by Chanel Ivy
“The same rules apply. Don’t move.”
The sound of flesh on flesh was deafening. Emma had just spanked me. My skin burned from the unexpected impact, and I let out a small yelp. The burn wasn’t painful, though. It created a wave of heat that traveled through my body, igniting all of my senses. Emma grunted and struck me again, this time lower, connecting with both cheeks and the center of my aching mound. I whimpered at the pleasurable pain.
I expected another, but Emma got off of the bed, and I heard her rummaging through another drawer.
“Hands above your head.”
I followed her instructions, burying my face in the pillows.
The pillows were pulled away, and a silk-like rope was wrapped around my wrists. I heard metal on metal clanking. Emma must have secured me to the bed frame.
“Now you can’t break the rules, so don’t try.”
I felt increasingly vulnerable with my ass high in the air, and my hands tied above my head with my face planted in the sheets, but it was all still so thrilling.
The glass sounded again, and Emma lifted my panties, putting an ice cube on my swollen pussy. The cold jolted me, but the chill was subdued by Emma’s warm mouth over the mesh. I tried not to move, but my hips instinctively rose to push harder against her lips.
Finally, Emma pulled my underwear to the side, spreading my lips wide with her hands before plunging her tongue deep inside of me.
My body responded by pushing back again, and Emma slapped her hand on my ass while her tongue found my hard clit. I bucked again, and Emma pulled away, spanking me again.
“I told you, Mia. No moving, or you get punished. Now we have to start all over again,” she said, grabbing both of my legs and flipping me over onto my back in one swift motion.
Emma got up from the bed again, and I was breathless with need. The fluttering butterflies in my stomach were replaced by hawks pecking to be set free. I found myself begging for her touch, for her to give me the release that I so desired.
“Please, Emma. You have to touch me more. You can’t leave me like this. I need you. I want you. This is insane.”
“The buildup is all part of the experience, my pet. You’ll learn to be patient,” Emma giggled.
I huffed in exasperation as all went silent. My breathing slowed, but my heart still pounded in my throat, waiting for Emma’s next stroke.
Just as I was about to call out to see if she had left me, I felt a soft tickling sensation starting at my toes. It had to be the feathers. I wiggled a little, and there was a sharp slap on my inner thigh. That must have been the crop.
“Don’t move.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Emma dragged the delicate fringes of the feather up my legs, around my stomach, over my chest, across my neck, and over my arms. I wiggled when she got to my underarms, and there was a light slap on my nipple with the crop.
I gasped at the acute sensation, and I felt my core clench with arousal.
“I warned you,” Emma said as she put the crop in my mouth. I tasted the leather, and it made me more excited. I groaned and licked at the end in response.
The crop pulled away, and the feathers returned back to my stomach before they disappeared entirely.
I could hear Emma breathing intensely as she climbed onto the bottom of the bed at my feet. She ran her fingertips up my legs and hooked her fingers into my underwear, pulling them off. She spread my legs open wide, bending them at my knees. The feathers returned to pet gently under my belly button down to my mound before vanishing again.
The anticipation was killing me.
A warm liquid was poured over my pussy, and Emma rubbed it in everywhere, slowly. Her fingers brushed over my clit, dipped down into my folds, and stroked my ass. My mouth was now watering as I whimpered and begged for Emma to penetrate me.
“Please, Emma... please.”
I heard a buzzing noise and felt a cold pressure on my bottom as something smooth slipped past my tight muscle. I never had anything in my ass before, but it felt pleasantly tight. The vibrations of the toy sent shivers up my spine. Emma pushed two fingers inside of me, and her tongue found my aching pleasure center at the same time. I cried out in instant release.
I had never cum so fast before in my entire life.
“I’m not done with you, pet,” Emma whispered as she continued to penetrate me with her fingers, slipping another inside, and her mouth suckled at me.
The toy’s vibration grew stronger, and Emma pushed a fourth finger inside of me, curling her fingers, finding my g-spot. I was filled to capacity in front and behind as my body whirled with ecstasy.
My hips rose again as my climax built. Emma nibbled on my clit, and that sent me crashing over the edge like the waves against the sand. I found myself screaming Emma’s name as I pulled at the ropes binding me.
My body pulsed around her fingers, and the toy as Emma slowly pulled each from me. My head buzzed, and my heart thumped, sending jolts of electricity through my body as I calmed down. I was exhausted but still worked up.
Emma pulled the blindfold from my eyes and untied me. As soon as I was free, I grabbed her, pulling her body down to mine. Her leather corset top pressed against my sweaty chest, and her dark brown nipples peaked over the garment.
Kissing a line up her soft neck to her lips, I plunged my hand between her thighs, rubbing her mound, avoiding her sweet spot. I was going to tease the hell out of her now, and I was going to enjoy every moment.
Emma’s face scrunched up, her eyes full of want. I denied her the pleasure she so craved, and I could feel her trembling with need.
“Tell me what I should do to you, Emma. Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked, whispering into her ear.
“I want you to fuck me. I want your fingers deep inside me,” she begged.
I had my fun taunting her, and I was definitely over being teased myself. I was going to give her exactly what she asked for. I did what felt natural, pushing aside her black lace thong, and I plunged my finger past her slick, wet lips and inside of her. Emma moaned with satisfaction into my ear as she buried her face into my neck and her fingers back inside of me again. I gasped at my own level of sensitivity and used my left hand to wrap around the small of her back, arching her into my caressing strokes, and she keened louder.
Her soft insides began to tighten against me as her fingers pushed in and out of me faster. I pulled out of her kissing my way around her neck and chest. I let her building orgasm fade before it could take her completely. When she relaxed, I pushed my finger in again, deeper this time before adding another.
I used my thumb to circle her clit as my fingers explored her wetness, and she did the same to me. Emma’s eyes stared deep into mine, becoming dark, lustrous, and heavy. I knew she was fighting her climax. She didn’t want to orgasm just yet. She wanted my touch to last forever, and I did too, but the sounds of her moaning were more than I could take. I demanded to feel her release.
I pulled her closer to me again and whispered into her ear, “You are so wet, Emma. I need to feel you cum for me.”
I ventured a third finger inside of her, and she let out a whimper that built into a breathy scream, “Yes! Oh, yes.”
Emma was unable to hold onto herself any longer, and neither was I. Her nails dug deep into my skin, and I held her tightly as we both pulsated with our release.
Emma’s head sunk into my shoulder, breathing heavily as she pulled her hand from between my legs. I pulled my fingers from her body up to my mouth. I wiped my fingers along my lips, tasting the saltiness of her juices and kissed her. Our tongues fought against one another as our passion took over. My hands were all over her body and hers over mine.
Emma reached down, freeing my breast from the cup of my bra and sucking my tight nipple into her warm mouth. I let my head fall back as I moaned. I reached up, trying to unbuckle the corset, and Emma stiffened.
“No. That stays on,” she demanded with hard eyes staring down at me.
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nbsp; “But I want to see your body. I want to touch you everywhere.”
Emma sat up, straddling me, closing her eyes as if she was contemplating her response. Then she got up and left the room entirely without another word.
Chapter 7
I sat in bed alone, unsure of what to do. Eventually, I fell asleep and awoke to the sun peeking through the windows and the smell of delicious food.
At the bottom of the bed, there were clothes laid out for me and a note that said I should wash up before coming down to breakfast. I showered and dressed quickly before creeping downstairs, not knowing what to expect.
Emma was sitting at the table with a plate in front of her working on her laptop. There was a chef, white coat and all, in the kitchen milling about. She looked up at me as soon as I entered the room.
“What can I get you for breakfast, ma’am?”
“What do you have made already?” I asked, trying to pretend to not be surprised by seeing another person in the house.
Emma chimed in without looking away from her computer. “She’ll make anything you want. That’s what she’s paid for, Mia.”
So today I was going to be dealing with the cold and angry Emma, I guess.
I looked at what was left on Emma’s plate and asked for the same. “I’ll have scrambled eggs and bacon with coffee, please.”
The chef quickly went to work on my request with a fake smile plastered on her face, making me feel a bit awkward.
I sat down at the table with Emma gently. I wasn’t sure how the hard seat was going to treat my tender bottom. I looked in the mirror earlier, and there were no marks, but my bottom was definitely sore from last night’s activities. Just the thought of last night started the stirring of lust in between my thighs.
Emma surprised me by breaking the awkward silence. “Your ex-husband lives about thirty minutes from here, and it’s still early. Do you want to drive up and see if he’ll let you take your son to school this morning? We’ll fly back to Charlotte right after.”
I was stunned at her suggestion. It was entirely out of left field, but the thought of seeing my son made me giddy, and I was not going to pass up an opportunity to do so.
“I’d love to. Thank you, Emma.”
“Good. Eat up. Your son’s bus leaves at eight-ten, so we have to leave soon to get there before he leaves the house.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you know what time my son’s bus leaves,” I said as the chef put a steaming plate of food in front of me.
Emma looked up from her laptop for the first time. “It’s probably better that you don’t.”
I ate quickly and gathered my belongings before Emma escorted me downstairs to the garage. There was a Land Rover SUV, and a Maserati convertible parked next to one another in the giant garage. Emma walked up to a box on the wall opening it.
“Which one do you want to take?” she asked.
“Ugh, duh... the convertible. Todd is going to love being dropped off at school in front of all his friends in the coolest car ever,” I laughed.
“Good choice. If you said the Rover, we were going to take the GT anyway,” she smiled. “I speak the language of teenage boys.”
“I bet you do.”
I liked this playful side of Emma. I wanted to ask her what her abrupt exit was all about last night, but I didn’t want to spoil her mood, so I put the question off for another time.
Emma tossed me the keys, and my face dropped.
“I can’t drive this thing. It costs more than my apartment.”
“You’ll be fine. It’s just a car. You do know how to drive a car, right? You have a driver’s license, so you should.”
“Yeah, but this is different. This isn’t just a car, it’s a serious piece of machinery,” I replied anxiously.
“You’ll be fine. You get in, turn it on, shift into gear, and use the brake and the gas pedal like any other vehicle. Now let’s go, or we’ll be late,” Emma said as she got in the passenger side.
Reluctantly I got in, put my things in the back, and started the car. The engine roared to life, and it was nothing less than exciting. I gripped the soft leather-wrapped steering wheel and checked the mirrors. I had to adjust them, and the seat since Emma was taller than me, but I was startlingly comfortable. It was like the car hugged you.
The garage door lifted, and I put the vehicle into gear, letting off the brake slowly at first.
“Come on, grandma, we’ve got someplace to be, and if you’re driving this slow, we’ll never make it there in time. Punch it,” Emma instructed, smiling.
I threw caution to the wind and hit the accelerator. The car responded by putting me back in the seat instantly as we sped down the empty road, the salty air whirling through my hair. I felt so free and empowered at the same time. Looking over at Emma, my heart melted at the genuine smile on her face. She was relaxed and enjoying herself. I had never seen her like this before. She was always so in control and guarded, except for very briefly last night.
Although my emotions were already amped up from the drive and being around Emma, the reasoning in my brain was still trying to figure out what last night was all about. Had I done something wrong? I needed to talk to her about this soon, or it was going to eat me up inside.
Emma tilted her head back casually, basking in the early morning rays of the sun. She was stunning in a white silk blouse, dark navy pencil skirt, and matching navy stiletto heels.
“You look beautiful today,” I blurted out.
Emma turned to look at me, pulling her sunglasses down so I could see her fearless eyes. “Thank you, Mia. You look outstanding in the clothes I picked out for you.”
“You have good taste,” I smiled.
The rest of the drive was quiet and peaceful. The sun was warm, the breeze was cool, and the scenery was lovely. We pulled up to my ex-husband’s house with ten minutes to spare thanks to my newly found lead foot.
I got out of the car and headed to the front door while Emma leaned casually against the convertible. I knocked, and Ben, my ex, answered.
“Mia, what the hell are you doing here? And what are you wearing?” he asked with a look of complete surprise.
I ignored his mean comment about my attire. I guess he wasn’t used to seeing me in a skirt and heels.
“I was in the neighborhood, and I figured I’d see if Todd wanted me to drop him off at school. I didn’t get to see him last week like I was supposed to, so I imagined this wouldn’t be a problem,” I replied dryly.
“Well... ugh...”
“Hey, Dad. Who’s at the door? Mom!” Todd yelled as he pushed past Ben, hugging me tightly.
“Hey, honey. I stopped by to see if you wanted me to drop you off at school today.”
He looked up at me, smiling from ear to ear and then looked past me at Emma and the awaiting convertible.
“Wow!” He yelled as he ran down the sidewalk to the car. “Is this your car, Mom?”
Emma answered for me. “It sure is hers. It was a bonus for her new Director position at work. Do you like it?” She said, stepping away so he could admire the sparkly dark purple paint job.
“Like it? This is the coolest car ever! You’re going to take me to school in this? My friends are going to be so jealous. This is so cool, Mom. Congrats on the promotion too. How come you didn’t call to tell me?” he asked as he ran his hand down the length of the Maserati.
I stepped down from the front stairs studying Ben’s reaction to all of this new information. He was dumbfounded, and it felt good. I was surprised by Emma telling my family that the car was mine. But I certainly wasn’t about to question her in front of them. It would have deflated the happiness on my son’s face and given Ben another reason to put me down.
“I meant to call you, buddy, but I’ve been super busy, and I know you just got back from that camping trip with school.”
“Oh, that was just a field trip, we didn’t stay over or anything,” Todd replied.
I looked at Ben angrily
. “Oh, was it? I was led to believe you were there all week and that’s why you couldn’t stay with me over the weekend. I guess I must’ve misunderstood. Isn’t that right, Ben?” I muttered through gritted teeth glaring at my ex-husband for lying to me.
Ben averted his eyes.
“I’m Todd Grimsley, by the way,” my son said, reaching out to shake Emma’s hand.
“I’m Emma Cross. I work with your mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Todd Grimsley.”
“You’re lucky to work with my mom. She’s the best.”
“I’m beginning to realize that the more I get to know her.” Emma smiled at me, and I felt my cheeks flush.
“Let me grab my book bag, and we can go, Mom,” Todd said before he jogged back up the sidewalk and inside the house.
Ben came down to admire the car and stood next to Emma.
“So, you work with Mia?”
“Yes.”
“Any you said your name was Emma, what?” Ben asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
I rolled my eyes at his lack of etiquette.
Emma noticed his rude demeanor as well but stood her ground. She was taller than Ben by a few inches, which I’m sure made him feel like he had to make up for his inadequacy in the height department by being more of an ass than usual.
“Cross, Emma Cross,” she replied, looking him up and down, seemingly unimpressed.
Ben’s entire demeanor changed when he figured out who she was.
“As in the Emma Cross? CEO of Cross Financial?” he blathered.
“The one and only,” she replied humbly.
“Wow. What the hell are you doing hanging out with Mia then?”
That was a low blow, but I ignored it. Emma, not so much.
“I’ll have you know that Mia has become an integral part of my Executive team. She’s an amazing woman and is completely dedicated to getting the work done right and making sure our clients have the best of everything. I think you were just too full of yourself to see how much of an amazing woman she really is. Hey, your loss is my gain, Ben.”