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

by Suzy Shearer

  Remembering that a few relatives were vegetarian, they had arranged for fresh steamed asparagus, seasoned gourmet potatoes, and parcels of spice vegetables served with a sweet potato and poppy seed sauce.

  For desserts, Emma felt the restaurant had outdone themselves. They were fabulous. Instead of serving one or two, there was a dessert table where guests could help themselves to a selection of delicious delicacies. There were tiny petite fours, macarons, tiny cupcakes, individual mud cakes, tiramisu, cheesecakes, pavlova, and many others.

  Emma whispered to Simon that she could spend the entire night trying every single one. He told her he planned to spend the entire night trying her. She giggled and blushed as the photographer took yet another snap of them.

  They had their speeches, the cake was cut, then they danced with everyone, and had their photographs taken with everyone. Her boss came over to them both later in the night. He told them as a wedding present he had upgraded their tickets to first class and changed a few of the bookings to give them a chance to do some sightseeing. She and Simon thanked him warmly.

  Emma noticed it was well after midnight and finally it was time to throw her bouquet and for Simon to remove and toss her garter. One of the nurses from the hospital caught her flowers and eyed off her partner as she smelt them. When Simon tossed her garter, he laughed when a confirmed bachelor nurse caught it. He shook his head at Simon and laughed ruefully. All that remained was for them to say good-bye to everyone. When they got to Nina and Greg, Emma shed a few tears. They hugged and she promised to ring them once they arrived in England.

  There was only Simon’s parent left to say good-bye to.

  She and Rachel both were crying and they ended with another four-way hug. She whispered to Rachel and Travis how much she loved them, then all four were shedding tears. With one more kiss to her new parents, she and Simon went down the pathway to the car.

  Simon helped her in and they drove off amid laughs and shouts.

  “Hi, Mrs. Harrington. I don’t know about you, but I’m damn tired of smiling.”

  “Me, too. I think if I had to pose for another photograph my face would freeze permanently.”

  They reached the hotel and went up to their room. Early that morning they were driving to their house. Greg was driving them to the airport so it would be a rush. They fell into bed after Simon had removed her lovely gown. He had pulled her into his arms and kissed her with such love and passion that she felt dizzy.

  They made slow, sweet love. Emma needed nothing else to give her several orgasms. Simon was the only man who had ever been able to make her come with or without pain, and now she was going to spend the rest of her life with him.

  * * * *

  Their five weeks in England were wonderful. Simon enjoyed playing the doting husband to Emma. He went with her to every function and loved seeing just how popular she was with the fans. She was always friendly and approachable. Perhaps that was one of the reasons.

  When her fans learnt she had just married and Simon was her husband, he found himself signing her books as well. It was a new and daunting experience for him but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

  They were able to do some touristy things and were over the moon to discover that Bob Patterson had lined up the England office to escort them on a few select tours. It seemed like they were royalty. There were even press photographers at some places and a few times she was shown on television after she did a segment cooking on one of the major current affairs programs.

  They returned back home late on Saturday, the third of March. Bob Patterson had arranged a car to pick them up and drive them home, which was a blessing, as both were tired. All they wanted to do was get home and sleep. Fortunately Simon had been able to get the eight weeks off he’d hoped for so he wasn’t due to return to the hospital until the seventeenth, that meaning they still had two weeks to enjoy.

  He was to start a new job with the hospital in a month’s time. It would mean he was only working normal hours with weekends off. He would be a specialised consultant and also would be training new interns in A&E. It also mean an increase in salary. Both of them were looking forward to him starting it.

  They both slept most of Sunday, and Monday was spent lazing around, catching up on washing and packing away things from their trip. Emma rang Bob and thanked him for everything he’d done and all the wonderful extras. She made an appointment to catch up with Colin Robinson once Simon had gone back to work. There were ideas to toss around for new books.

  On Saturday, they invited Simon’s parents over as well as Nina and Greg. His parents would stay the night before heading home on Sunday. Emma was looking forward to seeing everyone. She’d missed them all.

  * * * *

  On Wednesday they were outside relaxing still, just enjoying the mild weather after the cold of England. In some places they had stayed it had been snowing.

  Fortunately, Simon had arranged for someone to mow while they were missing and to clean the pool so they could just enjoy the break. Simon looked over at Emma, who was lying on a sun lounge in shorts and a bikini top, reading. He loved looking at her lush body. The way her breasts were spilling out of her tiny top was giving him a hard-on. She was oblivious to him so he decided it was time to play, but just what to do?

  They had purchased an outdoor setting before they left. It had a large glass-topped table. Simon was thinking she would look pretty damn good spread naked on top of it. He could tie her arms and legs to the uprights. Once she was helpless, he could take his time flogging and whipping her. Then he could fuck her sweet cunt till she was screaming.

  Then again, there was a low wooden fence that separated the garden from the wooded area. Simon closed his eyes and imagined Emma bent over and tied to it. He could tie her legs apart and she would be the perfect height for him to slip his cock into her. He could whip her, tie her tits, paddle her arse.

  Maybe that was the way to go. He could even make her suck his dick while he hit her arse. He quietly stood and went inside. Rummaging in the playroom, he collected rope, his flogger, and his new whip that he’d bought at the beginning of January—Emma loved when he used that. He picked up the clover clamps and then went outside. He walked past Emma and down to the fence where he set his toys up ready then he went back to where she was.

  Quickly grabbing her top, he pulled it and was delighted when her breasts spilt free. He pinched her nipples and pulled, making her stand. She gave a scream, mainly of delight, and grinned at him.

  Leading her with her nipples, they made their way to the fence. He made her bend then tied her wrists along the railing. Her breasts were dangling over the rails within easy reach for him. He quickly removed her shorts and panties.

  “Spread your legs apart for me.”

  Emma complied and Simon ran his fingers down her slit. She was already wet.

  “Perfect.”

  He tied both ankles and stood looking down at her. Bent over the fence, he could easily fuck her arse or her cunt. Those full beautiful breasts were begging to be clamped so he stepped over and did just that. Each clover clamp had a long chain on it to tighten and cause more pain. He gave each one a gentle tug and was pleased when Emma groaned loudly.

  He quickly removed his clothes then picked up the whip. Climbing back over the fence, he took a few test swings before striking across her buttocks. She flinched and screamed as he landed three strikes in quick succession.

  He knew the whip stung a lot more than the flogger did, so he watched her carefully as he continued to whip her. When he felt she was close to orgasm, he dropped the whip and picked up his paddle. Her arse was bright red so he continued to hit it with the paddle and was rewarded when she screamed with her first orgasm.

  He moved back over the fence and stood in front of her. There was a large rock near his foot, so he pulled the chains on her clamps and put the ends under the rock. She screamed loud and shouted.

  “Fuck yes! Oh god, yeah!”

  His cock was level with h
er face. Grabbing her plait, he pulled her head until her mouth was exactly in line with his dick.

  “Open.”

  When she complied, he thrust his cock into her open mouth. She began sucking and licking. He loved the way she used her teeth and her tongue. He was almost lost in the sensation then used the flogger he’d picked up. By aiming carefully he was able to catch it between her legs. He knew when the tails caught her clit and her lips as she would jerk and flinch. He kept thrusting his cock, pulling at her hair while he used the flogger. Simon had felt her tense a few times whenever she’d come. He wasn’t far off it himself.

  Should he let her suck him off or come inside her?

  Inside.

  He pulled out of her mouth and quickly stepped over the fence. He rubbed his cock up and down her dripping slit, pushing it into her cunt and out a few times. Using her juices, he rubbed up and down and around her arse. He used his thumb to push into her arse while he fucked her cunt.

  As he fucked her, her body was moving back and forth and he knew the clamps were being pulled tight then loose, tight then loose. He’d felt her come again and it took all his willpower not to do the same.

  He removed his thumb and pushed two fingers into her arse. She was beyond screaming as he increased his thrusting. He hammered her cunt, his balls slamming against her. He felt her tense again and lost it completely.

  Screaming her name, Simon filled her cunt with his cum as her tight muscles grabbed his cock and held it fast. He was breathing so fast and hard that it was hard to talk, but he managed to groan out her name again, and he pulled out, almost falling to the ground.

  Quickly untying her, he picked her up after lifting the rock holding the chains. He carried her inside. He would come back later to collect his toys. He turned on the water to the spa bath and placed her in it, then climbed in and lifted her into his arms.

  She was so far into sub-space, he knew she had no idea where she was. Carefully removing each clamp, he washed her gently then held her within his arms. He rocked her and crooned to her, soothing her until her felt her fall asleep. He pulled out the plug then climbed out with her in his arms. Cradling her carefully, he dried her then put her into bed before quickly drying himself off and climbing in beside her. He pushed the pillows against the bed head and settled against them before gathering her up again. He rubbed the cream they kept alongside the bed into her whenever he could reach and settled down to wait until she surfaced again.

  He lay with her, drinking in her beauty and still having to pinch himself to know this was all real and that Emma would be his until they both left this earth.

  He thought back to that first day when she had almost fallen down the stairs. He remembered the tiny thrill of excitement he’d felt when he caught her, how he had wondered when he’d seen those “fuck me” heels with the tiny spikes. Somehow, he’d known even then that she shared the same dark desires as he did.

  Simon grinned to himself. His world was finally complete.

  He decided he was going to buy her another pair of those heels. He would make her wear them with one of the corsets he’d gotten her and nothing else. Or maybe he would keep her naked and just in the heels. He could tie off her breasts and force her to suck him off while he hit her.

  Grinning to himself, he felt her stir and those amazing green eyes looked up at him and she smiled. His heart turned over when he saw the love in those eyes. He could do nothing but kiss her, trying to express everything he felt in that kiss.

  When they broke apart, she looked at him. He smiled at her and whispered.

  “My whipped delight, I love you.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Single, all alone and fancy free. I live in the western suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats to keep me company.

  I am a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd, and a voracious reader. I have a penchant for crazy coloured hair—pinks, purples, even rainbows. It changes every month—oh yes, and for tattoos!

  My books always feature older heroes and cuddly, curvy heroines, ranging from mid-forties to sixties.

  Just because we are older doesn't mean we aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges, and willing to experiment. I want my readers to understand that sexy isn't just for the under thirties LOL.

  When I am not writing, I am usually painting. I am a watercolour artist. My subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

  I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have enjoyed writing them.

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