Taming Emma(14)

“One!” she called out when the first of the last ten landed. “Two, three…ah, Sir, Sir, please…four.” The first strokes had hurt but these punished, made the others feel gentle in comparison. “I’m sorry,” she said, “five, six.”

“What are you sorry for? Why are you being punished?”

“For signing that stupid contract. Ah…Seven…Sir. I’m sorry for not…eight…calling you…oh god, please…nine. Sir.”

He delivered the final blows to the tops of her thighs, which stung worse than her buttocks.

“Ten.” Emma lay sobbing, her body relaxing as he rubbed her sore buttocks and thighs.

“Shh, it’s over now, baby. Shh…you did very well.”

She allowed herself to be picked up and cradled in his arms. With the back of her hands, she cleared away tears and wiped at her nose while she cried and cried. All the while he soothed with soft words and caresses, holding her to him, shielding her in the safety of his embrace.

She wasn’t sure how long she cried, but he didn’t stop her until she found herself reaching her mouth up to his. Her tears subsided and her body heaved its final sobs. His hands came to either side of her head, pushing away the hair that stuck to her face as their kiss grew in intensity and heat, both of their bodies now needing the physical release of orgasm. He stood, lifting her with him, and carried her through the house and up the stairs. Switching on a dim light in what she assumed was the master bedroom, he lay her down while he quickly stripped off his clothes. Emma watched buttons pop off in his rush, his chest a muscled mass under tanned skin, his arms defined, powerful. Her eyes settled on his hands and she decided in that moment that she loved them. She needed them on her, inside her, to deliver her pain and then to deliver her from it.

He took a foil packet out of the drawer in the nightstand and slipped the condom over his cock, then looked at her, his pupils dilated so you could only see a thin ring of blue around the black. It changed his face, made him look somehow more divine than human.

“Luke,” she said, needing him. She spread her legs wide, allowing him to settle between them. His mouth closed over hers again and his cock, in one hard thrust, drove deep inside her pussy. She held him tight while he lifted her, setting her farther on the bed and laying his weight over top of her.

“God, Emma,” he said, thrusting into her again and again.

Her pussy clenched around his cock and he pulled back, his hands on either side of her head.

“Look at me.” It was a rough whisper. “Open your eyes and look at me.” He fisted a handful of hair when she didn’t comply quickly enough.

“Luke,” she said.

“Master,” he corrected.

“Master. Master…” her mouth opened, but no more sound came and she struggled to keep her eyes on him. His cock twitched inside her throbbing pussy and they came in a violent moment of climax that left them both weak and empty upon its completion.





Chapter Five





When Emma woke the next morning, she lay alone in the bed. Evidence of the night before left her thighs sticky and her bottom sore. She turned to the clock. It was half past nine. Climbing out of bed, she pulled the curtains open and stood stunned for one moment. A sliding glass door led to a balcony that overlooked Aspen and the rise and fall of the hills in between. The sky was bright blue, as it usually was here. She opened the door and inhaled the clean, cool air, then closed it behind her and turned to check out the bedroom.

The large room contained a king-size bed set against the back wall, a nightstand on either side of the bed and a tall dresser that looked like an antique. One blown-up, framed photograph hung on the wall. Intrigued, she walked closer to it. The woman’s dark eyes looked back at her. Long black hair hung down her back as she sat on the edge of a bed in a small, dark room. Dressed in a corset with the breasts cut out, thigh-high stockings held up by garters, and a pair of incredibly high patent leather black pumps. She had one foot on the floor and the other was raised to the level of her face and she held it high with one hand. Her bare sex was offered, as if a gift, to the camera. Emma swallowed. The image was beautiful, open, erotic beyond anything she’d ever seen.

“Do you like it?” Luke asked from the doorway. She’d been so engrossed by what she saw that she hadn’t even heard him.

“I…yes. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said.

She remembered he’d been interested in photography back when he and Nate were friends. “Is it your work?” she asked as he walked toward her. He was once again fully dressed in jeans and a light sweater while she stood naked.