Her Carnal Games Series

by Chanel Ivy

  Hearing her sudden interest in my well-being unleashed a flood of emotions, and I started crying. Emma reached down into the car to unbuckle my seat belt, opened the door, and help me out.

  “What’s going on? Did somebody hurt you?”

  “I got into a fight with Ben. He put his hands on me, but I’m fine. You... you’re the one that hurt me,” I spit out.

  Emma just stood there, shocked.

  “You made me feel something for you, something I’ve never felt for anyone before, and you just threw it away. You threw me away like I didn’t matter. I do matter. You do care about me. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. It’s in your kind gestures, the way you act around me. You do care for me, and that scares you. I get it, but that doesn’t mean we can’t work on why it scares you together to move past it so we can be with each other,” I sobbed.

  Emma hugged me tightly. “Mia, I never meant for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry.”

  I pushed her away. “Why don’t you want me?”

  Emma’s head fell as she knotted her fingers roughly in her hair. “I do want you, and that’s the problem. I told myself I’d never get close to anyone, ever, but then you walked into my life, and things felt like they were changing.”

  “So, what happened to make you push me away? Am I not good enough for you? Is it the money? The work? Because if that’s it, you can take it all. Take it back. I don’t want any of it if I can’t have you. I’ve fallen in love with you, Emma,” I blurted out.

  “Damn it, Mia. You can’t love me. You don’t even know me.”

  I grabbed her face, lifting her head to look at me. “That’s where you’re wrong. I do know you. In here,” I said, putting my other hand over her heart. “You’re compassionate. You care. You’re loving and sensitive. You’re just too afraid to show it, but I saw that in you just as you saw the strong woman with vast potential in me that very first night.”

  Emma looked at me with a softness I had not seen before. I may have just broken down one of her barriers, and I smiled at her as I wiped away my tears. Unexpectedly, Emma kissed me. Slow at first, and then her hands were all over me as her tongue dipped deep into my mouth. I felt the heat of lust building inside of me immediately with her touch.

  Just as suddenly as she started, Emma stopped, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the house and up to The Tower. She ripped all of the clothes from my body as soon as we were in the room. I stood in front of her, naked, ultimately yielding to her every whim. Emma rushed to the cabinet, grabbing the purple silk rope and the blindfold pushing me to stand at the foot of the bed.

  “Raise your hands above your head, Mia,” she panted.

  I did as I was told, and Emma tied my wrists together, then to a metal hoop attached to the top post of the bed. She kissed me one last time before putting the blindfold over my eyes and tying it tightly around my head.

  Everything was black for me, but I was brought back to that first night Emma and I had been together, and the memory gave me goosebumps.

  “You know the rules, my pet. No moving unless you’re instructed.”

  I smiled in anticipation. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “You know I love it when you talk like that, Mia.”

  “I do, ma’am, and I’m here for your enjoyment. Do as you please,” I replied, feeling confident in myself and trusting Emma’s abilities to make my body sing with ecstasy.

  Emma growled low in response to my flirty retort.

  Warmth rose within my core, and I wiggled in my restraints, feeling completely exposed. I heard the windows open, letting the sounds and smells of the ocean inside the room with us. Emma’s soft footfalls approached me, and she gripped the hair at the back of my head. “Agh,” I gasped as she kissed my bare neck down to my chest.

  I felt a flush creep through my body, raising my temperature and my heart rate simultaneously. Emma’s soft hands threaded my hair, brushing down my neck to my chest, between my breasts and to my stomach, where she gripped my hips, pulling me tightly to her.

  “I’m going to get changed. Don’t go anywhere, my pet,” she mewed in her sultry British accent.

  “I’ll be waiting for you, ma’am.”

  The delay felt like forever, but I knew it was all part of Emma’s game. The more anticipation she built, the better the release. When she finally returned, I heard a light slapping sound.

  “Do you hear that, my pet? This is just in case you misbehave, and I hope you do. You know you want to be naughty, don’t you, Mia?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I always want to be naughty with you,” I replied.

  Emma ran the soft item under my nose, and it smelled of leather. She then dropped it down my chest, over my hips, and down my legs. It wasn’t very wide, but it did have cold, smooth buttons on the end, making me feel anxious to see the object. Suddenly, Emma grabbed my hips, pulling me into her body. I could feel she was wearing her corset again, and in the interest of misbehaving, I wrapped my ankles around her waist.

  “Are you moving without permission, my pet?” Emma asked in a sultry tone that told me she was smiling slyly.

  “Oh, no. Did I?” I played coy.

  “Now, I’ll have to punish you.”

  Before I could respond, Emma spun me around, and I felt the leather connect with my backside. I groaned in the tingling sensation that sent shockwaves through me. This object stung a little more than Emma’s hand, but there was still pleasure in the act. She struck me again, and this time there was no pleasure. I immediately yelled, “Stop!”

  I heard the item fall to the floor, and Emma undid the ties at my wrists right away, pulling the blindfold off as I fell into her arms. My face was flush with the pain, but there were no tears, and Emma apologized profusely.

  “I guess I’m not that ready for all of this just yet. Maybe we stick to the basics for now,” I said, trying to make light of what had just happened.

  “Let me get you some ice.”

  “Yes, the ice was nice last time. Let’s do that again,” I replied, smiling. Emma gave me a ‘get serious’ look over her shoulder as she disappeared behind the bar in the corner. Returning with a bucket of ice, she sat on the bed, motioning for me to lay next to her. I did, and she grabbed a handful of ice, placing the cubes directly on my ass. The freezing sensation felt good on my raw flesh as she moved it up and down, the ice melting, dripping down my hips and between my thighs.

  “Your body really is gorgeous, Mia. I could look at you for hours.”

  I tilted my head over my shoulder, looking at her as she watched the ice turn to water over my warm body.

  “You have an amazing body, too, Emma. I wish you’d let me see all of you.”

  My comment didn’t get the conversational reaction I was looking for. Instead, Emma took another piece of ice and slipped it down my cheeks and into my pussy. The unexpected cold was both surprising and exhilarating as Emma’s fingers followed it inside of me. I whimpered and looked over my shoulder again, watching her face as she pleasured me. She knelt on the bed next to me, kissing and biting at my neck as her fingers continued to explore my sex, her thumb rubbing gently on my ass in small circles.

  I licked my lips and looked at her with smoldering lust. My hands were sweating, and I fisted the soft sheets underneath me. I clenched my core at my already building climax, feeling the wetness from the ice and my own cream dripping down my body. My arousal was at an all-time high for this captivating woman. I wanted to make her mine.

  “When do I get to touch you?” I asked, breathing heavily.

  “When I’m done with you, my pet. I told you, be patient,” she whispered into my ear before nipping at my neck. “Roll over. I want to see you splayed out for me.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I quickly responded, rolling over as commanded.

  Emma nuzzled my tits and squeezed them in her hands tightly, sucking at my taut nipples as she straddled me. I groaned at her touch.

  “Can I touch you, please?” I begged.

 
“Keep your hands up here,” Emma replied, grabbing my hand and placing it on the side of her face.

  It was not what I wanted, but it was something, so I was going to take it and not complain. I ran my fingers through her luscious long hair, releasing the smell of her shampoo. It was the fragrance of lavender and rose. I closed my eyes and could almost imagine us making love in a field of flowers. That blindfold had really opened my senses up more than I could have imagined.

  Emma worked her way down my body and kissed my mound just above the bunch of nerves that were practically screaming for her to touch them. She reached up and pulled her thong down, kicking it off the bed and lifting her leg over my head. Her beautiful pussy was right in front of my face, open wide for me to touch, to lick, to fondle. I was amazed by the beauty of the female body in a way I never anticipated I could be.

  Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back into the moment when Emma slid her tongue from the top of my clit, down my slit, and into my vagina. I found my legs opening wider as I moaned, reaching up, wrapping my arms around her butt and pulling Emma’s sex down to my face. I licked her the same way she did me, and she groaned into my pussy. The vibration from her guttural noise pulsing through me.

  I pulled her ass open wide as I licked and sucked at her, and she did the same to me. We both pleasured one another, rocking our hips and moaning in pleasure.

  I felt my core tighten intensely, and Emma’s clit became incredibly hard as her legs began to shake. We both released at the same time, grinding into each other’s tongues. It was the most satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced, and I was utterly spent afterward.

  Emma lifted off of me slowly, flipping her hair back over her shoulders with a heavy breath.

  “That was amazing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’ve done this before. Where have you been hiding all of my life, Mia?” she laughed.

  “On the fifth floor,’ I joked.

  Emma laid down next to me, and she was gorgeous, lying in the dim light of the moon coming through the windows. I felt different after being with her. I felt freer than I had ever felt in my entire life.

  But I knew her mind coursed with carnal lust, raw and unquenchable as she stared at me with those striking blue eyes of hers. It broke my heart to know I was just her plaything and nothing more. I was falling in love with Emma, but I didn’t think she could love me back. Emma just wasn’t built that way. I was going to have to be satisfied with being used for her sexual pleasure or not being with her at all. I felt like I was breaking down her walls, but at the same time, I wasn’t. She still wouldn’t let me fully touch her or look at her. I had a tough decision to make, and after the mind-blowing intimacy we had just shared, I was in no condition to make that judgment. I needed to at least sleep on it.

  “You look exhausted. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll join you in a bit. I’m going to go get cleaned up, and I’ve got some work to finish up before I come to bed,” she said before giving me a soft kiss and tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

  “Why don’t I join you in the shower?” I asked.

  “No,” Emma replied quickly. “I like it when you shower in the morning. We’ll take the helicopter to work tomorrow,” she said, quickly recovering with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

  There I was again. Alone. In this gigantic bed, after being intimate with Emma. I didn’t even know if she had the capacity to love me the way I loved her. I had to find out what she was hiding from me.

  I waited a few minutes, and I heard the shower running and saw the steam pouring from the cracked door. I padded over to the entryway, and there was only a low light on, making it hard to see inside. I crept further into the room as silently as possible. I could see Emma’s silhouette through the rising steam, so I got right up to the glass enclosure. What I saw made my heart ache for her.

  Emma had deep, thick scars crisscrossing her mid-back. Someone had beaten her repeatedly for a long time as some injuries were deeper and darker than others. She had scars on top of scars. It was almost like she was burned, but these marks were definitely not from burns.

  I felt tears burning in my eyes. I pulled my hands away from the glass to cover my mouth, and my fingers made a noise as they left the damp surface. Emma turned around quickly, and seeing me standing there, she went into a rage.

  “Get out! You’re not supposed to see me like this! No one is supposed to see me like this! Get the fuck out!” she screamed as she grabbed for her towel.

  I ran from the bathroom and back into the bedroom, tripping over the plush carpet. I hit my face on the floor hard, my front teeth puncturing my lip, and I bit into my tongue. Emma wasn’t far behind me, covered in a tightly tied robe screaming at me.

  “Get the fuck out of my house! I told you, get out! Get your shit and go!”

  She saw me on the floor, bleeding, and I was hoping my vulnerable state would calm her, but I was wrong. She grabbed my arm, hoisted me up roughly to a standing position, and pushed me towards the bed. I stood there naked, holding my bleeding face, unsure of what to do.

  Emma began rummaging through some drawers angrily and throwing clothes at me, yelling, “Get dressed, get your shit and get out. I trusted you, and you couldn’t trust me enough to respect my wishes, so now you have to go. We’re done. Get the fuck out!”

  “I’m sorry, Emma. I didn’t...”

  “You didn’t what? You didn’t think? You didn’t know? I don’t give a shit. You didn’t listen to me, therefore, were done, were over. You heard me. GET OUT!” she screamed manically.

  Her last outburst scared me. I didn’t know what to expect from her next, so I quickly grabbed the clothes from the floor and ran down the stairs. I dressed in the dark kitchen, grabbed a towel, my keys, and my purse, and ran out to my car.

  Chapter 9

  I made it home just after three in the morning. By the time I made it to my bathroom, I looked like I had gone a round with a prizefighter. My lip was swollen and black and blue. I also had a hole in my tongue. It looked far worse than it actually was. My pride was damaged the worst out of everything. I just had to go snooping around, didn’t I? I couldn’t leave well enough alone. If I had just left things the way they were, Emma would have come around eventually, and she would have told me what happened in her past to give her those scars. But no, I had to go play Nancy Drew and fuck everything up.

  If I could kick myself, I would have, but I figured I had already done enough damage to my body for one night. After I cleaned myself up, I grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and went to bed. I had to be up in three hours for work. Ugh.

  Seven in the morning came way too quickly for me. I woke up with a splitting headache, which I treated with some aspirin and very dark coffee. I caked on as much makeup as I could without looking like a clown and headed to the office.

  I avoided everyone I possibly could, but there was no avoiding Matthew.

  “What the hell happened to your face? Did you get into a bar fight over the weekend or are you into street fighting?” he joked.

  “No, nothing that exciting, unfortunately. I literally tripped over a carpet and went face-first into the floor, biting my tongue and puncturing my lip with my teeth.”

  Matt looked at me, questioningly. “Let me see this face of yours,” he demanded, reaching out to me.

  “I’m fine, Dad,” I laughed.

  “No, I’m serious. Let me see. You may need stitches. I was a volunteer EMT in high school, so I’m used to this kind of stuff.”

  I caved into Matt’s demands opening my mouth for him to inspect.

  “Ouch. You really did a number on yourself there, Mia. No stitches, though. The mouth heals pretty quick, so as long as the skin is touching and not gaping open, it’ll heal on its own. I can get you an ice pack.”

  “Thanks, Matt, but I had ice on my face all night, so I’ll be alright for a while. I’ll let you know if things change, though, okay. I appreciate your looking out for me. You’re a go
od kid.”

  “Kid? Mia, I am all man, honey!” he giggled.

  “Oh, don’t make me laugh. It makes my face hurt.”

  “Hell, your face is making me hurt. Get in that office and get some work done, girl. Don’t come out until the noon meeting.”

  That morning I got lots of work done. I tried to focus on anything but my anxiety at seeing Emma in a few hours. If I didn’t, my mind would race with all the possibilities of what had happened to her. I was going to stop playing detective and let Emma cool down and come to me when she was ready. I just hoped that after last night, she would still be willing to even talk to me.

  At noon I entered the conference room with my meeting notes and sat in the same chair as last time. All of the executives commented on the great job I had been doing, and they all wanted to know what happened to my face as well. I felt like an idiot, but they all seemed to be genuinely interested in me. They didn’t treat me like I didn’t belong, they only knew me for the work I had done up here, and so far, I was making a good impression it seemed.

  At a quarter after the redheaded secretary, Jamie walked in. She apologized that Miss. Cross would not be joining us today because she was unexpectedly called to our office in London.

  Shit. Had I fucked it up with Emma so severely that she needed to leave the country to get away from me?

  The meeting went on without Emma, and I felt a pit forming in the base of my stomach. I needed to know more. Again, I couldn’t help myself.

  As soon as the meeting was over, I told Matt to order whatever he wanted for lunch and asked if he would join me to eat in my office. He was surprised but agreed. He knew something was up.

  Matt was so sweet, he ordered me a fruit and yogurt bowl, so I didn’t have to chew much, and he got himself a delicious smelling plate full of barbeque. I was instantly jealous.

  As soon as he took his first bite, chewed and swallowed, he asked, “So... what do you want?”

  “Well...”

  “How did I know?”

  “You know everything, Matt.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, ask your questions.”