by Chanel Ivy
Emma grabbed my hand, pulling me along through the maze of her home. We went downstairs to the basement area where I had never been before. We walked past a gigantic bar carved from solid mahogany with pool tables and various electronic game machines. There was a workout room encased in glass to the right, lined with mirrors and every exercise device you could possibly think of. To the left, I assume it was a movie theater since there was a mock ticket booth and movie posters along the wall.
At the end of a very dark hall, there stood an ornately carved mahogany door. Emma pulled a set of keys from her pocket that were marked with the same purple rope that was on my key ring, and I felt a flutter of anticipation deep in my abdomen. She turned to me and smiled before opening the door and turning on the lights.
The room was massive and laid out much like The Tower at her beach house. A four-post bed sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by lush carpeting on the floor and deep purple drapes hung from the walls. There was an armoire in the corner, and I can only assume it held much of the same items as the other one did, making my pulse quicken.
“This is absolutely beautiful, Emma.”
“You like it?” she asked as she ran and jumped onto the bed like a kid.
I laughed at her playful attitude. “I’ve never seen you like this. Are you okay?” I asked, walking over to feel her forehead.
She grabbed my hand, pulling it down to her mouth, kissing each finger before making her way up my arm slowly. “Yes, my pet. I feel perfectly fine. How are you feeling, though?” she asked with concern written all over her face.
“Emma, please. I know what happened was tragic, but I’m not some delicate flower you have to coddle. I’m a big girl, and I’m ready for this, for you,” I replied as I slipped my fingers through her soft dark hair.
My nose filled with the aroma of lavender and roses from her shampoo, sending chills down my body as I remembered the last time I smelled her soap. “So, am I going to see all of you this time? Or are you wearing your corset again?” I huffed.
Emma buried her face into my chest and let out an exasperated sigh. “The cat’s already out of the bag, right?”
“I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“Mia, I’m more comfortable with you than I ever have been with anyone. If I can’t share all of my body with you, then what the hell are we doing?”
“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”
“Let me know if you need me to ease up, but I’m going to warn you, after weeks of seeing you and not being able to touch you, I may not be able to control myself,” Emma laughed.
I smiled at her, grabbing her face in my hands, threading my fingers through her hair, roughly. “I know my safe word, ma’am.”
“Ugh, you’re going to drive me crazy, my pet.”
Emma stood from the bed, pushing me back against the wall, pressing me up against the dark, soft curtains as she looked me over with a gaze of wanton appetite. Emma pulled off her shirt, throwing it to the floor. Her purple laced bra virtually see-through left little to the imagination, making me want to touch her even more. Her breathing quickened as she grabbed my hands in one of hers, pinning them above my head, and she kissed me ferociously.
Emma’s lips on mine were sweet from the wine we were drinking earlier with dinner. I inhaled deeply, smelling her desire for me, and I tilted my head up to kiss her. She lowered her head down to meet me. The kiss was perfect. Soft and warm, but also hard and hot. Emma moaned into my mouth, and the vibration set my whole body on fire.
She moved her other hand down my side, her fingers caressing my thighs as he lifted the edge of my sundress. I moaned softly at her intimate touch, and I felt Emma smile into my lips.
“I’ve wanted to do this for weeks, my pet. Keep your hands above your head, please,” she whispered into my neck as she pulled away from me.
Emma slowly undid each of the buttons on my dress from my chest down to my thighs. Once she was finished, she held my hands again, pulling my dress open with one hand, exposing my black satin bra and panties. My breath caught in my throat as the chilly air hit my warm skin.
“You are so beautiful, Mia Blackburn. Your body makes me ache for you,” she said while gently biting at my nipples through my bra.
She slid her hand down the back of my underwear, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to her body. I could feel the heat emanating off of her, and it drove me wild.
“I want you to touch me everywhere, Emma. I want to feel you inside me. But, let me touch you first, please,” I begged softly.
She let go of my hands, giving me permission, and I ran my fingers down her smooth chest, stopping to cup her breasts in my palms. I slowly reached behind her back, and I felt her tighten, so I moved even slower. The roughness of the scars on her back were a stark contrast to the creamy silkiness of her breasts. I undid the clasp and slid the straps down her shoulders. Emma tossed her bra to the floor with her shirt, and I stared at her voluptuous body before taking one of her nipples into my mouth. The nub hardened between my lips, and she cupped the back of my head, pulling me tighter to her chest. I nipped at her playfully, and she moaned softly.
I continued to lick at her breasts, and my hands traveled down to her loose shorts. With one quick push, they were down around her ankles, and she kicked them away. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I stepped back to see that she was cleanly shaven.
“Someone was expecting this,” I giggled.
“What are you talking about? I get waxed on the regular. But... I may have shaved this morning just in case,” she smiled back at me.
I pushed Emma back towards the bed. “Sit,” I commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I liked being in control of her.
I crouched in front of her, pushing her legs wide open in front of me. I spread her lips open and slid a finger inside of her wet satin flesh. Emma cried out my name in return as she threw her head back, continuing to moan in delight. Her lips, swollen and wanting, turned a rosy pink as the blood rushed to her sex. The thrill I got from pleasing her made me so moist that my underwear became uncomfortable.
I stood and removed them, tossing them at Emma playfully.
She dangled them in front of her face. “I can smell your want, and I can’t wait to taste you, my pet,” she whispered.
“It’s my turn first, my love,” I responded before pressing my thumb gently into her hard clit.
I reveled in her euphoric groans of satisfaction.
Emma’s juices flowed as she lifted her hips to meet my hand. Her writhing at my touch was intoxicating. I looked over her arching body and watched her buck as I pushed two fingers past her hungry lips.
I stood, never letting my hand leave her warm, aching heat, and caressed her nipple with my other hand. I pinched and pulled at the tight round, brown nub, and licked kisses around her stomach, making my way back down between her legs.
“God, you’re beautiful, Emma,” I whispered into her lips before slowly dragging my tongue over her throbbing clitoris.
I tasted her slight saltiness, and I enjoyed the contrast from her alcohol sweetened lips. “Your pussy tastes so good, Emma,” I moaned before I took her back into my mouth, sucking on her pleasure center and toying with the tight bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue.
Emma thrust her hips forward, pushing her groin lusciously deeper into my mouth. I pulled back and flicked the tip of her protruding sex, rolling my tongue over her before sliding two fingers deep inside of her again. I tenderly attacked both parts of her, over and over again. I could feel she was getting close to orgasm, so I intensified my efforts, rubbing my lips over her and flicking my tongue over her most sensitive areas. I added a third finger, and Emma groaned at the change in sensation. Her entire body tensed and then released as her juices swirled around my fingers, and she screamed out a euphoric battle cry. I continued to suck and pleasure her as she slowly calmed. Her insides stopped t
hrobbing, and I slowly pulled out of her and gave her lips one final kiss. Emma jolted at the sensation.
“Sorry, it’s super sensitive,” she smiled.
I looked up at her face, almost drunk from pleasing her. “I guess that was good then?”
“Good? Oh my gosh, Emma. I haven’t had an Earth-shattering orgasm like that in a very long time. That was amazing. You’re amazing,” she said as she sat up to brush her hands through my hair and kiss me. “Now, stand up and let me touch you,” she demanded.
I stood from my crouched position, blood rushing to my head as she grabbed the back of my neck, kissing me intensely. My body positively ached for Emma to fondle me. Her hands dropped from my neck to my breasts. She pulled my bra down and then off, displaying my breasts for her to stroke and suck. As she licked my nipple, her hands fell between my legs.
“You are absolutely drenched for me, my pet. What do you want me to do to you?
“I want you to do with me as you please, ma’am,” I responded with heavy breaths.
I gasped as she quickly pulled my underwear off and slid her fingers between my wet folds. Emma’s touch gave me so much pleasure I found myself grinding into her fingers, urging them to penetrate me. She slid her middle finger inside me as her thumb circled my aching clit. I felt her finger pump and thrust inside me as she continued to fondle my breast and kiss at my neck.
I looked into Emma’s eyes. They were wide, taking in everything that was happening. She wasn’t used to being fully naked with a partner, and I now understood her need for control, so I gave it to her.
Her lips curved into a smile as her brilliant blue eyes penetrated me. I had never felt such a connection with someone while they were touching me like this. There was something about Emma, something about everything we had been through together in such a short amount of time, that made me lose every inhibition and enjoy parts of my body in a way I never knew they could be enjoyed. I found myself missing the blindfold and being spanked.
“Are you going to use the blindfold and maybe spank me a little?” I asked shyly.
“Oh, you miss those fun things I introduced you to, don’t you, you naughty girl? I happen to have a nice purple lace blindfold for you here, my pet,” Emma replied, pulling her fingers from between my thighs.
A chill replaced where her warm hand had been. She walked over to the armoire; the scars on her back were on full display. My heart broke for her and what she had to have gone through to get them. Even not knowing what happened, I could only imagine that what I had experienced only paled in comparison to what she had endured. But I refused to let my face show any of that remorse. The bedroom was no place for reliving past traumas, so I focused on her perfectly round bottom. She was exotically beautiful.
Emma turned back to me with a bottle of oil and a dark purple laced mask, just like the black one from The Tower. I smiled at her in anticipation and stood at the foot of the bed, awaiting her instructions.
“Here is your hair tie, and your blindfold, my pet.” I put my hair up, placed the mask over my eyes, and everything went dark.
I was worried I would freak out because of what happened with Stuart, but I felt safe with Emma, so one deep breath and her touch on my shoulders was all it took to calm any fears I had. Emma helped me tie the blindfold, and grabbed my hands, leading me to stand in front of her as I felt her sit on the edge of the bed.
“Bend over my lap, my pet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I did as instructed, and I heard the squishing noises of Emma emptying some of the contents of the bottle into her hands and rubbing her palms together. In an instant, her hands were all over me. She stroked my lower back, my shoulders, and up and down my arms. Everywhere felt good, but it wasn’t what I was expecting. The anticipation was driving me mad, but I knew this was part of Emma’s carnal game, and I had to be patient.
She finally rubbed her hand up and down my thigh, grabbing and playing with my ass. Emma began rubbing her fingertip up and down over my wet pussy, and my whole body shook with pleasure.
“Are you moving, my pet?” Emma asked with a wickedly sensual tone to her already enticing accent.
“Sorry, ma’am.”
Without warning, Emma spanked me. The stinging pleasure sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body as I cried out for more. She struck me again with her palm hitting directly over my wanting core, and I felt electrified. Goosebumps covered my body from the excitement.
Emma poured more oil into her hand and gently rubbed the pleasantly sore areas of my bottom before striking me again. Each time she struck, my pleasure heightened, and she gently soothed any pain with her soft hands and the warm oil.
“Look at you,” she murmured. “All wet and wanting more.”
“Yes, please,” was all my sex-crazed brain could think of as a response.
“Up, and on the bed, please. On your back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I stood, my head dizzied from lust, and I reached out for the soft sheets to guide myself onto the mattress. I instinctively put my hands above my head, gripping the headboard as I lay down.
Emma was in control of this situation, and it was exhilarating.
I felt Emma’s weight on the bed below me crawl closer. She straddled my waist, and I could feel the heat from her sex on my stomach. Emma lowered her mouth to mine, sucking my bottom lip before her tongue traced a line down my neck to my chest. She palmed both of my breasts greedily, rolling my nipples between her fingertips, and sucking each of them in turn.
Every touch sent a jolt of delicious pleasure down my body and into my groin.
Emma pushed my breasts together and licked both of my nipples at the same time, causing me to groan and pull at the headboard, making the wood creak in response.
She sat up, and I felt her fingers trace a circle around my face before dragging her fingertips across my lips. “Suck on my fingers, my pet. Taste them before they taste like you. I want you to enjoy the difference.”
I did as I was told, and the oil from Emma’s hands had a faint coconut flavor. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and knelt between my thighs, spreading my sex open wide. My breath hitched in my throat as her fingers plunged deep inside my core and began to dance inside of me, finding the precise spot I needed to be touched. She poured more oil over my hard clit and began to rub delightful circles over it.
I trembled from the pressure of her fingers inside me and the touch of her rubbing against my clit. Emma’s breath quivered against me as she slowly pushed her fingers in deeper, and her tongue met my clit. “You are so tight and wet, Mia.” Her voice was tense.
I cried out in pleasure as Emma pumped in and out of me over and over. I was dripping for her, and her fingers were so skilled. It felt immeasurably intense as Emma fucked me hard with deep, vigorous thrusts, her fingertips rubbing my absolute core, and her mouth pleasuring me.
Emma grunted her approval as I screamed out her name, clutching the headboard so tightly I feared I would break it. I rolled my head back and utterly savored every touch and every push settling pressure on my center.
Every sensation built up inside of me, low, and heavy. My entire body vibrated with tremors from the ecstasy her mouth and fingers provided me. There was an aching knot rolling down my body and back up again. Finally, all of the passions exploded deep inside so hard and fast that I screamed out. I didn’t care who heard me as I fell apart. Emma continued to push deep and moaned as I felt her fingers dig deep into my hips as she thrust her tongue deep into my pussy. Her nails created a pleasurable pain that released as she slowly relaxed and lapped up my juices, while my body slowly stopped convulsing.
Gently, I released my vice grip on the headboard and relaxed into the silk sheets and Emma’s warm embrace. She lay next to me. Her arm draped over my chest, playing with a stray lock of my hair absentmindedly before her fingers found my mouth.
“Do you taste yourself on me?”
“I do, and I love it. That was incr
edible.”
Emma nuzzled closer to me and I felt my pulse still pounding throughout my body as we clung to one another in blissful silence.
Chapter 6
I started to fall asleep when Emma stirred.
“We should shower.”
Her unexpected words woke me up. “Yeah?”
“Come,” she beckoned, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the bed toward another door.
We walked into the most gorgeous bathroom I had ever seen. The room itself was massive, probably the size of my entire apartment. There was a front sitting room with soft plush chairs in front of an enormous mirror, hidden lights in the white marble floor, and recessed into the ceiling. A long table lined the mirror with shelving for every makeup and hair product you could think of inside. There was a small step up to the bath area where the oversized seamless tub sat on its own ledge made of teak slat flooring. Every ridge and step had soft yellow light emanating from it, creating a dim glow to the elegant room. To the right of the tub, there was a considerably large stall encased in glass etched with delicate orchid flowers. Each flower had a vague hue of purple stained into the glass. The shower door was like a piece of art. There was a large silver box in the ceiling above the drain in the shower.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the box.
“That, my dear, is the luxury rainfall showerhead. It’s the most wonderful feeling to be encased in hot droplets of water falling all around you. You really must try it, but first, I’d like us to take a bath. My lower back is tight, and the jets in the tub can do wonders for aching muscles,” Emma replied, swinging my hand in hers like a schoolgirl.
I smiled at her happiness. “A bath sounds perfect right about now.”
Emma ran the water, and I looked through her collection of makeup and lotions.
“Mia, that bottle you have in your hand...”
“This one?” I asked, holding up a bottle of rose-infused bath oil.
“Yep. I love that one. Pour some in the water, and come join me,” Emma replied as she stepped slowly into the steaming tub.