by Rebel Rose
No reason to lie. I’ll be bringing Emma Lia to the club soon enough, and everyone is going to see why I let Claudia go. “There’s another woman, and I’m fucking obsessed with her.”
“Have you already collared her?”
“Not yet.” But I certainly plan to. “You wouldn’t believe the lengths that I’ve gone to in order to have this woman.”
“I hope that she’s everything you’re hoping for.”
“I’m confident that she will be.”
Candi returns and slides my scotch across the bar, her fingers touching mine. “Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.”
I lift my drink, breaking our contact. “Will do.”
I’ve taken my scotch neat for years, and I still love the warmth of the liquid and burn of the alcohol when it flows down my throat. “Do you think you could be interested in Claudia?”
“Hell, yeah, I’m interested.”
I knew that he would be. “I think you’d make a good match with Claudia. I could set up something if you want.”
“Do it, man. I’m game if she is.”
“Consider it done. I’ll be in touch with a date and time after I speak with her.”
“I appreciate your thinking of me.”
Jacob is stoked to have a chance with Claudia. And he should be. She’s a stellar sub. I’m going to miss her, but that in no way compares to the eagerness I have for my new venture with Emma Lia.
Tomorrow night we fuck.
Emma Lia’s bedroom light was off when I got home. I was tempted to knock and stick my head inside the door so that I could tell her goodnight, but I decided against it. I hated to wake her if she was already asleep.
I jerked off in the shower to the images of Emma Lia in my head, imaging what my dick will feel like sliding in and out of her wet mouth. Her slick pussy. Her tight ass.
That virgin asshole. It’s going to feel so good when that clenched ring takes my cock for the first time.
I don’t want to but I take my laptop to bed with me. I’m tired and fairly relaxed after jerking off, but I have a few emails that need replies before I can go to sleep.
No rest for the wicked. And I’m very wicked.
I’m finishing my last reply when a soft knock and opening door gains my attention. The door separating my room and my submissive’s—Emma Lia’s room.
I lower my face and look over my reading glasses. “Your light was off when I came home. I thought that you were asleep.”
“I tried. Can’t sleep.”
Her long chestnut locks are down and a few loose curls are spilling over the front of her shoulders touching her breasts. Her face is bare, making her look very young, but she’s no less beautiful.
Emma Lia is a natural beauty.
She’s wearing a long black sheer gown with a plunging neckline. The material hugs her body in all of the most perfect ways but what’s flawless are her hard nipples straining against the thin fabric. I thought that this gown would be one of my favorite pieces on her when I chose it, and I wasn’t wrong.
I close my laptop, the email and its response completely forgotten. While moving the computer to the nightstand, I nearly drop it on the floor because I can’t take my eyes off of Emma Lia.
She stands unmoving in the doorway, looking at me, nervously nibbling her bottom lip while her hands wring the fabric of her gown. I move to sit on the side of the bed and wait. Wait to see what her next move is.
I know what I want it to be, but she told me that she needed more time.
Tomorrow night. That was our agreement.
“You said that I wasn’t allowed into your bed unless I was invited.”
“Would you like an invitation?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re invited.”
Her chest rises and falls for a moment before she moves toward me. My dick is aware of her approach and grows harder with every step that brings her closer. My sleep pants are hugely tented by the time she stands in front of me.
“I like you in glasses, but I think that we’d better put these over here so they don’t get broken.” She grasps the frame, pulls them off my face, and places them on my laptop.
Fuck, I hope that means what I think it means.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” she whispers. Like she doesn’t know what I mean. She’s playing games with me.
But I’m a Dom. I don’t play games.
I grasp her hips and pull her to stand between my legs. “Tell me why you’ve come to my bed.”
“I want to begin paying off my debt.”
“And you’re going to do that by being my submissive?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it.”
She inhales slowly. “I am your submissive.”
“Master.”
Her eyes are on mine. Not where they should be, but for some reason I don’t mind. She has breathtaking eyes, and I don’t mind looking into them. “I am your submissive, Master.” An intense tingle travels down my spine, and my balls tighten when that last word comes out of her mouth. “I want to please you, but I don’t know what you want me to do.”
She has no idea how fucking happy she has already made me without doing a single thing.
“Don’t worry about what you should or shouldn’t do. Tonight will be about exploring each other. The first step toward becoming familiar with one another.”
My hand moves beneath her gown, and I slowly slide it up her thigh. “Your skin is so soft. So smooth.”
She lowers her face and I lift my chin, leaner closer until our mouths are so close that we’re sharing the same breath. Her lips part, and her breathing becomes heavier. I can smell the mint on her breath. And I want to taste it.
I press my mouth to hers. Lips on lips until my tongue moves into her mouth. The two move together with desperation, and electric tingles shoot straight to my cock, giving life to it.
I stop kissing her, but our lips are still so close that they’re touching. “I don’t kiss submissives.”
I press my mouth to hers and do exactly what I just told her that I don’t do.
She pulls back. “I’m sorry?”
“Kissing… I don’t do it.”
“You’re saying that you don’t kiss submissives, but you’re kissing me now. And you’re the one who initiated it.”
I can see where I might be confusing her. “I’m making an exception for you tonight. To make your transition easier but don’t expect it again after tonight.”
Her head tilts slightly and her brow wrinkles. “But…”
“But what?”
“Cl…” She stops, and it takes a moment for her to find her words. “I like kissing. It puts me in the mood.”
“Our relationship isn’t about what you like or need or what puts you in the mood. It’s always going to be about my wants and desires. But I feel generous tonight, and I’m going to allow you to come.”
In fact, I want her to come hard. And maybe more than once.
“Allow me to come?”
“Yes. I’m very good at making a woman come when I want to be.”
My hand continues up her thigh until I feel the thin elastic band of her thong on her hips. I dip my fingers into the band and follow it around the bend of her leg and down between her thighs.
She leans closer, presses her forehead against mine, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. No submissive has ever touched me in this manner. They wouldn’t dare to do so.
Emma Lia moans against my mouth, and her body trembles when I lightly graze my fingers back and forth over the soaked silk covering her pussy lips. I like touching her this way. Teasing her. Seeing what kind of reaction I can elicit. It’s like an erotic game of cause and effect.
I pull the fabric of her thong aside and glide my finger through her center, immediately feeling her slick pussy juices. “Already so fucking wet.”
I kiss her mouth and finger her pussy’s center, making her pant and softly moan before movi
ng my thumb to her clit. Rubbing it in a circular motion. Rubbing it side to side. Rubbing it soft but slow and then hard and fast. The whimper from her mouth is faint. Soft. Delicate. I don’t think that my touch has ever prompted a sound so gentle from a woman.
The proof of her arousal is slick on my fingertips, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. I can’t wait to show her what I’m capable of doing to her body.
My pleading dick is squeezed harder by my boxer briefs and sleep pants. The fucker throbs and aches and begs for release, to be inside Emma Lia’s pussy, fucking her into oblivion.
Being a Dom is about satisfying my needs. I’ve always had a traditional submissive who was willing to do whatever it took to ensure my satisfaction without regard for her own. But Emma Lia is different. And the more that she responds to my touch, the more I find myself wanting to please her.
This. Us. Everything that we’re doing—that I’m doing—right now is pivotal in this Dom-sub relationship. I need her to enjoy our fucking and be eager to do it again yet understand that I’m the one in control.
I stand and grip her hips, guiding her body to turn so that she’s facing the bed. I drag her thong down her legs and then dig my fingers into her ass cheeks. I gently shake my hands, making both cheeks jiggle. “You have a perfect ass.”
I gather the bottom of her gown and pull it up and over her head, leaving her completely naked. And vulnerable. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Ass up.”
My tongue is eager for a taste of the sweet cunt between her legs.
She twists to look at me, her mouth opening, and I sense a refusal. I may be taking it easy on her tonight, but I won’t accept back talk out of any submissive.
My palm comes down hard on her cheek before she can say anything. “Do it, Emma Lia. Now.”
She jolts and straightens her spine before crawling onto the bed on all fours. Her split spreads when she arches her back and tilts her ass up. Fuck, I’m almost able to see that pink puckered hole that I so desperately yearn to feel around my cock.
I flatten my hand on her folds and move my fingers over it in a circular motion. Soft. Slow. Stimulating. Nothing fancy. Just simple stimulation to increase the rush of blood to her pussy lips. Make them pink. Make them swell. Make them glisten with the intense anticipation of what’s to come.
It doesn’t take long for her to begin squirming and moving her hips in a circular motion so her pussy rubs harder against my fingers.
I take my hand away, and she whimpers at the loss of contact. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with your pussy.”
I’m about to eat that thing until she comes all over my face.
I press a kiss to her slit and then brush my mouth back and forth over her swollen, wet lips. Teasing her. Building the suspense and excitement of what my tongue will feel like when I fully lick her.
I use my fingers to spread her apart and thrust my tongue inside her, concentrating on the sensitive bundle of nerves in the roof of her pussy. I know that I’m licking it just right when the sound escaping her mouth is a feral moan. “Ohh… ohh… fuck.”
I climb onto the bed behind her. “Lower your head but keep your ass up.”
“What are you doing?”
I don’t answer. Instead I bury my face in her pussy, absorbing her taste and smell. I suck, wanting all of her in my mouth at the same time; she’s so fucking sweet. I swear that I’ve never tasted a sweeter cunt.
“Tristan…”
I stop eating her long enough to correct her. “Not Tristan in the bedroom. Master. Say it.”
Her arms are outstretched, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress. “Master.”
Hearing that one word pleases me more than she can possibly imagine.
“That’s my good girl.”
I go down for the finale, sucking her clit into my mouth and tugging with enough friction to send her to the brink of ecstasy. One final suck and she tumbles over the edge into the land of bliss.
Her pussy clenches and the sweet taste of her climax floods my mouth. It’s fucking delicious.
She buries her face against the mattress but her scream is barely muffled. The girl has a set of lungs on her.
Her body collapses on the bed, her face turned to the side. Her loud panting is the only sound in the room. And I take pride in knowing that I did that to her.
“Thank your Master for allowing you to come.”
“Thank you, Master, for allowing me to come.”
She has no fight in her. I think that she’s too drunk on her orgasm to do anything but be compliant.
“My little submissive liked her orgasm?”
“Yesss.”
“Yes Master,” I cue.
“Yes, Master.”
I get up and stand at the bedside, pushing my boxer briefs and sleep pants to my feet. My hard cock juts out, pointing at Emma Lia on the bed. The fucker is eager to slide into that tight little cunt.
The mattress dips when I climb onto the bed and crawl over her, my front brushing against her back and butt cheeks. Using my knees, I push her thighs apart and simultaneously wrap my arm around her waist and position her to be fucked hard from behind.
“Is my submissive ready to please her Master?”
Her limp body tenses when she attempts to roll onto her back but I catch her hips and hold her in place. “I don’t do missionary position. I will always fuck you from behind.”
“Wait. I’m confused.”
“About what?”
“Claudia told me that you enjoyed kissing. She said that you’d want to kiss… while we made love… face-to-face.” Her voices softens when she says the last several words.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
My head feels like it could blow off of my shoulders.
“When the fuck did you talk to Claudia? And why were you discussing what you should do for me?”
Emma Lia twists but I grasp the back of her neck, holding her in place. “Earlier today. She offered to coach me on the things that I should do to please you. So you wouldn’t lose control and hurt me.”
I want to cane Claudia’s ass so badly that my hands are shaking. And that’s probably what she’s counting on.
Little fucking masochist.
“Claudia isn’t your friend. She isn’t your confidante. She purposely frightened you in an attempt to scare you away. But in case that didn’t work, she also misguided you, so you’d displease me.”
“I don’t understand.”
No. I suppose she wouldn’t.
“Claudia wasn’t ready for our Dom-sub relationship to end. She doesn’t want you and I to work out, and this is her attempt at sabotaging our relationship.”
“Is it because she loves you?”
“Yes. In some really fucked-up way, she does.”
“Do you love her?”
“No.”
“Then why is your former submissive still here if you’re taking a new one?”
Good question. “It’s temporary. She’ll leave as soon as she finds a new Dom.” And the sooner the better. I can’t have her giving Emma Lia any more of her advice. “I don’t want to talk about Claudia anymore.”
I position myself over Emma Lia, rolling my hips so the tip of my erection pokes against her slick slit. One thrust. That’s all it will take, and I can be inside her.
She jolts with the contact and looks at me over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“I’m about to fuck you.” Into a stupor.
“Not without protection.”
“Tests came back clean for both of us. Congratulations. You passed and so did I. We’re good to go.”
“No, we’re not good.”
“I’m not using a condom. You can forget that shit.” I’m not wearing anything that will ruin the sensation of her pussy around my cock.
“We don’t have a choice. I haven’t had my birth control pill in days. I could ovulate.” Ovulate. That word makes my nut sack cower.
“You have an IUD. We’re covered.”
“I don’t have an IUD. I was on the pill until several days ago.”
“You have an IUD. Cat inserted one when she examined you. Trust me. There’s no way in hell that I would fuck you if there were a chance of your getting pregnant. We’re covered.”
Emma Lia turns beneath me, despite my efforts to keep her facedown on the bed. She’s much stronger than I thought. And her open palm striking me across my face is further proof of her strength.
Fuck. That was unexpected.
“How dare you! You fucking sick freak. You had no right to make any kind of decision like that for me. This is my body.”
“It’s your body, but it’s going to have my cum inside it. A lot. And I don’t want a fucking baby. This is how I know for sure that it’s taken care of.”
“I don’t want a baby either, but this was not your decision. I would have taken care of it.”
“Well, now you don’t have to because it’s already taken care of.”
Her hand comes down hard against my face a second time. “You fucking prick. You don’t get it. This violation is… it’s of epic proportion.”
“No. A baby would be a violation of epic proportion. This is nothing, so calm the hell down.” I grasp her wrist. “And don’t you fucking dare to slap me again. Ever.”
She lifts her knee, aiming at my crotch and narrowly misses my nuts. “Whoa. Fuck. You almost kneed me in my balls.”
“I wish I had. And I may yet if you don’t let me up.”
She shoves and claws at my shoulders. I could overpower her and force her to remain beneath me, but honestly, I’m afraid of her making good on her promise to knee my nuts.
I roll off of her, and she clambers off of my bed. “Fuck this.”
Fuck this? What exactly does that mean?
Her feet hit the floor, and she doesn’t even bother to fetch her gown and thong before she storms out of my bedroom and into hers, slamming the door with a loud thud.
Fuck. That didn’t go well.
I think that it’s becoming abundantly clear that I didn’t think this situation through all of the way. I wanted a woman who I could break. Well, I obviously shouldn’t have gone and picked one with a backbone made of steel.
12
Emma Lia Grant
