Emma had sat by Eric and been fed from his hand. He had had to exert himself to persuade her to try it. She said she did not need to be fed, as she was more than able do it herself. He tried it out at the club, knowing she would not make a fuss there, which would reflect badly on him. However when he bit a grape in two and slowly fed her half and she licked his fingers clean, all the while gazing into his eyes, he could see she had realised how erotic it could be and he was sure would want to repeat it at home. He continued to feed her the specially made little sandwiches and savouries, like sausage rolls and Jane’s palmiers, as well as the grapes and strawberries.
Sometimes he would take a bite himself before offering the rest to her. After each bite he took a napkin and dabbed gently at her luscious lips, all the while returning her gaze. He drank from his glass of white wine and then held it to her lips and she sipped delicately at it. She was becoming heated and excited, he could see, and he could smell her arousal as he leaned over to feed her. It was making him bloody hard. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing in short gasps. Just the effect he wanted. He could not wait to get her home. He had plans for strawberry jam and whipped cream, and scones did not come into the picture.
He was glad she was coming to accept most of the things he preferred, and it was time for the training to come to an end. They had discussed it and she had agreed, although she had not seen the collar he was about to put on her. Now he wanted to move on, he stood and said, “I have an announcement to make.” Out of his pocket he pulled a long, flat box and turned to Emma.
“Emma has consented to wear my collar. We will have a collaring ceremony in the club later, but for today I want you to wear this.”
“Oh, Master,” she breathed, falling to her knees and holding her hair off her neck.
He removed the training collar, opened the box, and took out a rose gold chain with Eric suspended on little chains from it just like Jane’s. He had loved the collar Angus had chosen. Eric had asked Angus if he had any objection to Eric’s copying it for Emma. Angus thought Jane would like that, and he provided him with the name of the artisan who made it and telephoned him with a personal recommendation. Jane, when consulted about the metal to be used, had revealed she had a rose gold watch for Emma’s birthday on the twenty-third of September, so he had chosen the same. Now he clasped the collar around her neck and locked it in place with the key he had on a chain around his neck, and then, raising her to her feet, he proceeded to give her a long and passionate kiss.
Then he cuddled her into his lap, and they sat and watched the rest of the entertainment.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
After Master Torquil had left them all speechless at his rendition of Shakespeare’s sonnet, Emma saw Jenny, tears rolling down her cheeks, seek the sanctuary of the ladies’ locker room. Gaining permission from Master Eric, Emma hurried after her. In the locker room Jenny was going through the door to the toilet cubicles, so Emma followed her as Jane came in after them and said, “I’ll be with you in a minute. I need running repairs.”
As Emma walked through the door, she had to pass the disabled cubicle. She heard a sound of distress, so she walked in to investigate and an arm snaked around her neck and a knife was pressed to her throat.
“I have you. Keep still, bitch.” Who was it? Emma had not seen her clearly, but she knew that voice. It couldn’t be. She was in Wales. She knew that Jenny had heard, too, when Jenny ran out of the toilets and into the locker room. She heard her say something to Jane in the locker room. Emma knew that Jenny would go to the club’s main room for help. She saw Jane walk through the door and look at the blonde holding Emma. She heard her say, “What do you want? Why are you threatening her?”
“Don’t you recognise me?”
Emma saw Jane look closely. So the voice was familiar to her, too. But the little round face, pretty, plump cheeks, and above all the generous breasts and hips were not like her at all.
“Is it Jessica?” Jane asked.
Emma could do nothing but keep still and listen to what was being said, biding her time. Maybe she could get free when Jessica was distracted.
“Yes it is, and, bitch, you are the reason I am unrecognisable.”
“Why?”
“Because you stole Master Angus from me and got me sent away to Wales with that fiend. He made me his slave.”
“You accepted that. You chose to go so as not to be prosecuted,” Jane retorted.
“I did not accept being stuffed like a foie gras goose and made fat!” Jessica screeched.
“You are not fat!”
“Not compared to you, but I am fatter than I want to be. Nobody loves me when I’m fat. That fiend does not care about me. He calls me his slave, but he does not fuck me! He has another slave and fucks him, and I have to listen to them enjoying each other every bloody night and get nothing at all. All he lets me have is a fucking vibrator when I am in bed, and it is no use. They took me to the hospital to have tests they said, and then I was sure they were going to make me eat more and become even fatter, and they still would not lay a finger on me. They just wanted to torture me, letting me listen to their loving every night,” she wailed. Nevertheless, she did not loosen her hold on Emma or the knife. Emma was forced to continue to stay still and listen as her grandma tried to talk Jessica down.
Emma could feel she was hurting, could feel that blood was trickling from her neck where the knife was pressed into her.
It trickled through the lovely collar and must have stained her beautiful white bustier. Eric was going to kill someone for hurting her. She knew her grandma, too, would do all she could for her, but she did not want her grandma to be hurt. What was she saying now?
“She is not the one you want. Let her go, and I will take her place,” Jane said.
“No!” Emma managed to get out in a strangled voice.
“How do I know you will keep your word?” Jessica said.
“I do not want you to hurt her, so take me instead.”
“Well, I might just mark her a little, as that would certainly hurt you,” Jessica said.
Emma heard her grandma say, “Please do not.”
She knew Jane would hate begging, and begging from this woman in particular, but if it meant that Emma was not hurt, her grandma would do anything, offer anything, suffer anything, and she heard her grandma say, “I’ll do anything you ask. Just do not hurt her.”
Emma heard Jessica crow in delight. She knew that Jessica thought she had found the ideal way to get at Jane and she was going to twist the knife in the wound literally and figuratively. Emma began to be afraid. Jessica was not in her right mind. She said nothing, and Emma wondered what she was planning to do. Whatever it was, it would bode no good for her or her grandma. She was afraid that Jessica would hurt her in front of her grandma, who would hate that and blame herself. She tried to get free, but the knife pressed into her and more blood flowed. Suddenly the door to the disabled cubicle slammed back into Jessica, making her slacken her hold on Emma, who seized her opportunity and brought her heel down with all the force she could muster on Jessica’s foot. The latter howled, dropped the knife, and clutched at her foot.
Emma pushed her over, and she hit her head on the toilet bowl and slid down in an unconscious heap on the floor. Eric snatched at Emma’s arm and hauled her out of the cubicle. Then he kicked the knife away and wrapped Emma in his arms, murmuring, “My little love, are you hurt? Did she hurt you? Why, you are bleeding! She cut you! I will kill the bitch.” He tried to turn and go after Jessica.
Emma held on to him and said, “It is only superficial and just needs to be cleaned. My poor necklace is covered in blood and will need to be washed, too.” Her words caused him to focus on her, as she’d intended.
He had come for her and saved her again, and she loved him.
She turned to the washbasins and, helped by her Master, began to wash the blood off her neck.
Chapter Thirty
Eric was more than glad when th
ey got home. It had been a long day, and the trauma at the end had done nothing for his peace of mind. When Jenny had come hurtling into the main room and shouted that Jessica had Emma at knifepoint, he had known an instant of blind panic. Then he had become icy cold and controlled. He and the other Doms hurriedly came up with a plan. It would have been useless for all of the big men to rush into the locker room as their instincts to protect demanded. Panic would have ensued, and in all probability Jessica would have hurt someone badly, and that someone was likely to be his Emma.
He was the one who had most to lose, and he went in and managed to push the door into Jessica, who dropped the knife. Then his feisty Emma had knocked her out with the help of the toilet basin. Jessica had been carted off, and at last they were free of her. Now he wanted some quiet time at home.
He remembered when he had moved in with Emma. He had wanted to move in with her but left it to her to ask. One evening, as they sat watching a film, she said, “Master, this house still belongs to my grandma, but it is mine for as long as I need it. Are you happy in the flat with Jack, or would you like to move in with me?”
“I am happy in the flat with Jack, but I do not see that as a permanent arrangement. I would like nothing better than to move in with you. Are you sure? Do you want a trial period?” he asked.
“No, Master, I do not want a trial period, unless you prefer it that way,” she replied.
“Well, in that case we are both in agreement. I hate going home and leaving you here alone. We have spent a few nights together, but I want more than that. I want to wake up beside you every day, kitten. I want to care for you and protect you. I can’t do that when you are here and I am in my flat.”
“I want to explore our relationship, too. I don’t want to be a slave, but I do like what my grandma has with Master Angus.”
“How much do you know about that?”
“I know as much as she lets me know. We are very close but she is a private person in her sexual life. I really do not want to know what she does with him, but he is good for her. She glows, she cannot take her eyes off him and she is happy and that is good enough for me. He loves her and protects her and spoils her. I know there have been difficulties. Grandma has a will of her own and Master Angus, although he indulges her, has his limits, and will react if she crosses them. Knowing Grandma, she has already done that!”
“It will not be all plain sailing with us either. We shall have to learn to live together. I have my ways and I want to push your boundaries to see what you enjoy.”
“Well if that involves things like that erotic torture, or feeding me, then I would be a fool to refuse.”
“You know I would never hurt you. It is all about the pleasure. We will discuss things before we go ahead and do them. How do you feel about exploring bondage? Mistress Catriona is a rope top. She and Angel enjoy Kinbaku. Would you like to try it?”
“I am not sure what it is, Master, but if you recommend it, I am sure it will be pleasurable,” she said and blushed at the thought of all the pleasurable things he had already done to her.
“Mistress Catriona is going to organize some classes. I will put our names on the list then.”
The following day he had begun to move his things into the house. Jack had been expecting him to move out and was perfectly happy to take on the flat for himself. He was leaving Special Branch and Prometheus had offered him a place in the club.
The house still belonged to Jane, but she had let Emma keep it for as long as she liked. If things worked out well between them, he wanted a house that was new to them both, but that was for the future.
Well, enough of musing on the past, it was time to get this evening going. He licked his lips and his cock swelled at the thought of what was to come.
He got Emma to take a bath and said he’d replace her bandages afterward. Then he got on with his preparations while she soaked.
He cooked a light meal of quiche and salad. She had done a lot of the preparation before they left, thinking they’d only need a light meal, so all he had to do was assemble the quiche and cook it. Dessert was going to be spectacular. He only hoped she’d be up to it after all the trauma. Then he thought it would do her good. He whipped up the double cream, covered the bowl, and placed it in the fridge. Then he got a fresh pot of strawberry jam and placed it on a small tray with his other toys. He took the tray to the bedroom and got a fresh white sheet to put over the bed to catch the drips.
She came out of the bathroom in a towelling robe, looking pink and delicious and taking his breath away. His cock swelled in his pants. He seemed to be in a constant state of arousal whenever she was with him or he thought about her, which was most of the time in fact. He had told her not to put clothes on, as she wouldn’t need them, knowing the anticipation would arouse her. He helped her to the table and served them both the quiche and green salad.
When they had eaten he saw her lick her lips with her little pink tongue, and his cock swelled even more imagining where that tongue would end up very soon.
She smiled contentedly, looked at him, and asked, “What’s for dessert?”
“You!”
He enjoyed her shocked gasp and the way desire and arousal flared in her deep blue eyes.
He held up the blindfold and said, “I need my dessert.”
She turned around and allowed him to fasten the blindfold behind her head. He explained that, when deprived of one sense, her others would be keener. She looked sceptical, but they went ahead. He knew if he wanted it, she’d try it at least, and he looked forward to proving to her yet again that he was right.
He took her in the bedroom and helped her to lie down on the bed. Then he began. He took a long ostrich feather and teased the soles of her feet where he knew she was ticklish. She giggled and squirmed, but he had no mercy. He ran the feather up the insides of her thighs, not quite to her pussy, then over her breasts and her stomach. She arched her back and pressed her head back into the pillows. It was a good sign, in his experience. He took a suede flogger and, gently at first but increasingly firmly, he flicked it all over her body. She writhed and moaned in a very satisfactory way until he had all of her skin pink and so sensitive all he had to do was gently stroke a finger here and there to hear her little sounds of pleasure. He opened the pot of jam near to her ear. She turned toward the sound, but he was sure she had no idea what it was. He dipped his fingers in the whipped cream and decorated first one breast then the other, leaving the nipples bare. The cold would be arousing. He let her lick the cream off his fingers. Next, he smeared strawberry jam all over each nipple. He put his fingers in her mouth so she could lick the jam off them then he settled by her side and slowly, ever so slowly, he began to eat his dessert. He licked the underside of her left breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple, mixing the jam and the cream together. He reached up and kissed her lips, letting her taste both together. She hummed her appreciation. He cleaned off the rest of the cream then suckled her nipple into his mouth to clean off the rest of the jam. Then he proceeded to repeat the whole exercise with her right breast. When he had suckled her right nipple into his mouth and no jam remained, she sighed.
“That was amazing, Master.”
“I have not finished yet, kitten. Bend your knees, feet flat on the bed, and open your legs.”
She complied and, plunging his fingers into the cream once more, he lavishly coated her pussy and her labia, topping it off with the jam and a maraschino cherry then licked it all off as she moaned and writhed and thrashed. He bit the cherry in half, ate his portion, and transferred the other half to her mouth from his. When he had cleaned her completely, he rubbed his strong fingers over her needy little clit until she came apart in front of him, arching her back and thrashing her head from side to side.
As her climax began to ebb, his engorged cock sought entrance. He pushed into her and felt the spasms of her aftershocks. Slowly, he gave her every last inch of his long, thick cock. Then, as she lifted her hips in synch with his
thrusts, he made long, slow love to her until his own release flooded the condom and he sank on his elbows above her, sated and at peace.
They decided on a shower to clean up then sank into bed. He lay on his back, cuddled her into his shoulder, and she rested her head naturally, half on his chest and half on his arm with her hand spread over his heart. He curled his fingers in her collar and sighed in utter contentment. Life could not get much better for him than this. Or could it? What did he really want? She wore his collar, but was it enough?
His friend Angus had not stopped at the collar. He was getting married in a couple of days, and that was when Emma was going to introduce him to her family. She was rather worried that her father would not approve of the life she led, and that was natural. It was all very new to her. They had known each other for a while now, but he could honestly say he could not think of the future without her. She was young still, and they had not talked of a family, but he knew he wanted children. He wanted children with her. A little Emma to love and pet, and maybe she’d like a little Eric to spoil. They would have to talk about it. He had seen her face, when she looked at babies in the park and in town, and she did look rather wistful, which was a good sign. Well, it seemed that that was that and he had just made the most important decision of his life. Not that he hadn’t known before, just that there had been so many extraneous events getting in his way. Now all he had to do was convince her that was the way forward for them both. If she accepted him they could talk about the future and their desires for a family then.
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