“I don’t want to leave you, what if you get dizzy and fall over?”
“Rock, I can’t pee with someone watching me. I’m pee-shy. Please, I don’t feel dizzy, I just need to pee badly.”
“Fine, but I’m not closing the door shut. If you need something, just yell.”
“Okay.”
I stand outside the bathroom door and can hear her urine stream. It goes on for a long time. Finally, I hear the toilet flush.
“I’m ready for you to come back now.” I go over to her side and help her up. “I need to wash my hands.” We walk over to the mirror, and she sees herself for the first time. “Wow, I look like shit. Wow, is that really me?”
“You look beautiful to me.”
“You’re a bad liar, Rock,” she says, laughing.
“I’ve never lied to you and never will.” She pauses to stare at me. “Come on, let’s get you back into bed.”
We walk back to bedside, and she sits down on the bed and scoots back to sit up.
“Thank you. It felt good to get up and walk. Do you know how long I’m going to be in here for?”
“I can answer that for you.” It’s Charlotte. She walks in with some pain medication.
“Hey, Charlotte,” Emma says.
“Hey there, how are you feeling?”
“Honestly, I’m just sore. I don’t really feel much pain, just soreness.”
“I brought you some pain medication.”
“Oh, I think I would be okay with just some Ibuprofen, I don’t like taking anything stronger.”
“Are you sure? You have some pretty serious injuries.”
“I’m positive. I have a high pain tolerance, I always have. I dislocated my shoulder once and they popped it in without any pain medication.”
“Alright, we will get you some ibuprofen then, but if you feel like the pain is too much to handle, let us know so we can get it taken care of before it gets unmanageable.”
“Thank you. So, when can I go home?”
“Well, you have a gunshot wound, the bullet went through and through. It was a clean wound, and we were able to stitch you up without any complications. You will need to rest your arm for a while, but that shouldn’t be too bad since it’s the same side as your casted hand. We cleaned up the cuts on your lip, and the one on your neck didn’t need any stitches. We did give you prophylactic antibiotics to be on the safe side as well as a tetanus shot. Your other bruising.” She looks over to me.
“It’s okay, he can hear about it,” Emma says.
“The bruising between your legs and on your breasts are superficial. Nothing has been damaged. I do have to ask you, though, so we can treat you and test you. Did he rape you?”
I’m holding my breath, and it feels like the longest five seconds of my life.
“No, he didn’t penetrate me,” Emma answers. I let my breath out. “He only touched me, but he never penetrated me. He was about to, but he got shot before he had the chance.”
“Okay, so we don’t need to worry about STDS or the chance you are pregnant?”
“I sure hope I don’t have any STDS,” she says, looking at me with a smirk.
“Hey, you don’t need to worry about anything from me. I’m clean,” I say.
“He is clean, I can attest to that. He’s like clockwork with his testing,” Charlotte blurts out. “Wait, you guys?” she says, pointing between us.
“It was one time,” Emma says.
“Really?” Charlotte looks surprised. She is one of the few people that knows I have particular tastes in BDSM and that I visit a club for my needs. I had to tell her because I needed my monthly STD check done and she would keep quiet.
“She knows about the club.”
“Really?” Charlotte says in an even higher pitched voice. “And you didn’t run away?”
Emma starts laughing. “How many women have there been before me exactly, you seem super surprised that we slept together.”
“There hasn’t been any,” I answer her.
“It’s true. I’m shocked because he actually slept with you. I’ve never met a girl that Rock has been with. It doesn’t happen,” Charlotte says, surprised.
“Alright, can we stop talking about who I fuck, please?” I intervene.
“We are gonna have to talk later, Charlotte,” Emma says with a smirk.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to be released from the hospital. Once you’re feeling up to it, we can have a girl’s night. I have a feeling you’re going to be around a lot more.”
“Thank you. I’m so excited to be going home,” Emma says.
“Take it easy. Rock, I will catch ya later. Take care of her,” Charlotte says as she leaves the room.
“I honestly thought you were joking when you said you don’t fuck with anyone. Like it was a line you were using to get into my pants.” I can’t believe she’s saying this.
“Emma, I told you before, I have never lied to you. You are the first girl I have fucked at the clubhouse.”
“Well, I’m honored to have popped your clubhouse cherry.” We both start laughing.
“Can I get you anything?” I ask her.
“No, I think I’m going to just nap a little. You don’t have to stay here, you know.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I thought you said the threat was gone.” She looks worried.
“The threat is completely eliminated. I’m not staying because of that. I’m staying because I care about you and want to make sure you have everything you need, and I don’t want you to be alone because you aren’t.”
The next morning…
I’ve been up for a couple hours texting Breaker and the club. We are having a get-together in two days with all the chapters and clubs that came in from out of town to help; we are discussing logistics.
My back fucking hurts from the chair I slept on. I stand up and stretch. I really need a shower. I’ll shower after Emma is released from the hospital today.
“Good morning, that’s a sight I won’t complain about.” She is referring to my abs peeking out from my shirt as I stretch.
“I’ll let you look since you’re hurt,” I reply, smiling.
“Do you know when they will be letting me go?”
“The nurse came in earlier and said they have all the paperwork completed. They said Charlotte will do a home visit in a few days to see how you are doing and you are free to go whenever you want.”
“Oh, thank god. I can’t wait to take a shower.”
“The nurse said you can’t get the site wet for another day. If it does get wet, just replace it with another dressing. She left detailed instructions and explained it to me as well.”
“Can we go now?” she asks.
“If that is what you want, your wish is my command.”
“Yes, please. I don’t have anything here, so I don’t have anything to pack.” She’s right. She came in with nothing and was wearing borrowed clothing.
“They gave me these scrubs for you to wear. I can have the prospect grab your clothes if you want so you can leave in your own clothes.”
“No, this is fine. I’m heading straight for the shower after this.”
“Alright, let’s go, then.”
I help her get her bearings and have her sit in the wheelchair the nurse had left and head out to her truck. One of the volunteers from the hospital offers to walk us to the car so they can bring the wheelchair back. We get into her car and head out.
“Wait, this isn’t the way to my house. Rock? Where are we going?” she asks.
“We’re heading to my house.”
“Oh, no, I can’t take a drive to the city. Why can’t we go to my house? I really want my things.”
“Emma, they destroyed your house. We have a couple prospects working on fixing it up, but it isn’t ready, and I didn’t want to bring you to the clubhouse. We aren’t driving to the city. I have a house here in town.
I never really stay in it, but it’s here. You can stay as long as you like.” I bought this house a few years ago, it’s a beautiful colonial cabin-like home.
“No, Rock. You don’t have to do all that. I can stay at a hotel.”
“Please, Emma, it’s a fortress of security, and you can treat it as your home.”
She doesn’t say anything for the rest of the ride to my place. When we finally arrive, she gasps. I park the car and turn it off.
“This is your house?”
“Yes, this is my house. I don’t ever stay here, but while we are fixing up your place, it’s yours. I know you don’t like the clubhouse.”
“What about all my things?”
“I got you all the things you will need. Everything was destroyed.” I hired someone to shop for her and had it all delivered to my place. I made sure to check her size against everything that was at her place. I got help from the old ladies as well, they shopped with her before and knew what her style was.
“Wait, what do you mean?” She looks worried. I hate the look of worry on her face.
“Emma, while all that shit was going down at the warehouse, your aunt’s house, your house was raided again. They destroyed all your clothes, furniture, walls, everything.” She looks defeated and starts to cry; I hate being the one to disappoint her.
I turn to her and hold my arms out to her, welcoming her into my arms.
“I’m sorry for crying.”
“You don’t need to apologize. How about we go in and you take a bath, and get some rest in a real bed?” She nods her head. “Come on.”
I extend my hand out to her. She takes it and I lead her up to my front door.
“Rock, I don’t have my things. I don’t have any clothes, nothing,” she says as we make it to the front door. I unlock the front and push open the door.
“Like I said before, I got you everything you could imagine. If you do need something, please let me know.” We walk in and it’s pitch black. “Let me get the lights.” I flip the light switch on to reveal my house.
“Wow. This is your place?”
“Yup, this is my house if I’m not at the clubhouse. I rarely stay here.”
Upon walking to my house, we are met with beautiful gray-toned hardwood floors. There is a living room to the right with a huge flat screen and a giant gray sectional and black rug. Further in the house, there is the dining room and open kitchen. My kitchen is a mixture of dark grey cabinets and white marbled countertops. The whole back wall of the kitchen and dining room is windows and doors. It makes it seem like the outside is inside. It’s controlled by automatic shades for privacy. Not to mention, the whole place is secured with top-of-the line equipment. There’s a patio off the kitchen and dining room.
We are walking through the main rooms of the house. Emma’s silent.
“Come on, let me show you where you will be staying,” I say as I lead her to my master.
She’s not allowed to stay anywhere but my room. It’s the safest and most comfortable. I lead her down the hall to the left of the kitchen and living room. On the right is a guest bathroom and another guest bedroom with an en suite bathroom. On the right of that is my master bedroom. The doors in my house are all black.
“Rock, your home is amazing. Why don’t you stay here more often?”
“It’s a big home for just me, and it feels empty being alone here. At least at the clubhouse there’s always someone around.” It’s the truth. I open my master bedroom door, and we are immediately greeted by my huge California king bed, walk-in closet, and an en suite bathroom with rainfall shower and a huge jetted stand-alone tub.
I lead her to the closet. “I had the girls and some friends buy you things that you would need. You’ll find that everything has been placed here in the closet and in the drawers. If you need something, please let me know and I can have someone get them for you.”
She doesn’t say anything, just goes up to the clothing and touches it all and opens up the drawers.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, worried that I forgot something. “Is there something I forgot?”
She turns to me. “No, everything is perfect. You really didn’t have to do all this. I will pay you back.”
“Emma, you owe me nothing.”
“This is too much, Rock.” I didn’t think it was enough.
“How about you pick something to wear to bed and I will get you a bath started?”
“That would be great.” She comes up to me and hugs me. She mumbles into my shoulder.
“What was that?”
She stands back. “I said thank you for everything.”
“Anything for you.” I kiss her on the forehead. I walk to the bathroom, leaving her in the closet to pick out some clothes, and fill her a bath. One of the old ladies bought some essential oils and said it would help her relax. I drip a few drops in there. It smells strong, like vanilla and lavender. I test the water out, and it’s perfectly warm. Emma walks in.
“It smells wonderful. What is that?”
“One of the old ladies said you would like it. I bought you all of them. I think this one is lavender with vanilla,” I say as I look at the bottle.
“It’s great. Thank you.”
“Well, I will leave you to it, then. Is there anything else I can get you? There are towels in the cabinet.”
“I think I’ll be okay.”
I leave the bathroom but keep the door open. “If you need me, I’ll be just a shout away.” I hop on my bed and get on the phone and order some food. I have the prospect Joey picking up the food for me. He’s going to deliver it to my house. I ordered from the Corrupted Saints restaurant the Saints Grill. We have the best fucking food in town except for Liz’s. I also send a message to my housekeeper to not come in today. I hired Nelly about five years ago, she keeps my house clean and livable, even though I’m never here. I sit back on my bed and close my eyes for a moment.
“Hey, Rock,” I hear Emma shout from the bathroom, bringing me out of my nap.
I rush into the bathroom. She’s sitting in the tub with a washcloth covering her breasts and her arms outside of the tub. She still has a cast, and she can’t get the dressing on her upper chest wet.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
“I need help washing my back, and I really would love to wash my hair.”
“Of course, tell me what I can do.”
“If I tip my head back, can you wash my hair for me?”
“Let’s do this.” I grab the bottle of shampoo and squirt some in my hands and wash her hair.
“That feels amazing.”
I make sure to give her an extra massage while washing her hair. I move my hands down to her back. I grab a washcloth and soap it up with body wash and make it lather. I wash her back and around her bandage.
“It feels amazing.” She’s had her eyes closed the whole time but opens them up and touches my face with her good hand. She looks me in the eyes. She sits up a little more and brings my head towards hers, and we kiss.
“Emma, should we be doing this right now? Baby, you’ve been through a lot.”
“Rock, I want nothing more than for you to touch me. I had a disgusting man take what I did not give him permission to touch. I’m giving you permission to touch me and to make me feel good. Your touch makes me feel safe.” She grabs my hand that has been washing her and brings it down between her legs. “Please.” She looks me in the eye and brings me down again to kiss her.
I part her pussy and press my thumb onto her clit. I move it in circles while I insert two fingers inside her, pressing upwards to hit her g-spot. She continues to kiss me and moans into my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Relax for me. Let me make you feel good.” I start finger-fucking her faster as we continue to kiss. Her breathing is getting faster, and she is moaning loudly.
“Oh god, Rock, make me cum, please.” She kisses me harder, moaning into my mouth.
My dick is rock hard pressing against my jeans. I change directions on her clit, going faster in circles in the other direction. She squeezes her legs tightly together, trapping my hand. I still manage to tap her clit. Her body jerks, and she lets out a loud scream, orgasming.
She’s breathing hard coming down from her orgasm. I keep my hand in the bath, cupping her pussy.
“That was amazing, you are amazing,” she says.
“Baby, you are fucking amazing.” My dick is uncomfortably hard and pressing against my zipper. I stand and adjust myself. My dick is at eye level with Emma in the bath. She reaches out and rubs my cock bulge.
“I’m being selfish. Let me make you feel good.”
I grab her hand and hold it and kiss it.
“Baby, it’s not time for that. You’re exhausted. Let’s get you out of the bath and into bed.” I grab a towel and help her stand. She keeps holding a towel to cover her breasts as if she is hiding something.
“I can manage.” Nope.
“Emma, what are you hiding?” I ask her frankly.
“I don’t want you to see, Rock. It’s awful.” I don’t understand.
“What do you mean?” I grab the towel and move it away. “Emma, baby, why are you hiding this from me?” Her breasts are bruised, including her nipples. I’m getting angry. That disgusting pig did this to her. There are even bite marks on them.
“Please, give me the towel.” She looks upset.
I wrap her in the towel. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s not that, I just didn’t want you to see me as this battered woman. I’m fine.”
“Come on, let’s get you in bed.” I walk with her to the bed. She picked out one of my shirts to wear and a pair of royal blue lacy panties. Fuck me. “Let me help you get these on.”
I hold the panties down by her feet and let her step in. I bring them up her legs, running my hands along the way up until they are properly on. I stand up to face her, bring my shirt she chose, and put it through her injured arm then her head and other arm. It falls to the top of her tights. Her nipples are poking through.
“Thank you for everything.” She walks over to a couch I have in the bedroom and sits down, bringing my shirt over her knees.
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