Her Carnal Games Series

by Chanel Ivy

  Matt peeked his head inside the door to check on me. “Are you okay in here, Mia?”

  I smiled at his kindhearted concern. “Yeah, I’m good. So, how much of that conversation did you hear?” I asked him, trying to feel him out. I needed to see if he was someone I could confide in or someone I had to be leery of.

  “I didn’t hear much, but I could definitely tell it wasn’t work-related. Do you and Miss. Cross already know each other?” Matt asked as he walked the rest of the way into my office.

  “Not really. We met recently, and it was entirely by accident. I guess I made a good impression since I’m up here now, but everything happened so quickly. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of it.”

  “Well, can I give you some purely friendly advice?”

  “Absolutely, give away,” I joked.

  Matt looked around like he was scanning for someone spying on our conversation as he closed the door behind him. “Miss. Cross has a bit of an unspoken reputation.”

  I was intrigued by his admission. “Really? And what is this unspoken reputation?”

  “As you can imagine, she doesn’t get told no very often, so when she does, she goes after whatever it is more fiercely than you could imagine, until that no becomes a yes. This happens to include her... ugh, lovers, if you will.”

  My head dropped in shame. Had it been that obvious? “Well, it’s a good thing she and I aren’t lovers then,” I said, quickly trying to cover my tracks.

  “If you aren’t yet, she wants you to be. I can tell. I’ve worked around Miss. Cross for the last three years, and I know when she’s locked on to someone new. She’s most certainly got that look in her eyes around you.”

  “How old are you, Matt? You’ve been here three years, but you don’t look a day older than twenty,” I asked, trying to change the subject.

  “Thanks. I’m twenty-six, but I’ll take twenty,” he laughed. “I’m serious, though Mia. You have to be careful around Miss. Cross or she’ll make you fall in love with her and then she’ll be done with you. She doesn’t do relationships. She’s more of the ‘fling’ type of woman.”

  “I appreciate your concern and the warning, Matt, but I can take care of myself.”

  After quite the uncomfortable conversation with Matthew, I told him that I’d be leaving at three-thirty today so he could go then too. I wanted to get him out of the office before Emma showed up.

  At four o’clock on the dot, Emma was walking through my office door. I already had my things together and was ready to leave, which put a smile on her face.

  I closed and locked my office, turning left to head to the elevators, but Emma went right.

  “I thought we were leaving?” I asked, pointing down the hall towards the lifts.

  “We are. Follow me,” she demanded.

  I did as instructed and followed Emma down the hall and to a massive set of dark wood double doors that read: Emma Cross - Founder & CEO Cross Financial. I was going to get to see her office.

  We walked in, and everything was as I would have expected. Clean lines, modern furniture, dark and light colors battling against one another in the ample open space. The room itself was intimidating, just like Emma.

  She led me past her sitting area and her main office to her private elevator. Emma slid her badge along the reader and hit the button for the roof. I stood quietly, following Emma’s lead as we rode to the roof, where a helicopter was waiting for us.

  “Not afraid of flying, are you?” Emma asked as the rotors began to spin slowly at first.

  “I’m not sure. I’ve never been in a helicopter before. I’ve been on a plane a few times, but never a helicopter.”

  “It’s much faster than driving, I promise.”

  “I’ll bet it is,” I said, swallowing hard.

  We ducked our heads as we were motioned towards the rear doors, and the rotors sped up. The interior of the helicopter was lavish. Soft dark brown leather wrapped the plush seats, and there was already a bottle of Moscato chilling in a bucket between the chairs.

  “So, is Moscato going to be like ‘our thing?’” I asked, smiling as I took a glass from Emma.

  “I can think of a few other things that are going to be ‘our thing’ shortly my pet,” Emma replied, licking and biting her bottom lip.

  “I’d like to hear what they are if I may. I’m not big on surprises,” I said, taking a sip of the crisp, refreshing, bubbly liquid.

  “I’d like to make sure you know what to expect, so we do need to talk about what I plan to do to you.”

  I downed the entire flute of my drink and held it out for Emma to refill. “It sounds like I’m going to need more of this then.”

  Emma smiled and refilled my glass. “I’m going to take control of you. I’ll let you have your way with me after I’m done if you like, but if you don’t obey me, well, there’s going to be consequences. There’s going to be a blindfold involved, and I have a small crop that I’ll use to punish you if you don’t obey.”

  “Wait... what? What do you mean, a blindfold and a crop? Aren’t those things usually used in BDSM?”

  “I told you I love control, Mia. I’m going to guide you to the most profound physical pleasure experience that you’ve ever felt. I’m going to make you scream with ecstasy after giving you intense, prolonged orgasms. I revel in providing that service. That’s what makes me feel good. That’s what I get out of this, Mia. If you haven’t noticed, I like power and authority over others. This is the ultimate way for me to share that with someone... with you.”

  Matthews words buzzed around in my head. “How do I know that as soon as you’ve taken what you want from me that you won’t just leave me by the wayside? That you won’t just discard me.”

  She looked at me, her bright blue eyes flashing with something I didn’t quite catch. Was it excitement? Was it fear? Was it both?

  “You don’t. But that’s every relationship, Mia. You never know when the other person is going to get tired of you and throw you away like trash. It happens all the time. Why do you think I don’t ‘do’ this relationship crap? It’s for that very reason,” Emma replied, motioning between the two of us. “Someone always gets hurt. If it’s just sex, then each person is getting what they want. We both get off, and we’re done. See you later have a nice life. So, are you still in?”

  The look on Emma’s face was one of deep-rooted, hidden pain. I heard what she had said, but it felt like it was just a facade, a mask to hide behind. I wanted to be with this woman, and I felt like she wanted to be with me for more than just the sex she expressed. I needed to find out where this could go. I had to take a chance.

  “I’m game.”

  Chapter 6

  The helicopter ride over the city was incredible. The sun was still fairly high in the sky, and I felt like a tourist pointing things out while Emma smiled, watching me revel in the wonder of it all.

  “So, tell me about yourself, Emma.”

  My question seemed to catch her off guard because she looked at me, dumbfounded.

  “Ugh, what do you want to know?” she finally responded.

  “You can start by where you grew up. Have you lived in North Carolina all of your life?”

  Emma rolled her eyes and bowed her head. “Why would you want to know that?”

  “I’m just trying to get to know you. Most people start with where they come from. Here, I’ll start. I grew up in a military...”

  “I know where you grew up. I ran a complete background check on you before I had the promotion offered to you. Your parents are still in Germany, and your brothers are deployed overseas, right?”

  “You... you checked up on me?”

  “I told you I don’t offer people positions in my company if I don’t have full faith in their abilities to exceed my expectations. That includes family issues, as well.”

  “So, then you know I haven’t seen my son, Todd, in two months, and it drives me crazy that his pain in the ass father keeps him from me?”
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  “No. I’m sorry to hear that. I thought you were supposed to have visitation for at least a full weekend every month?”

  I guess she checked the court filed custody agreement.

  “I am, but my ex, Ben, always finds a way to keep my son from me. Ben enjoys making me miserable. He knows that I can’t just drive up there on a whim since he moved hours away from where we all used to live. After the divorce, he waited for me to get established with a condo and a job in Charlotte before he decided to up and move to Cliffton, hours away. He said it was because they had better schools than Charlotte, but I knew it was just to piss me off. I’m sorry, I’m rambling about myself when I asked about you.” I blushed.

  “No, I’d rather hear more about you than myself,” Emma replied.

  “But you already know a ton about me thanks to your ‘comprehensive background checks.’ We’ll start easy. Where were you born?” I asked, placing my hand on her knee, trying to make her feel a little more comfortable opening up to me.

  “Livingdale, Texas.”

  I waited for Emma to continue, but it seemed like she was only going to answer the questions I asked instead of elaborating.

  “Okay, how long did you live there?”

  “Until I was seven.”

  “You’re going to have to give me more just than these short answers at some point. Getting to know each other is about details, not bullet points,” I laughed.

  “That’s why I don’t do stuff like this. I don’t like to talk about my past. It made me the woman I am today, and it’s behind me. That’s all you need to know,” Emma replied sternly as she finished off her drink and poured another. She pressed an intercom button before yelling into the speaker, “When will we be landing?”

  “We are making our approach now, Miss. Cross.”

  Emma sat back in her chair, smiling and downed her glass again.

  I looked out the windows as the helicopter descended, and we were at the beach. There was beautiful white sand for as far as the eye could see, and only one house was visible. I guess Emma likes her privacy.

  We landed on the helipad, and due to the sand, we had to wait until the rotors stopped spinning entirely before we could exit.

  After several very uncomfortable silent minutes, we finally exited the helicopter. Emma held her hand out to me to assist me down, and I took it with a smile. Her moods seemed to change like the wind, which was definitely going to take some getting used to.

  We walked up to an elegant mansion built on stilts with enormous windows on every floor. The setting sun glistened off the glass like fire over water. It was truly breathtaking.

  Emma dragged me around the massive home. She showed me the pool, hot tub, and the basketball court first. Then she took me inside and showed me the main living area with a huge fireplace, chef’s kitchen, dining area, and entertainment room that looked like a movie theater. Emma then brought me upstairs where there were five bedrooms and five baths, but she rushed over them as she wanted to bring me to what she called The Tower.

  We climbed another set of stairs to a landing where we were greeted by big steel double doors. The first impression was imposing, and I was hesitant to ask what was behind the doors that she was so excited to show me.

  “If you tell me you’re breeding tigers or something just as deadly, somehow that wouldn’t surprise me.”

  Emma laughed as she unlocked the door and grabbed my hand.

  “No, there’s nothing like that in here. I promise. As a matter of fact, I bet after tonight, this is going to be your favorite room in the entire house,” she smirked and pushed the doors open.

  “I don’t know... that entertainment room was pretty awesome,” I joked.

  She pulled me inside the room.

  “Look at this place,” I said as my eyes opened wide with wonder.

  The room was encased in floor to ceiling windows with dark purple drapes between each pane of glass. There was a soft cream-colored carpet in the center of the room that begged me to take my shoes off.

  I pulled off my flats, walking further inside, and the rug was as luxurious between my toes as it looked.

  A giant king-sized post bed was in the very heart of the room. The bed was made with expensive-looking dark purple and cream silk linens.

  “This place is gorgeous. I’m going to assume that your favorite color is purple?” I giggled.

  “See, you already know plenty about me.” Emma leaned against the window and laughed as she took her black stiletto heels off. Her shoes clattered loudly to the floor.

  “I’d still like to know more,” I responded.

  “You’re going to learn plenty tonight, my pet. I’m going to get changed. You wait right here and don’t move.”

  I sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the lavish room and the scenery outside. The views from up here were stunning. I was a little apprehensive about being intimate in front of all of these windows, though. There didn’t seem to be anyone around for miles, but I was never really an exhibitionist before.

  Emma entered the room again, this time wearing a black leather corset, a lacy thong, and dark thigh-high stockings. She looked like a model straight out of a racy magazine, and the butterflies were back instantly.

  “Remember, I told you I’m going to take control of you, Mia?” Emma asked as she sauntered over to a tall armoire, opening it to reveal several toys. There were long feathers, bottles of lotions, candles, crops, and a wide assortment of dildos and vibrators. “I’m going to give you a crash course in female intimacy tonight.”

  I barely registered what she said. I was still staring at the locker of toys. I had never seen so many of these items in one place other than a sex shop. I was starting to worry that I may have gotten myself in over my head.

  “Don’t we have to discuss a safe word or something like that?” I asked uncomfortably.

  “Stop is usually a good one,” Emma replied with a smile.

  “Okay... so what else should I expect?”

  Emma turned and looked at me over her shoulder. Her dark blue eyes full of lust as she picked up a remote and a delicate black lace blindfold. The mask looked like it belonged at a masquerade party instead of in the bedroom.

  “I told you, I’m going to make you cum over and over again, my pet.” Emma clicked a button on the remote, and the windows all opened in unison, letting in the fresh sea breeze and the lapping sounds of the ocean waves. “I find nature sets the perfect mood for playtime,” she smiled.

  I felt my heart beat faster as Emma walked towards me.

  “Stand in front of the bed, put your hair up and put this on,” Emma demanded, handing me a hair tie and the blindfold.

  I stepped up to her, inches from her face, studying her before saying, “I trust you, Emma.”

  “You better,” she replied grinning.

  I quickly put my hair up in a ponytail and took one last look around before placing the blindfold over my eyes. I felt Emma’s hands reach behind me to tie the mask tightly. As delicate as the mask felt, I could see nothing, but the smell of the ocean immediately got stronger, and the air on my skin sent goosebumps up and down my flesh. It was like my other senses were massively heightened at the loss of my sight.

  My heart beat heavier in my chest as I stood there utterly vulnerable. Emma clicked her tongue in front of me. “These clothes will not do. I need to take them off. Now, Mia, I don’t want you to move unless I tell you too.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  “Good girl.”

  I felt her rip my shirt open, the sound of my buttons dropping to the floor clicking as they bounced off the rug and onto the hardwood. My black lace bra was now exposed to her. My nipples tightened instantly at the chilly air. I gasped at the unexpected assault on my clothes.

  “No moving, Mia.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I unconsciously responded.

  “Oh, I like that. See, you’re a natural at this, my pet.”

  Emma’s fingers traced down my sides
, stopping at the top of my pants. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down to my ankles.

  “Take your feet out.”

  I did as I was told, and I heard the rustling of clothes being tossed aside. Then there was virtual silence except for the waves outside. I was so turned on by the anticipation of what was going to happen next. I felt myself moisten between my thighs.

  To my right, I overheard the clinking of something in a glass. It sounded like ice, and then the soft padding of Emma’s footfalls came closer to me. Emma wrapped her chilled lips around one of my breasts through my bra, and her fingertips pinched the other. I moaned softly at her touch, sucking in a breath and breathing it out slowly. Emma placed an ice chip between the fabric of my bra and my nipple. It was a startlingly cold sensation at first, but then she covered me with her mouth. I felt her tongue do circles around my tight skin over the lace as the ice melted, and the feeling was euphoric.

  I was entirely under Emma’s control, and I liked it.

  “Did you enjoy that, Mia?”

  My response was breathy, “Yes.”

  Emma kissed me passionately. Our lips and tongues met in a whirl. She ran her tongue along my bottom lip and then explored my mouth. Emma tasted delicious, like sweet wine. My blood was pumping in my ears as our kiss became more passionate. I lifted my hands to hold her face, and she instantly pulled away.

  “You just misbehaved, my pet. I told you not to move. Now you’ll have to be punished.”

  “I’m sorry,” I immediately retorted.

  “Turn around and get on the bed on all fours.”

  I was confused, but I did as I was told, turning, and feeling for the bed.

  “You have such a beautiful ass, Mia. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your body is?”

  “No one that meant it,” I whimpered with apprehension.

  “I’m going to make you feel beautiful. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I felt my breath catch in my throat as Emma’s hands rubbed up and down my thighs and my butt, refusing to touch my aching core. I had never wanted another woman to touch me there, but now that was all I wanted.