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

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by Suzy Shearer


  Emma thought a little. She realised that if she and Simon were a couple then he would need to meet Greg and Nina. Maybe it would be a good idea to do it this week.

  Nervously she asked, “I don’t suppose you’d like to have dinner with my best friends? We try and have a meal together at least every other week.”

  “I’d love to. Sweetheart, I really want to meet your friends.” He gave her a squeeze to reinforce his words. “I want to be a part of your life.”

  “Thank you. I’ll sort it out with them, but probably Friday night here.”

  “Okay, guess we can play the rest by ear.”

  “Are you hungry? I’ve got some chicken marinating.”

  “Starving.” He grinned at her. “How’s the ankle?”

  “Great.”

  She held out her foot. Simon lifted her leg and poked and prodded at it. She didn’t feel a thing. There was still a very faint yellow tinge to it but otherwise it was fine.

  “Good, your doctor approves.”

  She stood and held out her hand for him.

  “Come on, let’s eat.”

  They walked into the kitchen and Simon perched on a stool and watch as Emma put together their meal. She set the rice cooking, then poured a glass of white wine for them both. Sitting alongside him on the countertop, Emma asked.

  “So tell me, is there any foods you don’t eat?”

  “Nah. I eat anything, drink anything, within reason. I like a glass or two of wine but don’t drink any more. Patched up too many drunks or had to tell too many people their loved ones are gone to ever drink much.”

  “That’s good. I like a glass but I’m not into drinking a lot. What about desserts?”

  “Bring ’em on! I love them.” He grinned at her. “I have the biggest sweet tooth.”

  “I’m glad, because so do I.”

  Emma knew the rice was almost ready so she quickly started the stir fry. Within ten minutes they were sitting at the table, relaxing and eating.

  “Mm, this is delicious, beats cafeteria food any day. Actually, anything beats it.”

  “I suppose you grab meals whenever you can.”

  “Basically. Sometimes it’s just a sandwich or even a candy bar. Other times we can relax and actually eat a ‘normal’ meal.”

  “Is the food that bad?”

  “Actually, it isn’t. The hospital does make decent meals but it’s finding the time to eat them. Nothing worse than sitting down to eat then getting called away. You come back half an hour later and it’s cold and greasy. Yuk!”

  “Sounds horrid. At least with my job the food is good.”

  “If it’s anything like this, I’m in the wrong profession.”

  When they finished eating, Emma threw the dishes in the machine and they sat back in the family room. Simon lifted her legs onto his knees, and they sat relaxing while he stroked her legs. Emma had to admit it was distracting but she managed to keep half her mind on the conversation.

  “Do you like going out for dinner?”

  “I do. It makes a great change from cooking all day. When I’m working on recipes it can become rather boring to taste meal after meal that you have to cook yourself.”

  “Guess that makes sense. I thought we could go somewhere tonight. I think there’s an Italian bistro that isn’t far away.”

  “I’m in your hands.”

  Simon looked at her. His eyes seemed to burn into her.

  “Yes, you are.”

  Emma caught her breath. There was no denying the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her.

  “For the last two weeks I dreamt of nothing else but you. I’ve dreamt of you writhing beneath me, of you screaming when you come. Oh, the feel of your skin, the way you tremble when I touch you.”

  She looked at him with wide eyes. His words filled her heart and she leant toward him and gently pressed her lips to his. That simple touch was electric. It was heat, it was passion. It ignited what had been smouldering between them since he arrived.

  He grabbed the back of her head and held it fast to him. His lips mashed against hers as his tongue dove between her teeth. She moaned in the back of her throat as his kiss took her sailing away to heaven.

  Emma could feel his hand pulling her hair while the other had gripped her leg. She wanted more. She forced her hand between them and rubbed his cock through his clothing. Now it was his turn to moan.

  Abruptly he stood. He held her plait and gave it a gently tug. She stood alongside him. He pulled against her hair again. Her neck was exposed and he kissed it then softly bit before dropping her plait.

  “Strip.”

  Emma wasted no time in removing her clothes.

  “Now strip me.”

  She undid the buttons on his shirt and almost ripped it from his arms. Unbuckling his belt, she undid the zip to his fly and lowered his pants. His cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear. It bounced free as she removed them.

  “Give me my belt and then get on all fours in front of me.”

  As soon as she heard the word “belt” Emma practically came. She quickly got onto her hands and knees, her cute butt stuck up high in the air.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Now she knew he could see her wet slit, see her juices almost dripping. He grabbed her hair again and then stood alongside her. Using her plait, he pulled tight then she heard the swish of his belt as he swung it toward her body. She cried out in pleasure as it struck across her buttocks.

  Again he swung. This time it lashed across the cheeks of her arse. All the while, he kept pressure on her hair as he began to systemically use the belt across her arse and her buttocks until she was screaming in ecstasy.

  He dropped her hair and moved. This time the end of the belt landed on her slit. It stung in a glorious way and she felt her first orgasm building fast. The next lash caught her clit and she shouted as she came. Simon wasn’t finished with the belt yet. Again he hit her across the arse cheeks, then once more between her legs.

  Em was sure she’d skipped level one and two and gone straight to level three. She was beyond pleasure.

  Now she was floating on a high of pain-fuelled arousal. She pleaded for more.

  She vaguely felt his hands roughly grab her arse cheeks then pull them apart. His fingers were pushing into them, rubbing against the lashes. She felt one finger push into her arse and she cried loudly. Another finger thrust into her wet cunt then out to pinch her clit hard. She came again.

  Simon threw her body around until she was on her back. The carpet rubbing against the welts on her arse, giving her more pain, more pleasure. She heard the crackle as he tore open a condom. He spread her legs apart and thrust his cock into her cunt. Savagely he pounded into her—back and forth. He leant forward and took one nipple in his mouth. She could feel his teeth biting, sawing on it. His thrusting became faster, harder, deeper, and at that point Emma had lost all control.

  She climaxed hard but Simon kept up his relentless pounding. She could hear his pants, feel the sweat dripping onto her body, but she was so far into sub-space that it made no sense. She felt him jerk. Felt him hold his cock deep inside her. Felt his teeth bite down hard. Felt him fill her with his cum but it was if it were happening to someone else.

  Emma gave a shudder as her final climax ripped through her pain-filled body. She lost sense of time and space. Far away, in the back of her mind, she knew Simon lifted her body, knew he cleaned her and rubbed cream into her body. She knew he cradled her in his arms, murmuring words that made no sense.

  All she knew was she was safe. That he would take care of her. That he would always control her. She sighed as she floated away. She sighed because she knew she had finally found the one man in the world she had always searched for. She closed away her thoughts and slipped into sleep.

  * * * *

  Simon sat on the couch with Emma nestled in his arms. He stroked her face, traced the contours of her lips. She marvelled him. At the moment she was asleep. He could hear her s
oftly breathing as she slowly came back down from their play session.

  He still wanted to pinch himself when he thought about her. Here was a woman who had the same desires and wants as him. She had given him her trust and handed over control. He knew it must have been hard for her, yet she had.

  And the way she responded!

  It was arousing, amazing, erotic!

  He had only known her for a short time but already he couldn’t imagine life without her. Not only was she sexually desirable, she was witty, clever, funny, talented. The list seemed endless.

  He could sit here all night as long as she was in his arms.

  He had a feeling that some of the belt hits may bruise a little but he knew she wouldn’t mind. He had bought some Arnica cream. He’d put it in his pocket. He picked it out of his pants pocket and then slathered it across her buttocks and the beautifully rounded cheeks of her arse. Simon decided he would make sure there was a tube in every room of the house, just in case.

  He grinned to himself.

  He needed to get those hooks so he could tie her up properly. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of her hanging before him. Slowly he heard a change in her breathing as she began to wake.

  Those gorgeous green eyes opened and looked up into his face.

  “Hi.”

  She blushed. He loved that about her.

  “Hello.”

  * * * *

  The next day they drove out to the vineyard. There were only a few other visitors so they were able to take their time looking at the various wines on offer. Simon picked up a couple of bottles of both white and red. They wandered into the cheese shop and promptly fell in love.

  It was a cheese lover’s dream.

  Both thought the name funny—The Stinky Cheese Shop—but they sampled, smelt, and agonised over what to buy. In the end Emma decided on some Camembert, she had an idea for an entrée. She also chose a strong crumbly vintage cheddar, some Haloumi, and when she discovered it, some Parmigiano-Reggiano.

  Simon dragged her over to show her a truffle Brie and a cheddar flavoured with pickled onions. In the end they got some of both as well as a rounded cheddar. When they arrived at the register, the woman immediately behind them in the line recognised Emma. Emma blushed but was gracious.

  The shop actually had a few of her cookbooks on their shelves and the woman bought two then asked Emma to autograph them for her. That started a minor rush with some of the other patrons doing the same thing. Emma took it in her stride and signed, laughed, and joked with them all. Finally she and Simon were able to get away. He had discovered some fresh baguettes and had bought them as well. Simon led her outside. There were several tables and chairs scattered through the grounds and he found one sheltered from the sun for them.

  Setting her down, he told her to wait while he got a couple of plates and knives from the car. When he returned, he also had fresh coffee. They spread out their cheeses and Emma discovered Simon had also bought some thin slices of prosciutto and a jar of sun-dried tomatoes.

  It was perfect, sitting on the grounds, eating such fresh produce and enjoying the weather. Both were completely relaxed.

  “What would you like to do, Em?”

  Emma shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea, I’m in your hands.”

  “Mm, I like the sound of that.”

  She grinned at him.

  “I think we should go shopping.”

  “Shopping?”

  He nodded his head. “There are a few items I’d like to buy.”

  Emma cocked her head and looked at him puzzled.

  “Things like a few eyebolts, a flogger, some nice soft rope, and anything else I see that might prove interesting.”

  Emma’s mouth was an o as she thought about the things he intended to do with his goodies.

  “Maybe some handcuffs and a gag. What do you think?”

  Emma fanned herself.

  “I think you have a very good idea.”

  Simon stood and threw their rubbish in the bin, then held his hand out for her. He pulled her to her feet and led the way to the car. Their cheeses were packed into a small fridge in the back of the SUV. He opened the door for her then got in behind the wheel. He drove them back to the city and pulled into an empty parking spot. Pulling out his phone, he typed in a few words then grinned over at her.

  “Found a place.”

  He pulled the car back out into the stream of traffic and drove for another ten minutes before finding another car space and parking the car. Getting out, he walked around then helped Emma out. She was nervous but excited at what was coming.

  He led her down the street then into a nondescript building, up a set of stairs to a large doorway. Pushing it open, he ushered her inside.

  It was an Aladdin’s cave for BDSM aficionados.

  Emma fairly swooned at the sight of floggers, paddles, and whips. Simon dragged her along the shelves, pointing out various toys. In the end he bought a flogger, paddle, a few sets of clover clamps, a blindfold, cuffs, rope, and a crop. Standing at the counter waiting to be served, Emma noticed Simon was still looking around. He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a rabbit. Emma just shook her head.

  When they finally left the store, Simon drove to the same hardware shop he had visited where they had bought lunch yesterday. He raced inside and returned in a few minutes.

  “Success.”

  He handed over a bag and Emma look inside to see six eyebolts.

  “I don’t suppose you have an electric drill?”

  “Sorry, electric whisk, yes, drill no.”

  “Doesn’t matter, I have one at home. I’ll bring it over tomorrow.”

  They arrived back at Emma’s and once she unlocked the house, Simon carried in all their purchases. Emma put the cheeses in the fridge and the wine onto the rack. Simon spread his BDSM purchases on the table.

  “I would love a whip but we really don’t have the room here. It’s dangerous if I can’t control it fully. Still the crop, flogger, and paddle should keep you on your toes, young lady.”

  It was close to six thirty. Simon suggested they find a nice casual restaurant for dinner. Getting back into the car, they drove around for a while before finding a steak house that looked interesting. After they ordered, they sat drinking a cool lemon squash.

  “I had a lovely day today, Simon.”

  “Me, too.” He reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb rubbing against her skin. “I love being with you. I hope I don’t scare you but honestly, Em, I hope this lasts forever.”

  Emma was a little surprised but glad because that was exactly what she had been thinking. They spent the rest of the evening talking then Simon drove her home and promised he would be over early the next day.

  Chapter Seven

  “Want to play a little game?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “I thought maybe I could pick you up in a bar, maybe take you somewhere in my car, and do naughty things to you.”

  “Mm, naughty things? I like the sound of that.”

  “Okay. I’ll drop you off and park the car somewhere. Remember though, you have to pretend not to know me.”

  “This is going to be fun.”

  Emma was laughing as she and Simon walked to the car. They drove to a fashionable bar and Simon dropped Emma at the door then drove off to find a parking spot. Ten minutes later, he walked back to the bar and entered. He spied Emma. She was sitting at the long bar on a stool, a glass of white wine in front of her. An older man was standing close to her and talking.

  She looked amazing. She had on a black tight skirt, a pair of what she called “fuck me” high heels and a white blouse buttoned down the front. You could see her lacy bra through it. Her breasts were straining against the fabric.

  He ordered a wine for himself and sat a few stools down from Emma. Simon was close enough so he could hear the conversation.

  “So are you sure I can’t buy you another?”

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sp; “Thanks but I’ve only just started this one.”

  “I haven’t seen you in here before. Do you live locally?”

  “No, I’m just visiting.”

  “Oh okay. I don’t suppose you’d like to have dinner?”

  “Lovely of you to offer but no thanks.”

  “Oh. Well um…okay.”

  Simon grinned to himself as the man moved off and went further up the bar in search of someone else. Simon watched as Emma looked around the room. Her eyes glossed past him. She finished off her wine and put the glass down on the bar. Simon picked up his drink and moved along to her.

  “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

  “Well I haven’t heard that one before.”

  “My name’s Simon. Hi.”

  “Hello, Simon.”

  “I don’t suppose you’d like to give me your number?”

  “Mm, I don’t think so.”

  “Damn. Can I interest you in another drink or perhaps dinner?”

  “Another wine would be nice.”

  Simon ordered another wine for Emma. He was finding it hard not to kiss her. The bartender put a glass in front of her. She picked it up and saluted Simon with it.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  “So have you been working hard today?”

  “Oh very hard. What about you?”

  “Definitely hard.”

  Emma almost choked on her drink. She tried to act natural but was giggling. Simon looked away lest he start laughing as well. He heard Emma clear her throat so he turned back.

  “May I tell you that you are a very beautiful woman.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I love that colour of hair, so gorgeous. With that hair and your lovely ivory skin, are you Irish?”

  “Actually, my father was.”

  “Ah, can’t escape genes.”

  For some reason that set Emma off again. She glanced down at his blue jeans. Simon could only guess she was still thinking about hard and then he had mentioned escaping genes. She took a quick gulp of her wine and finished the glass.

  “Please tell me you would let me take you to dinner.”

 

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