple of years. He usually goes along with me when I'm with clients, ensures I'm safe. And he's head of security at Salacious.” She paused, wondering if she dared to ask the question she most wanted the answer to. Would it be pushing the relationship too far, too fast, to ask what his emotional response was to her spending time with Bud? Was his reaction possessiveness – or something else entirely?
To her amazement, Matt provided the answer without her needing to ask. “This is crazy, Emily. I've known you for a month and I'm bat shit crazy over the idea of you spending time with another man.”
“There's nothing between us, Matt, Bud really is just a friend.” It was Emily's turn to pause and she considered how to deal with this situation. “I promised you I wouldn't see any other men while we sort this out, and I keep my promises.”
She could hear the tension in Matt's voice when he spoke again. “I know, Em. I trust you, I really do. It's just when I hear you speaking about other men, all I can hear is a voice in my head, shouting at me. Telling me your mine. I don't like the idea of you spending time with any other men, yet I know I'm going to come off as being a possessive asshole because of it. And I'm not, not really. I just… shit… it's as if I have an overwhelming urge to protect you from everyone and everything.”
Em smiled happily. “Sounds to me like you might be thinking like a Dom, Matt.”
“Really? It's okay to feel like this?”
“Matt,” Emily began softly, chewing her lip nervously. “It's important… if anything is going to develop between us… it's important that we're completely open and honest with one another. And yes, I think it's okay to feel like this.” She giggled softly. “Of course, I'd prefer it if you could learn to accept that I will have friendships with other men and that there's nothing sinister behind them, but it's kind of nice to know you're there to watch my back.”
Matt inhaled sharply. “I think this sense of possessiveness is already developing. And I promise I won't be an insensitive asshole who doesn't allow you to choose your friends, and won't let you spend time with other men. I think I just need to get my head around all this.” She could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “Paul says I should enroll in Dom school. Did you know there was such a thing? Apparently, I can do an apprenticeship, of sorts, and you can be my crash test dummy. What do you think?”
Emily played with the ribbon on the neckline of her shirt and grinned. “I think I'd love to. And I like the fact that you're feeling possessive about me.”
His next words came out in a rush. “This whole situation… it's amazing. I fucked you on Saturday night and it was the most incredible experience of my life… Hell, I don't know how to explain it. I wanted to get so deep inside you I could imprint myself on your soul. I'm man enough to admit the idea of what you want, what you need is a turn on for me. A huge fucking arousal. And it's frightening the shit out of me. I know I'm supposed to be in charge, but I don't know how to be what you need, provide you with what you want and I don't want to…” Matt swallowed deeply and she could hear the sound through the phone. “Jesus, Emily, I don't want to fuck this up.”
Emily slumped down onto a chair, processing everything he'd said, aware of the dampness in her panties even as he breathed out his desires and fears. Her nipples beaded and hardened against the cups of her bra and she wished she was with Matt, could sit at his feet and show him how much his words meant to her. “I don't think you will fuck this up, Matt. Saturday night was wonderful – you gave me everything I needed and more. I appreciate it, more than I can say in words and I know this is all new for you, but I absolutely believe you can handle it.”
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The sexy sound of her voice across the phone connection was going to undo him and Matt settled deeper into the couch, lifting his long legs up onto the coffee table. He was glad he'd waited until after the kids went to bed to make this phone call to Emily, although he had taken the precaution of warning Courtney, in the spirit of continued cooperation that he intended on talking to Em tonight. Courtney had taken the news quietly, but hadn't argued or started a fight with him over it. Matt had to hope that meant she was coming to terms with the idea of her father dating again and he'd deliberately waited until she was settled in bed before he made the call, not wanting to antagonize the status quo if he could possibly help it.
“I'll do my best, Em, I promise. I'll do whatever I can, to be what you need me to be.”
He could see her smile in his mind, and his dick jolted at the memory of Saturday night. Paul had described a couple of simple scenes for him to run through with Emily if things went well, and as the evening had gone so exceedingly well, Matt had led her to Paul and Mandy's 'playroom' as they called it, to follow through on some of Paul's ideas after they'd made love the first time. One scenario had been for Matt to spread Em out on what Paul told him was a flogging table, restraining her wrists and ankles, and he'd teased her with a soft leather flogger and a set of nipple clamps – which Paul had taught him how to use by getting him to practice on his own damn nipples. He'd been embarrassed by the idea at first, but was glad when it came to putting them on Em's nipples that he'd had firsthand experience. He didn't ever intend to hurt her with anything they did, unless, as Paul suggested “It was a pleasurable pain that Emily could enjoy.”
He was about to respond to a question Emily had asked, when he caught a subtle movement in the open doorway from the corner of his eye. He got to his feet and quickly stepped around the couch, his bare feet soundless on the carpet as he approached the door.
Courtney stood there, tears falling silently down her cheeks. He didn't know how long she'd been within earshot, but his heart plunged when he guessed it was long enough to hear at least part of his and Emily's conversation. Cursing silently, he mur
mured into the phone. “I'm sorry, Em, I've got to go.”
With an increasing sense of urgency, Matt disconnected the call, dropping his cell phone onto a side table and approaching Courtney as if she was a frightened deer caught in headlights. “Courtney… honey—”
She glanced up at him, and he saw the intensity of the pain she was suffering in her brown eyes when she glared at him. “Don't speak to me. I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!”
Before Matt could stop her, Courtney had turned away, pounding up the stairs, and he heard her bedroom door slam from the other end of the hallway.
He lifted his hands and raked them through his hair, staring after her in total dismay.
Fuck.
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Chapter Eighteen
“Matt, what the hell is going on? How could you be so stupid? Is what Courtney is saying true?” Gina stood in front of Matt, her arms crossed over her chest and she appeared to be in a mood to take no prisoners. Whisky brown eyes, so resembling her older brother's, were flashing fire and revealed the determination which meant she wasn't going to take 'fuck off' for an answer.
Matt sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. Dragging Gina and Paula into this mess had been a last ditch option, one he didn't want to avail himself of, but it had been over a week since Courtney overheard his conversation with Emily and it had been seven days of pure, unadulterated hell. Courtney wouldn't even look at him, much less speak to him, she hadn't been to school, and wouldn't leave her room. So far, he'd kept his parents out of the loop, because he honestly couldn't bring himself to tell them the truth. He was ashamed of what he'd done, and although he cursed Courtney for eavesdropping, he knew he was at fault. He should never have been conducting a conversation like that with anyone, not when he had impressionable children in the house. He'd cussed himself six ways to Sunday for his stupidity and swore to himself he would do anything to resolve this situation with his eldest daughter. “She talked to you?” he questioned eagerly. He'd suffered through a barrage of sleepless nights, endless worry, and a sense of hopelessness he couldn't overcome, trying to figure out what the hell he could do to fix this situation. He hadn't spoken to Emily since Courtney overheard their conversation, and he couldn't even bring himself to text her with an explanation. He'd been a fucking fool, to think he could make this work. And now, his world seemed to be imploding. He raked his fingers through his hair… again – in what had become a habitual symbol of his distress in the past few days.
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