by Suzy Shearer
Emma’s eyes widened as she looked over at Simon. She got a rush of heat between her legs as he looked at her hungrily.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be responsible for what happens.” His voice was husky, filled with sexual longing. Emma gulped. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of him standing over her. Controlling her.
“Oh god, Emma. Please don’t look at me that way. I…I want to take you here on the floor.”
Emma dropped her eyes to the floor. This man was exciting her more than any man had ever done. He was forceful and strong. Somehow she was reacting to him as if he had bound her to bed.
He stood and began pacing, then stopped in front of her. Emma looked up.
“Em, I really want you. But.”
Great, she thought. Here it comes. He’s going to say he’s involved or something I won’t like.
“Hey, don’t look so worried. I just want to be honest with you from the outset. You can then decide whether you want me to go home or stay. Okay?”
Warily she replied, “Okay.”
“I told you I’m a bossy man. In fact I’m more than bossy. I’m controlling. I like to call the shots but I would never do anything to hurt my partner.”
Up until he mentioned hurting, Emma was excited. Then her heart plummeted. She must have shown some sort of disappointment on her face because Simon knelt down in front of her.
“What is it? I guess you don’t like controlling men.”
“It isn’t that.”
“Then what? I’m so attracted to you. Please, Em, if we’re going to start something, I want us to be honest from the get-go.”
She blurted out. “I…um…I like pain, like being controlled, prefer it rough.”
He just stood and stared at her. She was frightened. Maybe she should not have told him that. As soon as it had left her lips she cringed. Other men she had told looked at her as if she was weird and left her or else thought it meant she would do anything with them.
Slowly, an amazing grin came onto his face.
His words rushed out. “If I demanded that you give me control, you’d let me? If I wanted you bound, you’d let me? Say I wanted to play sexy games with you, then you would be happy to play?”
Emma felt her face redden as she nodded.
His grin got wider. “Oh my god!”
He picked up her hand. She looked at him shyly, not sure what he was thinking or saying.
“I knew there was something about you that attracted me. I thought it was because you are so beautiful.”
He shook his head again and gave a little laugh.
“Most times I need to be in control during sex. I love to have a woman tied up. I love to control all her reactions. Unfortunately, most women seem to consider it rape even when they consent and asked for me to take control and tie them.”
“When I saw you, it was all I could do to stop myself from pushing you to the ground and having you on the stairs. Then when you took me to the auditorium, I wanted to push you onto that counter and fuck you till you screamed.”
He kissed her fingers.
Emma was confused. “But you said you’d never do anything to hurt your partner. I…tying them and that, well, maybe they would get hurt.”
“I meant mentally hurt. I mean I would never physically hurt a woman. Never abuse her. But during sex sometimes things get rough, sometimes I demand too much.”
He smiled across at her.
“When I saw you at the top of the stairs, I got this jolt of excitement. Then when you almost fell and I caught you. Your touch, well, it made me want more. When I saw those shoes of yours, I got more excited. I hoped you were the sort of woman who enjoys their pleasures a little out of the norm. That you had maybe, um…dark desires.”
Emma wondered if she should tell him all of her dark desires, then thought, why not? He was the one who wanted honesty. At least he would know just how dark her desires were.
Softly she said, “I do have much darker desires.”
“Tell me.” His voice was a throaty whisper.
“I like pain. I need pain.”
He groaned and then grinned at her.
His voice was husky as he whispered, “Please tell me, tell me if I wanted to whip you, you’d let me.”
It was Emma’s turn to groan.
“Yes.”
She looked at Simon, amazed that she was revealing so much to him.
He looked into her eyes. “Tell me honestly. Do you really like pain a lot?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I love it. I covet it. Without it, I rarely climax. I loved being whipped, being hurt, being helpless. I need someone who can control me, give me the pain I crave.”
“So would you say you’re a true sexual masochist?”
“Yes.” Emma pushed her chin up in defiance and proudly said, “Yes, I am.”
“You are perfect! Oh, Em.”
He leant forward and kissed her softly.
“As well as being rather bossy, I really enjoy whipping a woman.”
He looked at her seriously. “I hope I haven’t stepped on someone else’s toes. I mean, I hope you aren’t married or with someone.”
Emma laughed wryly. “No chance of that. More often than not when I tell a man I’m a masochist they tell me good-bye.”
“Well I’m definitely not going to say that unless you want me to.”
Emma gasped and looked at him quickly. She felt a flutter somewhere around her heart.
“You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I could spend my life fucking you.” He shook his head. “No, that’s wrong, I could spend my life making love to you, controlling you, learning all about you.”
Emma giggled. She still could not quite believe that this handsome hunk liked the same type of sex as she did. She got excited thinking of what possibilities lay ahead. He looked at her earnestly.
“I can’t believe this. I truly can’t.”
Simon leant forward and kissed her softly. He sat back on his heels before her.
“Have you always liked pain?”
“Since I was sexually active. I mean in the beginning I had ‘normal’ sex, but something was missing, I rarely enjoyed it. Never climaxed. I gradually realised what it was. Mind you, I am a complete wimp with pain outside of sex, but when you hurt me during sex, I go crazy.”
“Okay, that’s actually good. I don’t know that I would like to hurt you outside of sex play.”
“You should see me if I cut my finger or stub my toes. I want to call an ambulance!”
Simon laughed loudly as Emma grimaced.
“Well, Ms. Cunningham. What do we do now?”
Emma looked down at him. He had a sexy grin on his face and she could only smile in reply.
“I’d take you out for dinner but I don’t want you on that foot. Instead, I’ll order in later. In the meantime, I want to learn all about you.”
“I can cook. I am a chef, you know.”
“I told you, you’re not to be on that foot much.”
“Oh.”
“I did tell you, Em. I’m bossy.”
“Yes, yes you did.”
“It’s not too late to send me home.”
“I don’t want to.”
He grinned at her. “Well, in that case. Do as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir,” Emma jokingly replied.
“Mm, I like the sound of that.”
He got to his feet and sat alongside her. Lifting her legs, he placed them across his knees, his hands casually rubbing them.
“Tell me honestly, Em, why on earth isn’t there a man in your life? You’re beautiful, talented. I can’t believe a man hasn’t snapped you up.”
“Like I said, the men I’ve met don’t appreciate my little quirks. I was going out with one for a while but it just never worked. That was years ago. What about you? No woman in your life?”
“Never had the time, if I’m honest. It’s only been in the last ten years that I’ve realised I
want someone in my life. I’m forty-five years old, I’ll soon be forty-six and I’ve just never met a woman who excites me.” He looked Emma in the eye. “Until now.”
She gave a gasp. The feel on his hands on her legs was distracting but she was surprised by his words.
“Don’t look so surprised, Em. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m very attracted to you, that you excite me.”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
“Why?”
“Just not the usual response I get when I do lower my guard and tell a man my more intimate secrets.”
“Oh, you’ve got a response from me. Dare I say a hard one.”
Emma couldn’t stop her giggle. In her imagination, she blushed as she thought about his “hard one.”
“So why haven’t you had the time? Are you like me and a career came first?”
“I’m a doctor.”
“A doctor?” Emma looked back at Simon.
“Yes, in A&E at Nepean and Districts General.”
She laughed. “No wonder you got all professional over my ankle.”
“That, plus it was a great excuse to run my hands over your leg.”
Her eyes widened as she looked at him. “Yes, I noticed you checked out my entire leg as well as my ankle.”
She glanced down at his strong fingers feathering up and down her legs.
“What about you, Em? As I mentioned I tried to sit in on your demonstration but the tickets were all sold out. Tell me.”
“Not much to say. I studied to be a chef. Did well. I was head chef in a two-star Michelin restaurant for a number of years. I wrote a book during that time that sold amazingly well. So I wrote more. In the end, I gave up the restaurant work and concentrated on writing. My publicist got me a few demonstration gigs and the rest is, as they say, history.”
“How many cookbooks have you written?”
“Um…I think eighteen. Not too sure.”
“I noticed on the sign outside the auditorium that the demonstration was from your Sexy Suppers book.” He raised an eyebrow. “Are your books written with sex in mind?”
“Early on my publicists marketed me the ‘sexy’ cook. My books went crazy and it’s been the same ever since. Most of my books are aimed at couples. The recipes aren’t designed for sex but with the covers, the book names, and the way they are photographed, well, it gives the illusion.”
“That makes sense. So you travel around when you’re not writing?”
“I tend to do a series of promotional demonstrations, like yesterdays, whenever I release a new book. I travel around the major cities in Australia. Generally for the first few months, then things settle down so I can write again.”
“Does that mean you’re off again soon?”
“Actually this is the tail end of the tour. I try to finish in my hometown. I’ve a demo through the week and another on Saturday. Then a couple the following week. After that it’s time to knuckle down and write a new book except for the odd appearance or event.”
“What day is your next demonstration?”
“Thursday, then one on Saturday.”
He nodded.
“You have to make sure you wear flats and your ankle is well strapped otherwise, as your doctor, I can’t allow you to do it. Promise.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
“What about you? No work today?”
“I’ve had a few days off. I’m actually the senior emergency trauma physician-consultant at the A&E in Riverview. I share the position with another doctor. We rotate our shifts. Two weeks on and one week off. It’s long hours. I’m on call twenty-four seven when it’s my shift. Most of the time I just stay at the hospital.”
She looked at him in a new light.
“That’s hard work.”
“True, but I love it.”
“So when are you back on duty?”
“Sadly, tomorrow. I wish I’d met you last Sunday.”
Emma had to agree.
“Still, at the end of my shift I have a full week off. I hope we can spend some of it together when you’re not working.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good.”
His hands were rubbing higher and higher on her leg and Emma knew she was soaking her panties. Simon suddenly put her feet on the ground and stood. He lifted her in his arms and carried her down the hall to the bedroom.
“I can’t ignore you any longer. I want you.”
He pushed his lips onto her, his kiss angry, demanding. He forced her teeth apart and Emma clung to him desperately.
He sat her back onto the bed and grabbed her blouse, pulling it apart. Shocked but delighted, she heard buttons flying off as he dragged it from her. He pressed his mouth between her breasts. She held his head tightly against her.
His hands were fumbling behind her until her brassiere and the zip on her skirt were undone. He moved back and pulled the skirt off and then her bra. He used her bra to tie her hands above her head. His eyes glittered dangerously as he lowered his head to suck one then the other nipple.
Emma was about to scream when, roughly pushing her back, he tore off her panties and thrust his fingers between her legs. For her it was wonderful.
More, she thought. I want more.
His aggression was making her so excited. His rough handling of her was almost everything she needed. She knew she was dripping. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to be rough, with no thought for her feelings. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to take charge and demand what he wanted.
With a leg between her legs, he fucked her with his fingers roughly until she came screaming. He stood, unzipped his pants, and stripped them off after fumbling in his pocket for a condom. He gave Emma no chance to recover as he pushed his cock into her cunt. He fucked her hard and fast. She was screaming the whole time in pleasure as she came twice. She shrieked again when she felt his mouth on her tit, biting it hard and then sucking.
Her pussy was sore from him pounding into her but he was relentless until he finally came. Emma’s cunt grabbed his cock as her last orgasm rode across her body. She was panting, tears pouring down her face. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest, it was beating so fast.
Finally, he withdrew. Standing, he walked into the bathroom and then came back with a cloth. He wiped her gently then threw the cloth through the bathroom door.
Emma had not moved. She could not move. He untied her hands, looking at the red marks left on her wrists.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head as he stood alongside the bed looking at her, “From the moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was fuck you. At least I should have been gentle on our first time. Please forgive me.”
As Emma sat up, her hair fell in a red waterfall around her shoulders and onto the bed. She pulled the bedcover around her and held her hand out to him.
“No,” she whispered.
He looked down at her quizzically. “No?”
“Nothing to forgive. Simon, I could have asked you stop. I could have stopped you when you started rubbing my legs yesterday or today. I didn’t. I didn’t because it excited me and I wanted it. In fact I wanted more.”
“Are you sure?”
Emma laughed. “Do you know how wonderful it feels to tell a man that you love being controlled and not get looked at like you are some strange creature?”
Emma looked into his face as he gently wiped away a stray tear.
“Strange creature? Oh, Em, you are far from that. You’re amazing. Did I hurt you?”
“Only in a good way.”
He grinned and kissed her, then lifted a handful of hair.
“My goodness, look at your hair, it’s so beautiful!”
He kissed her again.
“I wanted to fuck you so hard. I loved hearing you scream.”
Simon stood. He looked around and found his pants, dragging them and his shoes on. He saw the tattered remains of her blouse an
d her panties.
He picked them up and twirled them around in his hand. “Oh! Oh, sorry, Emma. I owe you a new blouse and some panties. I have a feeling it is the first of many.” He gave a laugh. “Maybe I should get an account at a lingerie store.”
Emma smothered a giggle.
“I have to admit it was very arousing to have my clothes ripped from me.”
He looked around the room.
“Which drawer?”
Emma pointed and Simon picked out a pair of knickers and bra for her. He pulled on his trousers and picked up her skirt.
“Just pass me that oversized T-shirt and my jeans from the bathroom, Simon.”
She quickly dressed. As she went to twist her hair into a bun, he put his hand over hers.
“Leave it. You’re so gorgeous and that hair, it’s amazing, I want to be able to look at it.”
Simon helped her stand and she leant against him to hobble back to the living room. He settled her on a couch and sat beside her, his arms around her.
“Em, I doubt I’ll ever get enough of you. You intoxicate me.”
She felt a warm glow as she snuggled closer.
“I could spend all night making love to you,” he whispered. “Don’t suppose you have a whip?”
Emma caught her breath.
“No, but I wish I did.”
“I think I’ll take a trip, I need a whip and some rope.”
“You really mean that?”
“Oh yes, my girl. I intend to have you quivering in ecstasy very soon as I ply my whip all over that gorgeous body of yours. I can’t explain it, your body sings to me.”
Chapter Four
Emma couldn’t help but laugh in delight. So far she was amazed at how much she liked Simon and how well they seemed suited. The major test would come if he was able to resist her pleas of more.
“Tell me more about you, Em.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know.” He laughed. “Do you have any siblings?”
“No. I am an only child. Spoilt rotten, much loved. I lost my parents ten years ago. A car accident.”
“Oh, Em, I’m so sorry.”
She shrugged her shoulders. Even after ten years it was still painful to talk about, she missed them so much.
“What about you?”
“Only child, but my parents are still alive. They live further up the coast, in the country. I try to see them every month. We talk on the phone regularly.”