Whipped Delights [Dark Desires 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Suzy Shearer

  “It must be hard working all those long hours.”

  “I’m used to it. When we’re not busy, you learn to cat nap. I love it. Love the rush, the buzz.”

  “So you work for two weeks then have the next week off?”

  “Yep. I hope if you haven’t got much on that we can spend it together. That’s, of course, if you’d like to see me.”

  “I do, and I’d love to spend time together. How do you relax?”

  “I like to read, watch movies. Go for long drives and find hidden places along the way.” He looked around then whispered, “I even like to go to museums and art galleries, but don’t tell anyone.”

  “I’ll try not to let your secret out. Anyway, I love going to them, too.”

  “You hungry?”

  “A little.”

  “Me, too. Haven’t eaten since last night, just grabbed a coffee this morning.”

  “I really could make something, you know.”

  “No. Not until your foot is better. You need to rest it, which reminds me, we should ice it again.”

  Simon got to his feet and left the room. He returned with the ice pack and stuck it on her ankle.

  “So what sort of food do you like?”

  Emma could only laugh. “You’re asking a chef? I eat anything.”

  “No secret desires for junk food?”

  “Well, I don’t mind fish and chips or pizza.”

  Simon grinned at her. “Fish and chips wrapped in paper on the beach?”

  “Oh yeah! The only way to eat them, with lemon.”

  “You have to get them from the corner shop, the little guy who makes them from scratch.”

  “Most definitely.”

  “I don’t suppose you have one of those places around here? Now you’ve talked about it I want some.”

  Emma grinned back. “Me, too. Actually there’s one about two minutes’ drive away.”

  Simon jumped to his feet.

  “Let’s go!”

  He swung her into his arms, kissed her swiftly, and headed down the hallway.

  “My keys, I need my house keys!”

  She pointed to them lying on a small table in the hall near the doorway. He grabbed them and then went outside. Putting her into the front seat of his car, he sat alongside.

  “Which way?”

  Emma gave him directions and they were soon parked out the front of the shop. It was filled with customers.

  “Damn, someone must have spread the word.”

  “Ha, it’s always like this.”

  “Okay. Wait here. I’ll put in our order and be back.”

  Once more, he leant over and kissed her lightly. Emma watched as he worked his way into the shop. She noticed a few women give him a good look but he ignored them all.

  A few minutes he was back. He left the door open as they sat talking.

  “About ten or fifteen minutes. To be this popular he must be good.”

  “He is.”

  He lifted her hand and held it.

  “I wish I didn’t have to start work again tomorrow. Think this is the first time in my whole career that I wished I didn’t have to go in.”

  “I guess we’ll just have to get used to it.”

  He looked over at Emma. The smile he gave her sent waves of heat through her body.

  “We certainly will. Can I ring you sometimes?”

  “Of course.”

  “Mightn’t be very often and they may be hurried calls.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

  “I just want to be able to hear your voice. Ms. Emma Cunningham, you’ve gotten under my skin from that first moment when I stopped you falling down the stairs.”

  Bravely Emma looked at him. “So have you, Dr. Harrington.”

  Simon leant over to kiss her again. He looked out the window at the group of shops. Suddenly, he jumped out the car. Looking back through the door, he winked.

  “Back in a minute.”

  Emma watched as he walked down past a couple of shops and enter a hardware outlet. Five minutes he was out, holding a bag. He waved and then went back inside the food shop. Another few minutes and he was back. He handed over a packet from the shop, plus a loaf of bread, and dropped the other bag on the floor at her feet.

  The drive home was making her mouth water. The smell of hot fish and chips was alluring. When they arrived, Simon did his he-man trick again and carried her inside, then went back for the parcels.

  Emma directed him to the plates and then sitting at the kitchen tablet, he tore open the parcel. The aroma filled the kitchen.

  “You can’t have chips without bread.”

  She watched as he proceeded to cover a slice of bread with some lemon-soaked hot chips, fold it, then eat it. Emma decided to go one better and laid some of the fish on her bread before layering it with the chips.

  They sat and ate happily together. Emma felt very happy. It had been a long time since she felt this easy and relaxed in the company of someone. When they both finished, Simon threw the rubbish in the bin and took the dirty plates to the sink.

  “Can I make you a coffee?”

  “Today I’m your servant. We want that foot better for our next week together.”

  Emma blushed when she thought about the things that they may be doing.

  “I’ll make coffee.”

  “Are you sure?” Emma giggled to herself, she had a Saeco machine.

  “Of course. Just point me in the direction.”

  She pointed to the sleek stainless steel monster on the counter. He looked at it then her.

  “That?”

  She nodded. “Yep, that.”

  “Mm, on second thoughts. Maybe if I let you lean on me you can make it.”

  “Espresso, cappuccino, latte? Strong, medium, weak?”

  “Um…espresso this time. Medium.”

  He helped her to her feet, then watched as she set the milk container under an outlet, pressed buttons, and within a few minutes, a delicious smelling espresso and a latte were ready to drink.

  Simon carried them back into the living room, then came back to help Emma, settling her on the couch. He left the room and came back with the infamous icepack. Sitting alongside her, he lifted her legs then popped the ice on the ankle before picking up his coffee.

  “Ah, this beats the stuff from work. That’s almost undrinkable.”

  “Almost?”

  “When you’re tired and thirsty you’d drink anything to stay awake, believe me, but sometimes I wonder what the hell is in the stuff there.”

  “What time do you have to start in the morning?”

  “Five thirty.”

  “Damn, that’s early, what time do you have to leave home?”

  “Usually just after five, I don’t live far from the hospital. But I never know how the traffic’s going to be. That reminds me.”

  He pulled out his mobile and turned it on, then handed it to Emma.

  “Can you punch in your number for me?”

  Emma took his phone and entered her mobile number, then handed it back.

  “You’ve got mine in the text you sent.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Just remember I have no idea if or when I can contact you.”

  “That’s fine, Simon, I understand completely.”

  The bag he had from the hardware store was on the coffee table. Simon leant over and picked it up.

  “I bought you a present.”

  “A present?”

  She opened the bag and burst out laughing but at the same time felt a rush of excitement.

  “I wanted to save your clothes.”

  Inside was a length of soft rope, a packet of pegs, and of all things, a feather duster.

  “A feather duster?”

  “Couldn’t find a whip but look at that lovely long, thin handle.”

  Emma felt her temperature rise when she looked at the things he had bought. The knowledge he was prepared to play excited her.

  “I can’t or
der you to stand and strip but I can tie you to the bed and make you beg and scream.”

  Emma felt her breathing increase as she listened to him.

  “So now, my dear, we are going to go into your delightful bedroom and I intend to tie you to that four-poster then use the feather duster on your delightful arse.”

  Breathlessly, she whispered, “And the pegs?”

  “Your sweet nipples and maybe some other places. I haven’t decided yet.”

  He stood, took the icepack off and returned it to the fridge, then lifted her in his arms. Carrying her and his new toys into the bedroom, he placed her on her middle.

  “Before we start, understand this. Anytime you say ‘red’ I will stop immediately.”

  “I’m not likely to say stop, Simon. My problem is the direct opposite.”

  “I understand and, because of that, anytime I think you’re at your limit, I will stop. I decide—not you. You can beg me all you like but it is my decision to make.”

  Emma knew she looked hesitant. It was one thing to say he would control her but another to actually do it. Other men had said the same thing. This was their first real test. This was the chance for her to see if she could give control over. If he were strong enough to wrestle the control from her. Whether he could resist her pleadings.

  “Sweetheart, I know your fears. You have to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you, at least I won’t do anything to hurt you more than I should.”

  Emma looked at him. This was it.

  “Okay. I’ll take a chance to trust you.”

  “Just remember I won’t listen to your pleading, I’ll be watching your reactions, your body. Ready?”

  She nodded.

  “Now strip.”

  Emma looked over at him as he stood looking down at her. She removed her clothes until she was naked before him.

  “Perfect.” He walked around the bed until he was behind her.

  “Now bend over until your head is on the bed and that cute rump in the air. Legs wide apart.”

  Emma got onto her knees, then dropped her head to the bed, and she felt his breath on her arse cheeks. Suddenly he slapped each one—hard. She gasped. Then she felt his fingers pulling at her lips. She went to move.

  “Stay still or I stop.”

  She froze.

  He slapped her again. The sweet sting gave her a rush. She heard him rummage in the bag then heard a swish as he tested the duster. Without warning, he brought it down on one cheek.

  “Ah!”

  Then the other.

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  She felt him push a finger into her cunt, then a second. At the same time, he hit her again. It was wonderful, she wanted more.

  “More!”

  He hit her again, she screamed her pleasure again. All at once, he flipped her over. Deftly he tied her hands to the bedpost and then one ankle.

  “You will keep your legs apart. I’m not tying your hurt ankle but if you close your legs I stop. Understand?”

  “Yes.” She groaned.

  Once again he used his hand and slapped her. This time on her clit. He leant forward and harshly pinned a peg to each nipple. Emma drew a gasp as each one was pinned tight. She looked over at Simon. He quickly shed his clothes and for the first time she got to admire his naked body.

  He was gorgeous.

  A well-defined six-pack, so muscular, with a trail of hair that led down to a huge cock. She wanted to taste that. She wanted to run her hands across every part of his body. He straddled her body and climbed up until he was level with her face.

  Kneeling on one knee, he held his dick in front of her mouth.

  “Open.”

  When she complied, he pushed his cock into her mouth. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, and every now and again he would press against the pegs, making a wave of pain surge across her body.

  He kept thrusting until she could feel he was close to coming. He pulled his cock from her mouth and quickly rolled on a condom. Working backward, he pulled her down the bed until the ropes pulled hard against her. He picked up the duster and deftly hit her across each breasts. She was moaning in pleasure as the pain increased. She felt herself begin to float. Her mind lost in the sensation of each stroke, each lash against her skin. She was heading into sub-space.

  Simon held his cock against the entrance to her cunt. He tweaked the lips, holding them tightly before he pushed his cock into her. She wanted more pain.

  “Hit me!”

  “No.”

  “I need more.”

  “No.”

  “I beg you more.”

  Simon ignored her pleas. As he began to thrust into her, he pulled off one peg. She screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipple. She climaxed hard against his pounding cock.

  Simon waited until she stopped screaming. He continued to fuck her for a few minutes, then pulled off the other. Emma reacted the same way. She gripped his cock with her muscles and Simon pushed his cock in as deep as he could as she came.

  Finally, Simon jerked and pinched her clit between his fingers, eliciting a scream of pleasure and pain as he filled the condom with his cum. She looked hazily at him as he untied her, and then went into the bathroom. When he came back, he proceeded to clean her with a warm cloth before checking her entire body.

  The duster had left red marks across her but nowhere was the skin broken, there were no raised welts, and he said he was satisfied she would not bruise once the redness went. At that point she really didn’t care, she was floating away.

  Simon then gathered her in his arms and settling among the pillows. He pulled up the covers and held her tight.

  Emma closed her eyes. She was still in the in-between place after her high, lost in the pleasurable euphoric natural analgesia. The combination of pain and orgasms had made her mind soar as it filled with endorphins. Simon didn’t speak, he just held her, caressing her, occasionally kissing her head, her cheeks. They lay together for an hour until Emma finally came back down to earth.

  She gave a loud sigh.

  “Oh my god, Emma. You are amazing!”

  Emma felt wonderful. She had found someone who actually refused to listen to her pleas, who took her control away from her.

  “Thank you, thank you for knowing when I’d reach my limit.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, that’s what I’m supposed to do. I…I loved that. I loved every minute of it.”

  “So did I.”

  “I don’t think I’ve been so excited about making love before. It’s such a turn-on! Just the fact that you trusted me. Oh hell, Em, I hope this is the start of something wonderful. It feels like it to me.”

  Emma felt a giddy rush. It was as if he was reading her mind.

  “Feels like that to me, too.”

  “I’ll get some Arnica gel, just to have on hand.”

  “Is that the stuff for bruising?”

  “Yes. I don’t think I left any but just to be careful we should keep some on hand. I’ll bring you some more icepacks to keep in the freezer, too.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Em, suddenly you’re very important to me. I want to do everything to make you happy and keep you safe.”

  “Thank you, handy having a doctor on hand.”

  He laughed.

  “I don’t suppose you have a spare room.”

  “Actually one of the other big bedrooms only has a bed in it. Why?”

  “I was thinking, we could ring some eyebolts to the ceiling and floor. I could tie you and then there’d be space to whip without worrying about the furniture.”

  “You could do that?”

  “Easily, just have to make sure they went into the framework.”

  Reluctantly, Simon sat up.

  “Sadly, I think I should go. It’s late and I have to start early in the morning. I’d rather stay here with you.”

  Emma felt the same but she understood.

  “I do understand, Simon. It’s okay.”

  “You s
tay here. I’ll let myself out. I promise I’ll ring you, just not sure when. Think about what you’d like to do on my week off. Maybe go for a drive, we could eat out a few times. Visit a museum. Whatever you’d like. Anyway, we can sort that out.”

  “I’ll put on my thinking cap.”

  Simon pulled her tight and kissed her passionately. Emma clung to him as he deepened their kiss. She felt disappointed when the kiss finally ended. Simon climbed off the bed and quickly dressed. He picked up his shoes and then leant back to kiss her again.

  He groaned. “Hell, Em, I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”

  She grinned at him and ran her fingers down his cheek.

  “Sleep well, try to dream about me.”

  “I will.”

  “Night, sweet Em.”

  “Night, Doc.”

  Emma felt excited. Maybe, just maybe, she had met the perfect man.

  Chapter Five

  Emma spent Monday working. She had a few more ideas for new recipes so she spent the day on her computer writing them up. A few times during the day, she iced her ankle. The swelling was virtually gone now. Instead it was a delightful shade of purple and green.

  She was disappointed she hadn’t heard from Simon, but understood how busy he probably was. If they were starting a relationship, she would have to get used to irregular contact during his two weeks rostered duty. She supposed it would give her time to concentrate on her own work. She certainly would have no problems adapting to having one week off and two weeks on. Tuesday she had a meeting with her publicist to go through the next few month’s bookings. She would tell her to keep every third week free.

  By seven that evening Emma was happy with her day’s work. She had outlined a number of more interesting recipes. They would need to be tested, but on paper they looked good. She made herself a meal of steamed vegetables with a piece of chicken marinated in sweet chilli. Relaxing in the living room, she picked up her book and put her legs up.

  A little after eight, her phone beeped. Picking it up, she saw it was a text message from Simon.

  “Hi, sweetheart. Mad house here all day. Miss u badly xx.”

  She felt of glow of happiness as she wrote back, “miss you, too, xx.”

  “I hope ur okay? I should be there to take care of u. Hope 2 talk 2 u 2morrow. Sleep tight xx.”