by Ellie Norton
I smiled weakly up at her and replied, "Thank you, Mistress." We sat like that for a long time before I stopped trembling from the repeated orgasms. I shifted and asked, "Would you like me to touch you, Mistress?"
Emma looked down at me and smiled, "I always like it when you touch me, Rachel. But you don't need to right now. I'm content to just hold you for a bit longer."
"But, you gave me so many orgasms, don't you want to come too?" I asked, concerned by her apparent lack of need.
She just chuckled and said, "Love, you have no idea what it does to me to see you so helpless to my touch. I had several orgasms while I was touching you."
"Really?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes."
"Oh," was the only response I had.
Emma chuckled again and sighed, "Come on, get up. We really do need to ice your cheek before bed. Since you don't want to play with ice, we should go into the living room."
I groaned. I had completely forgotten about my bruised cheek. I knew that Emma was right, but I hated the cold and really didn't want to have to ice my face. "Can't we just cuddle a little longer, Mistress?" I asked hopefully.
Her eyes narrowed, and she coldly refused. "No, now get up."
I sighed and crawled from her lap. She stood behind me, lightly slapping my ass as she said, "You're the one who let that bitch hit you. So now, think of icing your cheek as punishment for your momentary stupidity."
I hung my head. "Yes, Mistress," I said, knowing she was right.
Emma just let out another chuckle and led me from the room.
Chapter 20
The minute we finished signing the closing paperwork and received the keys to our new home, Emma and I drove straight to the house. We sat in the car for a moment just looking up at our new house as the reality of the situation slowly sunk in. I glanced over at her, grinning in excitement and said, "Em, this is ours."
She turned to me with a matching grin. "Yes, it is."
Without another word we climbed out of Emma's car and walked hand in hand up to the front door. Unable to resist, we both tried our keys to the front door before walking inside. As soon as the door closed behind us, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the experience wash over me. I was surprised by the sense of home that erupted in my chest. The only other time I had ever felt so content was when I lay in Emma's arms after a long night of sex. I basked in the feeling for a moment before opening my eyes to see Emma watching me. I smiled happily at her, not noticing the hungry look she was giving me until I felt my back slam against the door. I gasped as heat raced through me, making me instantly wet and ready for her.
She pressed her body into me as she captured my lips in a hard, demanding kiss. My head spun and I got so lost in the taste of her mouth that I didn't notice her hands working at the fly of my jeans until she was pushing a hand down the front of my underwear into the wet heat of my folds. I moaned, pulling back from the kiss. "Em—" I started to say, but the feeling of her long fingers pushing into me cut off my train of thought and I let my head fall back as I moaned.
Emma seemed to know what I was going to ask because she answered with, "I'm taking what's mine in our home."
I looked up to meet her lust darkened eyes and smiled. "I'm yours," I said, rocking my hips to meet her thrusts. Her eyes flashed possessively and she picked up the pace of her thrusts. I moments, I was screaming out my first orgasm in our new house. As I came back down to earth, I smiled and pulled her into a soft kiss. She pulled her hand from my pants and held me tightly to her. I sunk into her embrace for a long moment before pulling back. "Let's go explore," I said grinning. She smiled and zipped my pants before taking my hand and pulling me into the house.
We took our time, walking through each room, discussing what we would use it for, what furniture we would put where, what furniture we would need to purchase, and what colors we would paint the walls. It took several hours, but neither of us rushed, and the excitement of the life we were going to build together never faded. Eventually, we made our way out to the guesthouse. Emma got quiet as we approached the building and I fell silent, leaving her to her thoughts. I knew she'd eventually share her thoughts with me and I didn't want to push her before she was ready.
Emma unlocked the door and led the way inside, dropping my hand and taking in the space. I stayed a step behind her as she slowly made her way through the guest house. I took in the rooms around us, but most of my attention was focused on my girlfriend, who was lost in thought as she carefully examined the space. Eventually, she led me back outside, turning off the lights behind us and locking the door. We moved over to the padded benches surrounding the outdoor fire pit and sat. Emma remained pensive for a long time before she looked up to meet my eyes.
She took a deep breath before saying, "Rachel, I need to ask you a favor."
I offered her a reassuring smile, thinking I already knew what she was going to ask. "Of course, Em. Anything."
"Will you let me take care of the guesthouse?" She asked nervously.
"Yes," I said smiling because I'd been right.
Emma let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"Honey, that's your space. I respect that, and I know that you need to have complete control over it."
She smiled, "You're amazing, Rachel." She hesitated and then added, "You really don't mind."
I just shook my head, "No, I won't go in there until you invite me. I'll help you paint our set up or whatever, but only if you want me to."
"Thanks, love." She said, relaxing for the first time since we had left the house to check out the guesthouse.
I grinned at her and said, "Let's order some dinner, I'd like to eat here tonight, if that's ok."
"Sounds wonderful," Emma replied and took my hand as we headed back into the house to order.
An hour later, we were sitting back by the fire pit, eating pizza out of the box. We discussed our plan of attack on the house. Darrin had given me the week off to get settled, and with the movers coming on Friday we had a lot to do in a few short days. As I sat back with a contented sigh, Emma began to fidget.
I gave her a confused look and asked, "What's up, Em?"
She sighed, and dropped the rest of her slice of pizza back in the box. "With everything that's been going on, there is a conversation that we still haven't had."
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just sat forward and placed a gentle hand on her thigh. "What is it? You can talk to me about anything."
Slowly, Emma met my eyes. Her expression was carefully blank as she softly said, "We need to discuss the rules of our relationship, and how they will change."
"Right," I said, realizing that she was correct, and we still hadn't had this conversation. I took a deep breath as nerves dancing along my spine and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Emma's domme persona fell over her and she coldly said, "You will not enter without me. And you will never go into the guest house without my collar around your neck." Her eyes bore into me, daring me to object.
A shiver ran through me as moisture pooled between my thighs. I swallowed hard against the sudden surge of desire. When I had composed myself enough to speak, I quietly said, "Yes, Mistress." I saw that familiar possessive hunger fill her eyes and I had to take another deep breath to push aside the submissive side of myself before I asked, "And the rest of the time?"
Emma visibly deflated. She looked away from me and sighed. "I don't know, Rachel. I know you need the balance of both sides of yourself, but I'm not sure that I can completely contain my need to dominate in the guest house."
I gave myself a minute to take in her vulnerability before I gently reached out and cupped her cheek to bring her back to face me. "I know, Em" I said gently. I let her see the sincerity and acceptance in my eyes before I continued. "We've been through a lot since we first started this. We've both discovered a lot about each other and ourselves since we first established the rules of our relationship. Moving in together will
change things, and I'm sure we're going to have some rough patches as we figure it out, but we will." I paused to look away and gather my thoughts. Emma could sense that I was trying to find the right words to continue and didn't interrupt. Eventually, I looked back at her and said, "We both know that I can't live as a slave all the time. I'm just too stubborn and proud for that." I paused, chuckling at myself and Emma gave me a knowing smirk.
"That's true," She said flatly and I laughed.
"I know. But we both also know that I'm a hell of a lot more submissive than either of us expected when we first started." She smiled knowingly at me and I gave her a soft smile before gathering my courage to speak the words that I somehow knew would change everything and yet not really change anything. "I think that my collar should be left by the front door like it is now at your house, so that when I come home I can choose whether to wear it or not. If I wear it I'll follow all of the same rules we've always had, with a couple of conditions." I paused to judge her reaction.
Emma lit up in excitement for a moment before her expression became slightly guarded. "What are your conditions?"
I gave her a small smile and said, "I can take it off myself if company comes over and you're not home, or if I need to leave for any reason, or if I have to work in my studio."
"No," Emma stated in a cold, unforgiving tone.
"Em—" I started, hoping to reason with her.
"No, Rachel," she said, her eyes narrowing. "When you put on the collar, you belong to me until I release you." I sighed, and slumped back on the bench, crossing my arms. Irritation ran through me and I looked away. I didn't want to fight with her, but I wasn't sure how to get past this.
Emma got up and paced around the fire pit. I could sense the frustration rolling off her, but I wasn't sure how to get through to her that I didn't expect her to always be home when I was. Finally, she let out a long sigh and sat next to me again. "Rachel, please look at me," she said softly. I turned back to her, but didn't relax. She smiled gently and said, "I can't give you that power. I'm sorry. I know what it would mean for you, but I just can't. So, if you put on the collar in our house, I need you to know that no matter what pops up, or what errands you run, you will be my property until I see fit to release you. However, I can allow one exception. If I am not at home and you need to leave to go to work, you may take it off before you leave, so long as you put it back on the moment you return, regardless of your mood or desires when you do. I will also buy you a special collar for the times you choose to wear it, when you may have to leave the house, or have company that isn't aware of our relationship. It will be subtle and can pass as a necklace to those unfamiliar with the lifestyle. I won't put your career in jeopardy for my own pride."
When she fell silent, I thought over her proposal, and all its implications. I knew that it meant that I would have to be careful about when I chose to wear my collar, but I also knew that Emma was trying. Slowly, I relaxed and let my arms fall so my hands could rest in my lap. I nodded, "I can live with that. Thank you, Em."
The tension slowly drained from her and Emma smiled. "No, thank you, Rachel. I really do understand what this would mean for you. It means the world to me that you'd be willing to do this."
I smiled and reached out to tenderly cup her cheek. "I know what this means for you, too. You're mine and I'm yours."
Emma grinned, leaning into my caress. "I know, love," she said softly before leaning in to capture my lips in a soft kiss. When she pulled back, she smiled and said, "I love you."
I returned the smile. "I love you, too." Then I grinned and said, "Now, take me to your house and claim me. We have a long day tomorrow and I have needs."
Emma smirked. "So demanding."
I shot her a playful scowl and huffed, "Fine then, if you don't want to, you can drop me off at my apartment and sleep alone." I stood quickly and moved back towards the house. I had to bite my lip against the grin that wanted to spread across my face at the knowledge of what my baiting would do to my girlfriend.
I hadn't even taken three steps before I felt one hand fist in my hair and the other wrap around my waist. Emma pulled me back against her body as she growled out, "If you're not careful, love, you will be sleeping alone, but it won't be in your apartment. I will chain you to my bed and leave you aching and desperate for release while you contemplate the dangers of baiting me. Do you really want to continue?"
I shuddered knowing her threat wasn't an idle one. "No, Mistress."
"Good girl. Now, go pick up our dinner trash and wait for me beside the front door," she said and I could hear the smirk in her voice. When she released me, I hurried to obey her order.
It wasn't until we were in her car and halfway home before I realized that I'd submitted to Emma as my mistress twice in the past hour without the collar. I looked out the window absent-mindedly reaching up to gently run my fingers along the slight swelling still evident on my cheek from where Patty had hit me the other night. I thought back over the few days since then, and realized that things had changed between Emma and me since that night. It was subtle, but Emma's domme side had been more prevalent and she had been more aggressive while at the same time, somehow more respectful of my submissive side. Not that she hadn't always respected me, but it was deeper now, almost reverential. I pursed my lips, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. After a moment, it hit me. Emma finally realized that she could trust my submissive side to take care of myself. And yet at the same time, I'd changed since that night. My submissive side was also closer to the surface. I was submitting more easily to Emma, and was even more eager to do so. This thought made me think back to the dominance battle and I realized that knowing I could withstand two aggressive dommes made that last small seed of fear over letting go dissolve. I wasn't afraid of my submissive side anymore. I breathed out a long sigh of relief and smiled. Yes, things had changed, but I thought that maybe they had changed for the better.
"That was a big sigh. What's wrong, Rachel?" Emma asked, breaking my train of thought.
I turned and smiled at her. "Nothing's wrong. It was a happy sigh."
She glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow before turning back to the road. "What are you so happy about?" She asked teasingly.
I chuckled, knowing that she was thinking that I was just happy about the house. "I'm happy because I think that letting Patty hit me was the best thing to happen to us since Darrin’s party."
Emma's eyes narrowed and her grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Explain," she demanded in a tight, angry voice.
Immediately, I tried to placate her. "I just mean that it made us both trust my submissive side more. I think subconsciously it made you trust that I could still take care of myself. And It made me stopping being afraid of my desires," I said in a rush.
Emma's eyes widened, but her grip on the wheel didn't relax. "You were afraid of me?" She asked, her voice coming out small and sad.
I reached over and gripped her thigh, softly saying, "No, honey. I have never been afraid of you. A small part of me was still terrified by my need to give up the control. I was afraid of myself."
"Oh," was all she said. But I knew that she still didn't believe me.
I tried again. "Em, can you honestly say that you haven't noticed how things have changed between us in the few days since the dominance battle?" I asked gently.
She took a deep breath and let out a small sigh. "I hadn't noticed. But you're right. I've been a lot more possessive. I'm sorry, Rachel. Every time I look at you and see your black eye, I've had to fight the urge to claim you."
I nodded, "Yeah, but you've also been more trusting of the strength of my submissive side."
"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.
I smiled, "You've always been aggressive, and possessive towards me, especially when I submit, but you used to been more consolatory in your threats, trying not to push me past my comfort zone. You've stopped doing that. Earlier, you when you threatened me with sleeping alone, you
weren't afraid to tell me how you planned to leave me. A week ago, you would have simply told me you would chain me to the bed and leave me alone. You're not afraid that I'll run or refuse to submit anymore."
Emma looked like she was going to disagree, but she stopped and considered my words for a minute before responding. "You're right. But I'm still not happy that someone else left a mark on what is mine."
I sighed. "I know. But it will fade soon enough, and I will still be yours."
That made Emma finally relax, and she glanced over to smirk at me. "Yes, you will." She turned back to the road, and we both fell silent, lost in thought. Emma was the first to break the silence. "So, how often do you think you'll decide to wear the collar, once we've moved in?" She asked in a voice lacking her usual confidence.
I waited until she glanced over at me, so I could shoot her a taunting smirk. "I suppose that will depend on how long it takes you to get the guesthouse ready."
Her lips quivered as she fought not to smile. "Are you implying that I should leave you alone to paint the rest of the house alone so that I can work on it?"
"No," I answered immediately, making Emma laugh. I turned to look out the window. "I was just curious how long I was going to have to wait."
"I'm not going to start working on it until you return to work next week. Some parts of the house will take longer than others, because I'm planning on some renovations, but I'm hoping to have at least the bedroom finished by the end of next week. Can you wait that long, my love?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
I turned back to her warily. "Wait for what?"
"For me to claim what is mine," she stated.
I groaned, "I'm going to have to wait for nearly two weeks?"
Emma chuckled, "What's wrong, love? Feeling impatient?"
I let out a sulky huff. "I can wait."
"Oh relax, Rachel. I'm just teasing. You're only going to have to wait for the space to be set up. I won't make you wait to be claimed. Isn't that what our new rules are all about?"
