“Yes, Sir.” She breathed out the words, panting with the urgency he bled out of his pours to consume her with the same sense.
She opened her mouth and closed the millimeter of space between them, sucking him into her so deep he had to step forward to keep up.
His hands landed on her shoulders, steadying her. And the moan he emitted was primal, distinct from anything she’d heard from his lips before. “Emily…” Her name, reverently spoken from him, made her pussy pulse. But he ran this show, and obviously the next episode was a blowjob, compliments of a very willing Emily.
Rider controlled the speed and depth to a certain extent by gripping her shoulders and thrusting his hips.
Emily kept her mouth open and allowed him to plow into her again and again, needing the flavor of his cock as the precome leaked onto her taste buds as least as much as he needed the friction.
The entire process was short-lived. Rider bucked his hips forward one last time and stiffened, his grip firmer on her, his fingers digging into her skin. She loved the roughness of his grip. It lit a fire in her and fanned the flames until she ached, not where his fingers were, but in the pit of her stomach.
A second later, his cock pulsed his come deep into her throat. She swallowed greedily, not wanting any to escape. He needed this. And she wanted to give it to him.
When he was finally spent, he didn’t move a muscle for long moments. And then he released her shoulders and dug his hands into her hair. He turned her face to one side and tugged her against him in a sort of hug against his semi-erect cock which nestled at her cheek.
Emily sighed. She didn’t move a muscle, leaving all the control to the man who rocked her world every time he came through the door.
Rider released her head, lifted her off the ground, and set her on the edge of the loveseat she hadn’t seen until then. He knelt at her feet, pulled off her shoes, and then followed with her jeans. “You finally remembered not to wear panties,” he commented. He didn’t smile, just noted her obedience.
“Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t difficult. After all, she hadn’t worn them since last week. Not even when she wasn’t with him. He’d insisted, and she’d obeyed.
His hands landed on her thighs, spreading them wide, wider than she thought possible. His gaze focused on her pussy, making her squirm under the intense scrutiny. Would he find fault with her shaving?
As the seconds passed, her arousal increased. He could make her come with his look. All he needed to do was demand she come and she would. She didn’t doubt his ability to rip that from her.
Instead, Rider dipped his head and covered her pussy with his open mouth, shocking her and making her scream. He didn’t notice, or he didn’t care. He went to work devouring her with his tongue and lips, roughly consuming her as he had her mouth. His grip tightened on her thighs, pushing them up and out to get better access.
Emily gripped the sides of the loveseat. Oh, God. She was going to come fast and hard.
Did she have permission? It seemed as though under the circumstances, he was indirectly commanding her to orgasm.
As the waves of need grew closer, she arched her back and closed her eyes. Nothing had ever felt this good, this intense.
Rider narrowed his attention to her clit. He gently bit the swollen nub and then sucked it roughly. When he added his tongue, flicking it over the tip, she came hard. She bucked into his mouth, riding the waves of the orgasm and wishing it would never end.
Rider didn’t ease off until Emily flinched—the sensation becoming too sensitive. And still he only let up a little. His tongue caressed her clit and its hood in a lazy swirl of wetness.
Her ardor grew anew. “Rider. Stop. I’m…” She didn’t know what she was, but she knew she didn’t want him to bring her close to the edge again so soon for fear he would leave her like that for the rest of the night. With him it was always a possibility.
Rider pulled off completely. In fact he leaned back and then flopped on his back on the rug, his legs spread, one arm flung over his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He moaned.
Emily didn’t move. She watched his glorious body, his cock already at full attention again. The Latin words printed on his side lifted and stretched with each heaving breath.
Silence for so long, only the sound of their combined panting filling the room.
Eventually Emily decided to break the spell.
She lowered herself to the floor and crawled between his legs.
Finally, he reached for her with both hands. His gaze was intense as he hauled her up his body to straddle his waist. “Woman, you never needed me. You were born submissive.”
Emily pursed her lips and held her breath. What was he saying?
He smiled. “But God how I’ve loved training you.”
What did that mean? Was he done with her? Now? Right here where he’d just reached into her body through her pussy, stolen her soul, and hidden it somewhere?
She fought back emotions that welled to the surface. This was it?
Rider didn’t seem to notice her plight. He flung one arm out to tug his jeans over and fumbled in the pocket until he held up a condom. “Put it on me. I need to be inside you.”
Emily took it with shaky fingers, completely confused by his actions and his words tonight. She couldn’t turn him down though. She didn’t think she would ever be able to turn him down. If she ran into him on the street years from now, married and with seven kids, she would still gladly lower herself to the ground at his feet and suck his cock, even in public.
She shook as she removed the rubber and scooted down to his thighs to roll it on his length.
“Ride me, Emily. I want to watch your tits bounce above me while you make yourself come on my cock.”
Her arousal might have been simmering beneath the surface, but with those words, she needed him so badly she could hardly command her knees to crawl forward so she could line up with his dick.
Rider took her hips in his hands and tugged her down over him sharply, impaling her so fast she gasped. He groaned, his head rolling to one side. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby.”
Yes, I do… And that’s unfortunate.
She watched his face closely. His lips were parted on the constant sound seeping out. His forehead was furrowed in concentration. And then he met her gaze and softened. He trailed his hands up to cup her breasts. “So full. So sexy.”
Full? My chest? That wasn’t a word she would ever have used to describe her B cups.
He stroked his thumbs over her nipples, making her shiver again. “They are, baby. Swollen. They’re larger when you’re aroused. I love it.” He pinched her nipples and she arched her chest.
“Ride me,” he commanded again. “You control it.” He released her and set his hands at his sides. His gaze still zoned in on hers, however, making her feel as though he controlled her anyway. Did he not know he could command her body with his look as much as his touch?
Emily set her hands greedily on his incredible pecs and lifted off several inches. Her moan mixed with his, resonating in the room.
She found herself wanting the instant gratification he’d already demanded of her in the last half hour. Again. She needed him with a severity that matched the orgasms they’d each just forced from the other. So, she thrust over him, up and down, throwing her head back and enjoying every ounce of friction against her inner walls.
As she lifted and lowered faster, Rider’s hands landed on her thighs and then eased up until he wrapped his wide palms around her legs and used his thumbs to stroke her clit with every pass. “Come,” he commanded too soon.
She wasn’t ready. Or maybe she was. In any case, she came for him, squeezing his cock, and he gripped her down on his length and pulsed up into her at the same time.
She heaved above him, leaning on her hands over his chest, her eyes glazed over with lust and unable to capture his face yet.
Slowly she saw him smiling at her.
“Such wanton abandon
ment. It’s glorious. You’re amazing.” He pulled her down over him so she rested on his chest, his cock still embedded inside her, firm enough to fill her quivering pussy.
They lay like that for a while.
Finally, Rider eased her up. He sat her on the floor and crawled over to grab his bag. He extracted a pouch of wipes and cleaned them both up, spreading her legs in her seated position and holding her thigh with one hand while he took gentle care of her.
She nearly cried. Everything he’d done since he’d walked out of that locker room had jerked her around like she were riding on a roller coaster. His strange serious mood was daunting and hinted of impending doom.
“You okay?” she finally managed to squeak out.
He jerked to face her again. “Of course. I’m perfect.” He inched back over and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Get dressed. Katy and Jenna are probably wondering what happened to you. They get mother henish sometimes.” He grinned.
She nodded, still suspicious of his motivations.
Chapter Twelve
Holy fuck. What the hell had he done? He had to fight to make eye contact with Emily now that they were getting dressed. He avoided her eyes, but he didn’t miss a single inch of her sexy skirt and the sheer purple blouse she put on over a black lace bra that was more sexy than functional. She’d transformed so much in the last few weeks, he didn’t recognize her.
Except that was a lie. Underneath the new clothes, she was the same innocent woman he’d fallen for sitting in that booth fidgeting with eyes as wide as saucers. And he wanted her as much now as he had the first time he saw her.
Nope. That was also a lie. He wanted her more now.
And that was the danger zone.
He was fucking with her heart now. He could tell by the sorrowful way she pinched her eyes together, trying hard not to let him get to her. He wasn’t stupid. He knew he was an ass. He couldn’t stop himself.
He needed to end this soon. He was falling for her and he knew better. Hell, she wasn’t in a place to build a relationship with him either. She wasn’t willing to share him with her family or her coworkers. What was left? How long could they carry on like this, hiding from the world so no one would know about her supposedly deviant side and his firm lack of faith in relationships in general.
He could try dating her. But, if he thought he would hurt her now by ending this, he could only imagine what it would be like weeks from now when the newness wore off and he grew tired of having a ball and chain around his neck like a noose.
“Ready?” he asked when he realized she was standing by the door with her bag slung over her shoulder.
“Yep.” Her tone was clipped, strained.
He cringed. He knew he was toying with her. It wasn’t fair.
He took her bag from her shoulder and put it with his own. With a hand on the small of her back, he led her from the room and down the hall to the locker room. “Wait here a sec. Let me stash these.” He entered and stuffed their two bags in his locker and returned immediately, not giving himself a chance to stop and think.
He wanted to do a scene with her. That much he was sure of. Something she would remember him by. Because he was an ass…
When he emerged, she was gone. In less than a minute, the imp had disappeared on him.
He lifted his gaze to scan the room and found her waving at him from a booth where she sat with Katy and Jenna. Of course. Never mind he told her to wait for him…
Rider headed across the room with the intent of gently reprimanding her for her insolence, but he was stopped by Rafe and Mason at the bar getting waters and sodas. “Hey, Rider, what does your woman drink?”
Rider winced. He turned to his friends and came up behind them. “She isn’t my woman. Stop calling her that.”
Rafe chuckled, but quickly changed his expression to serious. “Dude? What’s up with you? That chick is totally into you, and I can see the feeling is mutual. Why do you insist on fighting it?”
Rider furrowed his brow. “Has it ever occurred to you she doesn’t want a relationship either?”
Mason cleared his throat. “I’m not sure I believe it. Did she say as much?”
“Of course,” Rider responded, turning his gaze to Mason. “She doesn’t want her parents, brother, or her coworkers to know she’s been coming here, let alone that she’s been dabbling in submission.” He cringed as the words left his mouth, almost angry she was so adamant about keeping him a secret even though he had no right to be since he’d repeatedly harped about not wanting anything more than a trainee.
“Okay.” Rafe held his hands up in defeat. “Have it your way. But, take my advice. Be careful with this woman. Her heart is lying on the table over there.”
Mason spoke again lower. “She hasn’t taken her gaze off you since you stopped to talk to us, and her face is beet red.”
Rider jerked to look her direction before he could stop himself. Sure enough, Emily blushed and swiveled her head to face the other women.
Mason grabbed two drinks and nodded at the others on the bar. “Grab Emily a water. She’s gonna be thirsty after whatever you did to her in room three before we got here.” He smirked as he walked away. Rafe did the same, leaving Rider to pick up the last two drinks and trudge across the room. His feet felt leaden. His friends were right. He just didn’t want to admit it.
By the time he arrived at the table, the scene had changed drastically in seconds. Rafe had Katy standing behind him and Mason was pulling Jenna from her seat. They all four glanced repeatedly at both Rider and a new face at the edge of the booth.
Dave Peterman. The man was a regular at the club, who Rider knew well because he was also a fellow cop who worked at the same precinct as Rider in narcotics.
Rider nodded at him. “Dave.”
Dave’s face was serious, his eyes drawn close. “Rider. Listen, I know this is unusual, but I need a word with your submissive.”
Rider jerked his head back. “With Emily?” He glanced at her, noting that she had no idea what was going on any more than he did. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in shock.
Rafe backed up with Katy. “We’re going to mingle. See you guys later.”
Mason and Jenna followed, leaving Rider staring at Dave. “What’s this about? She’s with me tonight, Dave.” The man had some huge balls if he thought he was going to hone in on Emily while she was under Rider’s care.
Dave shook his head. “Nothing like that.” He relaxed his shoulders. “Look, man. You know me. I’m not going to steal your woman. I just need to talk to her. It’s a private matter. Would you give us a few minutes?” A long pause ensued, during which Rider handed Emily a bottle of water without looking at her.
He felt the need to clarify. “Emily is my trainee.”
“Whatever, Rider. That’s not at issue here.”
Rider hesitated. He did know Dave. And he’d never known the man to do anything that would piss him off at work or at the club. He needed to trust him now. Whatever he had to say to Emily must have been serious for him to interrupt them at the club. “Fine. I’ll wait at the bar.” Rider backed off, not turning around fully. “Yell, if you need me, Em.” The nickname slipped out before he could stop it, sounding far too endearing coming from him. But it was too late.
He stepped toward the bar and finally pulled out a stool. He was too far to hear anything Dave or Emily said, but close enough to watch if she became distressed.
No matter what happened next in their bizarre arrangement, she was still his to protect tonight, and he intended to do so.
∙•∙
Emily fidgeted while this man named Dave, whom she’d never met, sat across from her and put his elbows on the table. “My name’s Dave. I guess you gathered that.”
She nodded. “What do you need to speak to me about?”
He tipped his head and then lifted it back to meet her gaze. “Listen, I’m just going to come out and say this. I saw you come in with your friend that first night and have noticed
you several other times.”
“Virginia?”
“Yes. I thought you looked familiar when you first came through the door, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I danced with Virginia and she mentioned she had a friend who used to come here.”
“Claire,” Emily blew out a breath as she spoke the name. There was no doubt who he was talking about. No sense acting like she had no idea.
“Yes.” He nodded. “And then I remembered seeing you at the police station. Claire was your sister, wasn’t she?”
“Yes.” Her voice was barely audible.
“I assume you came here looking for answers.”
“I did.”
“I wanted to confront you for two reasons.”
“Okay.”
“For one, you need to know that whatever Claire was messed up in, it didn’t come from this club. I looked at the police report on her. I know she died of an overdose. If you thought you might trace that back to Extreme, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“I realized that the first night.”
He looked only mildly shocked. “You sure?”
“Yes. Positive. Alcohol isn’t even served here.”
“That’s correct.” He lowered his voice and glanced around, not moving his head, just his eyes. “And drugs are strictly forbidden. In fact, after I looked into your sister’s death, I checked the books here also. She did come here that night, the night she died, but she wasn’t allowed entrance. She was high. Harper told her to go home and sleep it off. He warned her not to come back in that state again.”
Emily was shocked. Dave knew an awful lot about Claire.
“So, if you aren’t still looking for answers at Extreme, why do you keep coming every week?” He looked confused.
Emily licked her lips. How was she supposed to confess to this man that she thought she too was submissive?
“Ah. I see.” Dave sat back and spread his hands on the table. “Well, no worries then. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t on a wild goose chase looking for something that you won’t find inside the club.”
Emily shook her head and shot a glance at Rider, who moved to stand until she held up one finger asking for more time.
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